Chapter 47 The Fragrance of Tea
Cao'er's igloo is very warm, and Ye Duhong sits on the bed where Cao'er sleeps on weekdays, feeling the warmth from the small stove. Cao'er poured four cups of tea for Ye Duhong, didn't speak, and brought a cup to Ye Duhong, Ye Duhong took the light tea, he held the teacup in the palm of his hand, and felt the warmth from the cup of water. Cao'er looked at Ye Duhong and didn't speak, and Ye Duhong only cared about drinking tea. He couldn't believe that he had met Cao'er, when Cao'er fell into the water, Ye Duhong was very sad, thinking that Cao'er had been. Cao'er was able to survive and live so peacefully, Ye Duhong's heart could almost be said to be ecstatic, Ye Duhong took a sip of hot tea, looked up at Cao'er, Cao'er's posture was more graceful, and her face was more moving. The snow in the snow country is beautiful, and the skin of the grass is as beautiful as snow. Ye Duhong praised the grass with his eyes.
Of course, Cao'er could sense Ye Duhong's feelings, and he knew that Ye Duhong's heart was both surprised and happy. Cao'er asked about Ye Duhong's experience for such a long time, and Ye Duhong told Cao'er stories that belonged to the past. Ye Duhong said that he had been a soldier, had been on the battlefield, and had seen bloody scenes, and Ye Duhong said that although some fights were for the sake of maintaining justice, the bloody and floating pestle battles were too cruel, so it was better not to do so. In Ye Duhong's narrative, Cao'er can hear all kinds of helplessness, and she can completely imagine what Ye Duhong encountered. At this time, Cao'er only had one night Duhong in her heart, and knowing that Ye Duhong had suffered so many hardships and suffered so many sins, Cao'er's heart ached faintly.
Ye Duhong saw that there was a trace of sadness on Cao'er's face, Ye Duhong knew that Cao'er was sad for herself, Ye Duhong didn't want Cao'er to be too sad, sad and sad, Ye Duhong suddenly laughed, saying that he was good at magic recently, and he could kill the beast. Ye Duhong said that when he was in the barracks, he killed a lot of black beasts, and brought the black beasts to his comrades to eat, and was praised by the leader. Cao'er laughed when she heard Ye Duhong say this, and she also knew that Ye Duhong was saying this to create a happy atmosphere, so her smile was a little reluctant.
Ye Duhong said to Cao'er, people, it is good to suffer some suffering, knowing bitterness, when you get sweetness, you will understand the goodness of sweetness, and you will cherish sweetness even more. There are always two sides to things, yin and yang, know the yin side, and when you meet the yang side, you will feel the strong difference between yin and yang. Ye Duhong said that he is fine now, the soul is growing every day, and the body is growing every day, because Ye Duhong thinks every day and gets up early and goes to bed early, and Ye Duhong thinks about the world, people, souls, etc., this is for the enrichment of his soul, going to bed early and getting up early to nourish the body, naturally for the body. Isn't it a good thing that man is nothing more than the union of spirit and body, and every day the spirit and body are perfected?
Cao'er was really happy for him when she saw such a cheerful night Duhong. There was less tea in Ye Duhong's cup, Cao'er added tea to Ye Duhong, Ye Duhong raised his head and smiled, Cao'er also smiled, Cao'er's smile was so good-looking.
The small stove in the igloo is burning very strongly, the steamed bread slices cut by Cao'er are roasting on the stove, the steamed bun slices are roasted until the outside is charred and tender, Cao'er picks up a piece of steamed bread and hands it to Ye Duhong, Ye Duhong takes it and feels the temperature from the steamed buns. Ye Duhong took a bite of the steamed bun, and Cao'er took another slice to eat. The stove was really warm, and the atmosphere of the room made you want to sleep.
They had eaten in the igloo, rinsed their mouths with tea, and then they all sat crooked on the bed in reverie. It was cold outside, warm and quiet inside, and the two of them didn't speak, just on the bed, quietly.
There was a commotion outside the igloo, and Ye Duhong and the grass were startled, and they didn't know what was going on. Ye Duhong looked up through the window and saw a man outside, carrying a flat pole with bloated goods at both ends. One end of the cargo fell and scattered all over the ground, and the fallen thing rolled on the snow, leaving blood. Ye Duhong was surprised, and when he looked at it, it turned out to be meat, and there was blood in the flesh.
Ye Duhong walked out of the igloo, only to see the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but there were wrinkles on his face, and he looked old, and it could be seen that he was tortured because of life. Ye Duhong asked the man, what kind of meat are you picking? The man didn't speak. Ye Duhong asked again, where are you picking? The man ignored Ye Duhong. Ye Duhong was a little angry, how could this man be like this, he didn't care about talking to him. Ye Duhong put aside the topic of the items picked by the man and asked the man, I talked to you, why don't you bother.
At this moment, a young man came next to him, and yelled at this man, saying, "What did you do, you spilled all the meat, do you know how expensive this meat is?
After understanding, Ye Duhong knew that the man who picked things was a mountain picker, who specially picked meat from the snow mountain, and these meats were all fire fox meat, which was for people on the snow mountain to eat. The young man next to him is naturally responsible for managing the mountain pickers, and if the mountain pickers are lazy and gossiping, the young man will scold, he has a whip in his hand, and if he sees that you are not doing well, he will whip you, and you will be whipped and you can't pick a pick, and the picker will kill you. The young man's management was strict, the mountain picker spilled meat, and the young man scolded the mountain picker a few words, but he had no temper at all.
Ye Duhong asked, who is the person on this snowy mountain, eating so much fire fox meat.
The young man glanced at Ye Duhong sideways, and said that this is not your business, you should ask, and don't ask what you shouldn't.
Ye Duhong was very dissatisfied with the young man's arrogant attitude, but looking at the whip in his hand, thinking of the young man's power, he didn't want to entangle with him.
Ye Duhong turned around and came to the igloo and told Sù Cao'er that a porter had sprinkled meat and was scolded by the manager. Ye Duhong was curious about the people on the snowy mountains, what kind of people they were, and how they were so offered.
Cao'er said to Ye Duhong that the people on the snow mountain are all nobles, their courtyards, their houses, and their daily diets are incomparable to ordinary people.
Ye Duhong wanted to go to the top of the snow mountain to see what was going on, but Cao'er said to Ye Duhong that not everyone could go up the snow mountain, and if there were no outsiders with documents, they would probably die if they went to the top of the snow mountain. Because it is a forbidden place for strangers, there are people with super high martial arts guarding it, and anyone who dares to go up the mountain without permission will be killed.
The stove in the igloo burned more vigorously, there was a teacup on the stove, the teacup was white, but there was a pale yellow leaf looming in the cup, you can't see it if you don't pay attention, the grass poured a cup of tea into this cup, the tea was very hot, Ye Duhong sat down, looked into the cup, the cup seemed to float a leaf, in fact, it was just a decoration on the cup. This cup is so magical, looking into the water, it looks like a leaf floating on the water. Cao'er saw the curiosity of Ye Duhong, so she told sù Ye Duhong, this cup is called "Yiye Autumn", which is produced by the famous Yuchen kiln.
Ye Duhong took this cup of tea, but he was a little reluctant to drink it, he was afraid of drinking the leaves. Ye Duhong still tasted this tea, it was very fragrant and beautiful, and there was always a leaf in the teacup.