Feng Shan couldn't help but say: "Lao Xing, I really admire you, you can kill pigs as elegantly as writing poems and lyrics." ”

After a while, the old man said, "Xiao Feng, you don't even look like a rough person anymore." ”

Feng Shan laughed and said: "The ancients Yunshi should not be impressed by each other for three days, we have been separated for three years, I can't still make no progress at all." ”

After washing away the last puddle of blood on the pig, the old man finally raised his head and said, "The first few times you didn't come by yourself, you sent someone to find me, is this the rule of asking people to do things?"

Feng Shan hurriedly took out a small bag from his arms, handed it over with both hands, and said, "Little brother really can't get out, it's too late, it's too late, Lao Xing has a lot of forbearance." ”

The old man known as Lao Xing took the burden and opened it, and inside were a few ingots of silver with twenty taels and one ingots. The old man suddenly smiled and said, "If you are sensible, I will forgive you, sit down." ”

Seal the mountain and slander, forgive the silver, it seems that you are still the old man who has not made much progress. So much so that this contempt is directly manifested on the face.

But Lao Xing didn't take it to heart, as if he had long been accustomed to others looking down on him.

Wu Zi was there to scrub the desk.

Half a pig, from a complete half, to the final decomposition, it only took a stick of incense, this speed, in the entire Bazhong City butcher, is definitely one of the best.

Feng Shan was not in a hurry, just stood next to him and waited for Lao Xing.

After the last scoop of water was scraped off the desk, the original flesh and blood were scattered and messy, and the desk was completely restored to its former cleanliness.

Lao Xing hung the knife on the shelf next to him, untied the leather apron around his waist, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said to himself: "It's done." ”

Feng Shan said with a smile: "Lao Xing's technique of unraveling cattle is becoming more and more skilled, I think it will continue like this, and in another ten years, Lao Xing will be the first butcher of our Great Song Dynasty." ”

"It won't take ten years, it's now. Last month, our butcher world held the twenty-sixth pig killing conference, and I finally won the first place I dreamed of!" Lao Xing drank saliva, talking about his proudest thing in his life over the years, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes bloomed with some light that should not belong to him at this age.

"Oh?" Feng Shan clapped his hands: "Congratulations! Then you are going to invite me to dinner, such a big thing, at least you have to invite our old friends to eat for three days and three nights!" Feng Shan was very surprised and honored.

Lao Xing couldn't help but laugh and said, "Okay, you can invite people when you have time next month, just here, let's drink for three days." ”

Dreams don't just seem to belong to young people, they belong to everyone, whether it's a child of seven or eight years old or an old man of seventy or eighty, the word dream is the most precious thing.

Feng Shan said in his heart.

Lao Xing's name is Xing Chunshan, seventy-three this year, and it is one of the seventy-three and eighty-four calamities in the mouth of the people. LeTV

Xing Chunshan has been a butcher since he was eight years old, from the beginning of washing pigs, sprinkling and sweeping, preparing, to later killing pigs alone, it has been more than 60 years.

The old butcher of more than 60 years has not yet retired, and it can be regarded as a wonderful flower in the pig killing world of the Great Song Dynasty.

Lao Xing and Feng Shan met more than ten years ago, back then, Feng Shan was mixing green forest roads, passing by Bazhong City to do an errand, and accidentally met Lao Xing, who was beaten half-dead by the local gangsters in Bazhong because of a dispute with someone because of killing pigs.

Feng Shan was full of blood and strength back then, and several people were filled with righteous indignation when they saw this situation, so many young people beat an old man, what the hell can they bear?

As a result, the two sides fought bloody, and the Fengshan side suffered a big loss because the number of people was much smaller than the other party, if it wasn't for the long time of the fight, which provoked the government, it is estimated that the Fengshan gang would die on the spot.

It's as simple as that, and the two have formed a deep friendship.

That's how the so-called fateful friendship came about.

But in fact, when the two got along later, they found that many of each other's thoughts were the same, and their understanding of life and the way of the world was similar. Except, of course, the perception of money.

This is the biggest reason why they can be old friends for more than ten years.

That righteous and courageous act was just an opportunity, and being able to stay for a long time came from the fact that it seemed to be innate, but it was not just an innate fit in with the understanding of life.

"Sit. Lao Xing asked Feng Shan to sit down on a stone bench and make a pot of tea, and his technique of making tea was the same as when he untied the ox, very skillful. First boil a pot of boiling water, rinse a cup on the coffee table, then pour a good tea that looks very green, then brew, then pour out the first pot of tea for washing, and then brew it, then watch the tea rise and fall for a while, and then pick it up, first pour a cup for Fengshan, and then pour a cup for yourself. The whole process is done in one go.

"Come, taste. Picking up the teacup, Xing Chunshan smiled and lifted the teacup slightly.

Feng Shan took a shallow sip and sighed: "It's really good tea, the aroma and charm are endless, although I don't understand tea, but even a rough person like me has to admit that this is one of the best teas I have ever drunk." ”

"Drink and see. Xing Chunshan motioned to close the mountain and drink again.

So Feng Shan picked up the teacup again, took a sip again, this time, the temperature of the tea was lower than Fang Cai, and the taste seemed to be different from Fang Cai, but where was the difference, Feng Shan couldn't say it, smacked his lips, and after a while, he took a sip again, and found that the taste was different, and was surprised: "Could it be that the taste of this tea will change?"

Xing Chunshan's face was full of irrepressible pride, and said with a smile: "That's right, this is the tea tree I planted with my own hands, I haven't thought of a name yet, but its taste, at different temperatures, is different, when it boils and after it is completely cool, it is two fundamentally different tastes, haven't you drunk it?"

"Amazing, there is still this kind of tea in this world? Is there any record in Lu Yu's tea scripture?"

Xing Chunshan said: "Lu Yu's tea scripture is just a deconstruction and interpretation of the past tea, although his interpretation is claimed to be the first in the world since ancient times. However, he can only interpret the past, but not the future, I am also writing a tea scripture, I don't write about other teas, I only write about this kind of tea that I have cultivated myself, it is enough to be famous for eternity!" Xing Chunshan became more and more excited, sitting there dancing and saying.

Feng Shan looked at Xing Chunshan, an old man, who was over seventy years old, talking about the future and his dreams, but he didn't have the slightest breath of old age and decay, and he was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old merry boy!