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The wooden door was pushed open by Zhang Han, and the sound of wood rubbing was harsh.

Standing at the door of the grass shed teahouse and looking over, the young man had disappeared into the vast jungle in the distance with the 1,000 taels of gold tickets that Zhang Han deliberately dropped on the ground.

"Your own choice, no wonder me. ”

"From now on, this opportunity will be handed over to me. ”

His gaze stayed in the distance for a moment, and Zhang Han finally became firm, and then pushed the door open with both hands.

Zhang Han stepped in and entered the teahouse, which was extremely simple, and the dim light began to flicker little by little.

Looking around, the stove next to it was still boiling hot water, and there was a piercing chirp.

"Hoo ......"

"From today onwards, waiting for the opportunity here. ”

"It shouldn't be a few days. ”

Zhang Han's gaze lingered around, and finally he stepped away and walked towards the dilapidated table.

On top are some shabby sea bowls, some tea leaves, and below are some side dishes and the like, all of which are small snacks when drinking tea.

"It's really poor here!"

After looking around, Zhang Han sighed heavily.

The grass hut is simple, visible to the eye, and those simple tables and chairs are in full view.

After a brief tidying up, he put down his sword and walked towards a thatched hut behind the table.

It was a small, simple room, about the size of a person, all occupied by a wooden bed. At this time, Zhang Han saw that on the top of the bed, there were still a lot of clothes spilled, obviously the young man's.

Zhang Han smiled faintly, walked into the small room, and then took off the white robe on his body and put on the clothes on the bed.

After a while, the clothes on Zhang Han's body had become extremely shabby, there were still many patches on the clothes, and the shoes were torn with a hole, and the whole person looked extremely depressed.

After changing this qiē, Zhang Han walked out of the small room, came to the table, picked up a rag that was almost dark yellow, and put it on his left shoulder.

The young man picked up a thousand taels of golden tickets and left, leaving this grass shed teahouse, Zhang Han came back to reopen, and became a tea doctor himself, while waiting for the opportunity to come in this life.

This series of changes doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, whether it's good or evil, it's just a choice.

Sometimes life is the same, a choice will affect a lifetime and determine the fate of a lifetime.

In his previous life, when he was down, Zhang Han did countless jobs, and one of them was Dr. Tea.

In this life, Zhang Han is naturally comfortable with Dr. Tea, and he is quite familiar with this series of things.

"Smack!"

There was an earth-shattering bang, and a figure walked in.

"Tea, tea, I'm dying of thirst. ”

A large man with a large machete walked in and sat down on the wooden table in the doorway, and then a sound followed.

"Guest officer, wait a minute. ”

Zhang Han had already made preparations, and while the big man sat down, he lifted the hot pot in his hand, picked up a sea bowl casually, and came to the big man's side.

"You drink water first, and the tea will be boiled in a while. ”

"Wait a minute!"

While speaking, Zhang Han lifted the teapot in his hand and filled the sea bowl.

"Hurry up, speed up. Hearing Zhang Han's words, the big man looked dissatisfied, slapped his hand on the table, and a riot sounded.

But then, the big man picked up the sea bowl in his hand and drank it all.

Zhang Han always had a faint smile on his face, and after the big man's loud cheers fell, he also responded in a low voice, and then walked quickly to the side of the stove and began to make tea.

"The rotten head in the previous life is not like this. ”

"That shouldn't be the goal. ”

He quickly began to prepare the tea leaves, put them on hot water and began to boil, while Zhang Han was still secretly observing the big man, and he was thinking about it little by little.

"Then keep waiting. ”

"Wait until that rotten head arrives. ”

As he spoke, he lifted the hot pot in his hand and brewed out a cup of steaming bitter tea, Zhang Han walked away quickly and brought it directly to the big man.

"Tea comes to ......"

"Slow to use. ”

Putting down a large bowl of hot tea, Zhang Han stood aside and looked at Dahan quietly.

The big man was not polite, and after drinking two bowls of hot water in a row, he picked up the sea bowl in his hand and drank a big sip of bitter tea.

"Haha!"

"Good tea, good tea. ”

"It's much more authentic than before, there's progress, there's progress. ”

As soon as he drank it, the big man was amazed, and his rough voice echoed in this grass hut.

Zhang Han, who was standing on the side, only nodded slightly, and there was a bit of indifferent joy in his eyes.

Time passes little by little, and although this tea house is remote, there are many people who come here.

As the sun went west, the sky outside began to darken a little.

At this time, the number of guests in the tea house also began to increase, and the only three wooden tables were full. Zhang Han also ushered in the busiest moment of the day in this teahouse.

As night fell, it became dark outside, and the noise in the cottage did not stop until late at night.

Fortunately, when Zhang Han was the most depressed in his previous life, he also worked as a tea doctor, so it is also easy to deal with it now, and after sending the last tea guest out of the door, Zhang Han finally let out a long sigh.

"The rotten head didn't come at all. ”

"Looks like we'll have to wait a few more days. ”

Through the crack in the door, looking at the dark night outside, Zhang Han let out a long sigh.

For several days, in this tea house, Zhang Han greeted the guests and secretly observed the tea guests.

This situation lasted for five days, and it was dark that day.

Outside, the night was like ink, and there was only one merchant drinking tea in the tea house, driving away the wind chill brought outside. Zhang Han sat behind the table, chatting with the merchant one sentence at a time.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the doorway, and a tall figure came in from outside.

"Tea!"

A thunderous cry sounded in this grass shed teahouse.

Originally, Zhang Han was still sitting there bored, but as this person came in, the tall body, the shabby monk's robe, and the big straw hat on his head all attracted Zhang Han's attention.

"It's coming. ”

Seeing this person, Zhang Han instantly came to his senses.

In the past few days, Zhang Han has secretly analyzed a lot, and he also inquired from passers-by that the rotten head of the Naroda Temple has been wanted.

In his previous life, Zhang Han also saw the wanted warrant of Rotten Toutuo, and the description and appearance of Rotten Toutuo on it, coupled with the inquiries in the past few days, Zhang Han was basically sure.

The person who came in was the rotten head who had been rumored to be wanted by the government in the past few days.

"But ......"

Zhang Han stared away, and gradually had some doubts in his heart.

"This rotten head is not seriously injured and unconscious as rumored in his previous life. ”

"A good person, nothing at all. ”

"What to do, what to do?"

Zhang Han's face did not change, and while skillfully lifting the hot pot and walking forward, he was quickly recalling in his heart.

"Guest, please be seated, please be seated. ”

Take a few steps forward, welcome the rotten head in, and sit down at the wooden table near the door.

The straw hat on his head was covered, and he couldn't see the reaction clearly, so he sat down and just responded lightly.

A bowl of hot tea was filled with a quick one, and then Zhang Han walked back and quickly mixed the tea.

On the stove, hot water is suddenly rising, and bubbles are spreading, sounding in this tea house.

"Shopkeeper, checkout. ”

The merchant sitting near the table shouted, then took out a few copper coins from his bosom and threw them on the table with a thud.

"Okay!"

"Guest, you go slowly. ”

Zhang Han, who had been busy behind the table, quickly stepped forward to put away the sea bowl, put the copper coin into the palm of his hand, and wiped the wooden table several times with a rag.

At this time, the merchant had already left the wooden door and gradually disappeared into the night.

In the grass shed teahouse, only Zhang Han and the rotten head Tuo were left.

"What should I do?"

"This rotten head is full of evil, it must be ruthless, and the power of the powerful vajra claw of the Naroda Temple is even more powerful. ”

"Head-to-head, I'm definitely not an opponent. ”

“......”

Zhang Han's movements were extremely sharp, tidying up those things in an orderly manner, his eyes sometimes swept over the rotten head, but he kept recalling it in his heart.

"This opportunity must be obtained. ”

"But this monk is not seriously injured at all, and he has to think of other ways. ”

Hot water is boiled, tea is boiled, and the stove is steaming. But Zhang Han has been pondering, thinking about how to deal with it in his mind.

Behind the tall table, there are many sea bowls, tea leaves, and many other things.

Zhang Han was busy in the back, turning over the clatter of those utensils, and kept echoing in the teahouse.

"Huh?"

"It's ......"

Suddenly, Zhang Han paused, and the movements in his hands stopped, staring straight at the container, there were several packets of yellow paper wrapped in medicinal powder.

"Sweat medicine!"

"No wonder there is a tea house in this remote mountain forest. ”

"Selling tea is fake, but roadblocks and robberies are real. ”

When he saw the packets of sweat medicine wrapped in yellow paper, a little surprise appeared on Zhang Han's face, and he secretly guessed in his heart.

In this way, then this qiē is also logical.

The young man in his previous life, I am afraid that he also used the same method, and only after he put this rotten head with sweat medicine did he get the powerful vajra claw martial artist.

I see, so!

"Tea, why isn't it okay?"

The hoarse and low voice spread at this time, and the rotten head was now very dissatisfied, slammed the wooden table, and began to shout.

"Wait, right away, right away. ”

"The water is already boiling. ”

At the moment when he saw the sweat medicine, Zhang Han couldn't help but be slightly stunned, but he quickly reacted, at this time, the dissatisfied bottom cheer of the rotten head had just come, Zhang Han took a sea bowl casually, and began to pour tea.

Seeing that the strength of the rotten head was all good, and it didn't look like a serious injury at all, Zhang Han was still thinking about how to deal with it.

But now after seeing those packets of sweat medicine, an idea gradually came to my mind......

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