Dark clouds weigh down on the city, and the rain is pouring down. The bluestone paved pavement of Liuxiang in Taiyuan Province, Shanxi Province, is full of rainwater. The weather did not mean to clear in the slightest, and the raindrops were still densely and vigorously slanted into the water, stirring up countless water swords and causing ripples.

Tomorrow will be the sting, and the straight willow trees on both sides of the bluestone street have not yet spit out. Only the wet trunks of trees stubbornly stand in front of the teahouses and liquor shops covered with plaques and wine banners. In rainy weather, Willow Lane is not as prosperous as usual, and the streets are deserted and pedestrians are hard to find.

Xiao Er of Sanpinxuan Teahouse ran out of the door and pulled a few rattan chairs placed at the door to the eaves very neatly, so as not to be damaged by the rain. If you happen to be sat on by a seriously overweight and fat charlatan, it will collapse the cloudy and moldy rattan chair. It's not a small sin to smash Sanpinxuan's signature in this way.

Xiao Er's movements were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was already standing at the door of the building and ripped off the towel around his neck, so as to take advantage of the rain on his body. He looked into the distance. A tall and straight young man was walking over from Liubei. In the rain, the young man wore a straw hat, the brim of the hat was pressed down so that people could not see clearly, and the whole body was wrapped tightly with a coat, and a pair of black rain boots on the lower body were below the knees, which were washed by the rain and were particularly bright, and he was carrying a long sword in his hand, and the chic scabbard was milky white. There were too many teahouses and wine shops in Liuxiang, and Xiao Er didn't know where this Jianghu passer-by was going, whether he wanted to drink tea or drink, or was he just passing by? So he didn't greet the guests at the door, but turned around and went back to the teahouse and closed the wooden door. Anyway, one more guest and one less guest will not affect your salary in the slightest.

The young man stopped at the door of Sanpinxuan, looked up at the plaque sprinkled with gold on the black background of Sanpinxuan, and then looked at the old wooden planks hanging on the wooden door. The book on the wooden board reads: "Taste tea, taste people, taste the world". The young man nodded slightly, shook off the rain on his shoulder, and walked up the bluestone steps. He seemed attracted by the words on the board, and pushed open the door with his hand to get a glimpse of it.

The teahouse is full of round tables and wooden stools, and only one person can pass between the tables, making the teahouse hall, which is not narrow, slightly crowded. Xiao Er in the teahouse is not as busy as Xiao Er in the restaurant, serving tea to the guests and resting on the stool next to the counter, then seeing the young man with the white sword coming in, Xiao Er immediately greeted him: "Young man, please come in, what kind of tea do you want to drink?" It's cold this day, and a cup of hot tea is no worse than Jiangnan's daughter's red effect" The young man was not in a hurry to answer, he first glanced around the teahouse hall, and saw that there was a seat near the corner near the window, so he walked and sat down, pressed the sword on the table, and turned his head to look at the rain outside the window. The boy's facial features are well-contoured, his eyebrows are very thick, and his straight nose adds a bit of freshness to his already handsome face. The mouth is tightly closed, and a slightly immature face reveals a sense of fortitude.

Xiao Er's enthusiasm was not answered, and he was slightly embarrassed. So he continued to ask: "Shaoxia, what do you need?"

The young man seemed to remember something and hurriedly replied, "Oh! What tea do you have here?"

It seems that this is Xiao Er's best thing, he is very confident, puffed up his chest and introduced: "There is a lot of tea in our store, and our shopkeepers often sell new tea from Sichuan, Suzhou, Hangzhou and other places." To give you an approximate price, the price is from low to high, we have fragrant tea, Huamaofeng, drifting snow, and blue snow. There are the most types of green tea, such as fried green, bamboo leaf green, dragon buds, snow buds, Tieguanyin, West Lake Longjing, Da Hong Pao, Lan Guiren, and there are ginseng oolong, cassia seed, tartary buckwheat, bitter ding, and many more. ”

The young man thought for a while and asked, "Do you have any good tea in Shanxi?"

Xiao Er replied like a stream: "The climate here is too dry, not suitable for planting tea, but there is a hairy tip, although the origin of this tea is in Xinyang, Henan, but our Shanxi is not bad, give you this taste?"

The corners of the young man's mouth rose slightly, as if he had thought of something funny: "Hmm... I don't want any of these things you just had, I want to think about what you just said... I'm going to drink Biluochun, is there any?"

Xiao Er felt as if he had been teased and was very unhappy, but he was afraid that the long sword on the table would not be good for him. So he said: "Yes, there are some, the young man will rest for a while, and the tea will come up in a moment" and walked away stupidly.

A pot of Biluochun was quickly sent to the young man's table, Xiao Er first poured a cup into the celadon cup on the table, the blue waves rolled, the white mist rose, and the faint fragrance of tea drifted out with the white mist and sent between the mouth and nose, which made people refreshed.

The young man still pressed his sword and slowly tasted Biluochun, but his head was turned out of the window, watching the rain getting heavier and heavier.

There are neither storytellers and singers nor beautiful proprietresses in Sanpinxuan, but the guests come and go every day, and their fame is getting bigger and bigger. Because this is simply the meeting place of the latest rumors on the rivers and lakes, many knights in the rivers and lakes are willing to buy a pot of tea when they hear about the fame of Sanpinxuan, and sit here to "taste the world". The discussion in the teahouse from the moment the boy came in did not stop for a moment, as if everyone was discussing a heavy matter.

"It's raining again!' someone is going to die in their hands again!" an old voice let out a helpless sigh.