portable space

In the next two days, Zhang Taiping locked himself in the study in the back room whenever he had free time, entered the space, and turned all the fruits on the trees into wine. Zhang Taiping did not take out the wine and put it into the cellar, but

They dug a big pit in space, put the wine in it and then buried it. Soon it would turn into a rare old wine in the world.

The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month is the New Year in the traditional sense. Fan Ming and Xing Rushui have no intention of leaving. Zhang Taiping guessed that the two of them might stay here to celebrate the New Year. It doesn’t matter if they stay, there is no shortage of houses at home.

, it’s better to be lively with more people than to be deserted during the Chinese New Year.

The 23rd and 24th is also the day for worshiping the stove. On this morning, some people begin to prepare for the sacrifice of the stove in the second half of the day. Xiaonian Xiaonian also has extraordinary significance in the last few days of the year. People always regard it as a

Treat it as a rare festive holiday, cook a sumptuous dinner, and sit together as a family to reunite.

But today Zhang Taiping's family did not offer sacrifices to the stove, because there is a saying that "Zhang Wang, Li Zhao and Zhao sacrificed to the stove on the 24th day of the year." There may not be any regulations in the city. In some areas, there is not even a small year to offer sacrifices to the stove. But in

In the rural areas of Guanzhong, people follow this saying. Generally speaking, families with the four surnames "Zhang Wang, Li Zhao" will offer sacrifices to the stove on the 24th night. Of course, Zhang Taiping's family will stay on the 24th night.

At noon, Cai Yazhi called Zhang Taiping to the front yard and pointed to the Yizhi Mountain in the south, which seemed to be interspersed with clouds. Zhang Taiping understood that she meant the Chinese New Year, so he invited his grandfather, who had lived on the mountain all year round, to come down with her.

It's Chinese New Year. Zhang Taiping has been thinking about this matter in his mind for the past two days. Hearing Cai Yazhi's intention, he immediately headed towards Yizhishan.

There are no clouds at noon in winter, and there is no rain or fog. From the bottom of the mountain, you can see the mountain rising straight up into the sky. The air gets colder as you go up. In summer, it is possible to reach the top of a mountain more than 3,000 meters high in the Zhongnan Mountains.

Thin ice appeared, not to mention it was still winter. As the altitude increased, it became increasingly dry and cold, and the snow on the sunny and humid side had not even melted at all, but this was not a problem for Zhang Taiping.

A path has been trampled on where the snow still exists on the mountain, indicating that the old man does not always stay on the mountain and remains motionless. He still often goes down the mountain to do errands or hunt, but he has never been to his home.

When Zhang Taiping reached the top of the mountain, the old man was already waiting in front of the door. There was no sign of wind at the bottom of the mountain, but at an altitude of a thousand meters, the wind was like a razor blade, piercing the bones. The old man obviously saw him coming up the mountain, and he was already there

I had been waiting at the door for a long time. When I saw him coming, I turned around and entered the house without saying anything, followed by Zhang Taiping.

After entering the house, Zhang Taiping did not take off his shoes and get on the kang, but said, "Where is the kettle for boiling hot water?"

The old man thought he wanted to boil hot water to warm himself, so he said, "It's under the chopping board. Go and heat it yourself."

Zhang Taiping took out the kettle from under the chopping board, filled it with water and put it on the stove with charcoal. He made a pot of tea using the tea-making method he collected from the Internet. The tea was served in a purple clay pot obtained from a stone house in the mountains.

, the tea leaves are also old tea picked from the tea trees in front of the stone house.

After it was cooked, I first poured the old man a cup. The old man picked up the misty tea cup, sniffed it and then took a sip to taste it. The fragrance was rich and the flavor was long, as if he was tasting the history that had accumulated for hundreds of years.

A glance at Zhang Taiping

Said: "Tea is good tea, and this purple clay pot is also good. It's just that the method of picking and frying the tea is a bit bad, which ruins the good tea leaves. And the other thing is that your method of making tea not only ruins the tea leaves, but also the purple clay teapot."

pot."

Zhang Taiping smiled awkwardly and said: "I roasted this tea myself, and I only learned the method of making tea recently, so my skill is definitely not up to par. I also have some raw tea here that has not been roasted, so why don't you stir-fry it yourself, grandpa?"

As he spoke, Zhang Taiping took out another bag of tea and handed it to the old man who was sitting cross-legged on the kang.

The old man took the tea leaves from Zhang Taiping's hand, looked at the quality and said: "It is indeed the best tea leaves. Where did you pick them?"

Zhang Taiping told what could be said about the stone house: "This was picked from several thousand-year-old tea trees in front of a stone house in the mountains. This purple clay teapot was also obtained in that stone house. Well, I also got it in the stone house.

I have a set of sword manuals."

"Stone house? Knife manual?" The old man frowned and stopped holding the teacup in his hand.

"Grandpa should know that there is a big reservoir in the mountains, right?"

"Yeah." The old man nodded, "Have you been there?"

"Yes, I went there a few days ago with some friends and an old man named Qian. The stone house is located in a cliff valley east of the reservoir. There are two osmanthus trees planted in the yard in front of the door. Judging from the age of the trees, they are thousands of years old.

There are several tea trees planted in front of the stone house, and at least two hermits lived inside. One of them was a martial arts master and left a copy of the sword manual." As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and removed the sword manual from the space.

came out.

The old man was stunned when he read the preface of the book. He had heard of the name Zhang Wufu. He was quite famous in a certain field. He closed the book and said without reading the rest of the book: "I didn't expect this person to be like this."

Live in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests of Zhongnan Mountain."

He returned the book to Zhang Taiping and continued: "It is your blessing to get this sword manual and inherit it from him, but in this peaceful era, it seems that having the sword manual is of no great use." No.

He recounted Zhang Wufu's deeds and did not ask Zhang Taiping about the stone house, which left Zhang Taiping speechless.

"Let's go outside and see how your kung fu is doing."

When he came to the open space in front of the house, Zhang Taiping opened his stance and performed several sets of sharp and extremely lethal punches. Then he calmed down and started to use Zhang Tai Chi. The old man's eyes lit up when he saw Zhang Taiping's Tai Chi.

After Zhang Taiping made a few moves, the old man put down his clothes and jumped into the field with the same posture, preparing to fight Zhang Taiping in two moves.

Both of them are Tai Chi practitioners, from the same sect, but Jiang is still the older one. Although the old man is not as strong as Zhang Taiping, his understanding of the essence of Tai Chi is much deeper than Zhang Taiping's.

After a few moves, the old man jumped away, with a smile on his face for the first time and said: "Yes, it's good to be able to practice Tai Chi to this extent." Zhang Taiping's understanding of Tai Chi has reached a level, although it is not as good as the old man, it is not far away.

Well, no wonder the old man gave me a few rare compliments.

The two of them entered the house again and sat on the kang, sipping fragrant tea. The old man asked, "What do you want to do here today?"

"Well..." Zhang Taiping thought about his words: "The Chinese New Year is coming soon. Tomorrow is the 24th Little New Year. I would like to invite grandpa to go down the mountain to celebrate the New Year together." After finishing speaking, he looked at the old man.

This time the old man did not directly get angry and scold Zhang Taiping, nor did he refuse in a hurry. Instead, he frowned and thought about it, as if there was some unsolvable problem.

Zhang Taiping cautiously asked: "Grandpa, is there any difficulty?"

The old man glanced at Zhang Taiping, then looked through the window in the direction behind the house, sighed, and said as if he had made up his mind: "Okay, I will go down the mountain with you, but I am not sure when I will come up again.

, then you don’t have to look for me anymore.”

It can be seen that the old man is not a ruthless and determined person. He also wants to live with his grandson and enjoy a family. However, for some unknown reason, he has been imprisoning himself on the top of the mountain. He has no idea of ​​​​saying it. Zhang Taiping did not dare to ask more. Can he?

Inviting the old man down the mountain is already a good thing, but if the old man gets angry and changes his mind just because of a few words, that would be like crying without tears.

The old man didn't have anything to pack. He just held the purple clay teapot sent by Zhang Taiping in his hand. It seemed that he liked this teapot quite much.

The body structure of a person in his eighties is not much better than that of some young people in the city who only know how to stay in front of the computer and do not pay attention to exercise. They are even more agile in terms of agility.

The house has changed a lot in the past six months. As soon as the old man entered the house, he noticed many differences. Maybe it was his nature. The first thing he observed after entering the house was the layout of the house.

Fan Ming and Xing Rushui were startled when they saw Zhang Taiping coming in with the old man. Although the old man was old, his face did not have the lifelessness of other old men of this age. Instead, his face was full of red, and his hair was gray but not dry.

With her hair tied up in a Taoist bun on the top of her head, with hairpins cut from bamboo inserted randomly, and dressed in a Tang suit, she looks immortal and Taoist, and quite a bit like an old deity from the mountains.

Cai Yazhi and Cai Xiaomei hurriedly came forward to greet her. The old man handed the purple clay pot in his hand to Cai Yazhi and said to Cai Yazhi: "We haven't seen you for a few years, and my little sister has grown so big. She is really a girl."

Cai Xiaomei blushed rarely. She understood that the old man reminded her of her childhood. At that time, she would always play with Zhang Taiping and Cai Yazhi with a tube of snot in her nose. But time flew by and she turned into a beautiful woman in the blink of an eye.

A big girl.

When Yaya saw the old man, she rushed forward happily. The old man smiled and hugged little Yaya. It was obvious that the old man had no patriarchal values ​​and liked little Yaya very much.

Fan Ming and Xing Rushui had long heard from the villagers that there was an old man in Zhang's family who was over eighty years old and had been living alone in the mountains. He was so powerful. However, they only heard his name but never saw him. Now, hurry up.

Come forward to see the gift. Fan Ming also called out.

Call me grandpa, my heart is like water but I don’t know what to call him. If the age difference between him and me is too big, it would be a bit exaggerated. How about calling me grandpa? How does the seniority between me and Fan Ming compare, so I just don’t call him anything and bend.

He bowed half his body in greeting.

The old man smiled and nodded at the two of them. He was a seasoned man, and he could tell at a glance that Xing Rushui was very skilled. He didn't say much. He just looked at Fan Ming for a moment and frowned.

After dinner, the old man was arranged in the study room in the back room.

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