Shanwa Small Rich Farmers

A gray-haired old man standing next to the big boy was stunned the moment the big boy was knocked down, and he came back to his senses after Dong Liang barked twice.

"Thank you!" As soon as the old man came back to his senses, he quickly pulled the big boy up from the ground where he was sitting, stretched out his hand to pat the mud on his body, and thanked Wen Xu loudly.

Wen Xu smiled and replied loudly: "It's okay, just don't be too funny when feeding the deer in the future, when you see them bow their waists and immediately feed them, if not, then prepare to eat Gong!"

The things Wen Xu said are all in the Wenjia Village Tour Guide, and some important things are repeated when entering the village, but some people just don’t take the rules seriously. It is to die. Just like this big boy, if you don’t listen, you will get bumped. What else is there to say, if you are lucky, you will be on the horse, if you are unlucky, you will be injured, and even broken bones are possible. However, Wen Xu was not in the mood to preach, anyway, he was not the one who was hurt, and it was even more impossible for Wen Xu to pay for his treatment.

"Wen Xu?" The old man stared in Wen Xu's direction for a while, then took a few steps forward, put his hands on his forehead and looked in Wen Xu's direction.

When Wen Xu heard the old man calling his name, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and took a few steps forward, only to realize that the old man looked familiar, but he couldn't call his name for a while.

"Zhang Xianliang, I'm Zhang Xianliang, where does Boss Xu make porcelain?" The old man immediately mentioned it to Wen Xu.

Hearing what he said, Wen Xu immediately remembered that the old man also had a name for burning porcelain, called "Shao San Huo", and his craftsmanship was quite good. When I was still in Mingzhu, I met this old man and chatted with him a few times. time, so he smiled and said, "Are you here too?"

"I'm begging for a meal, but what can I do if I don't come here?" The old man Zhang Xianliang said while stroking his beard with a smile.

At this time, the big boy had already stood up, walked to Zhang Xianliang's side and stopped, looking at Wen Nu curiously with a pair of eyes.

"This is your old grandson?" Wen Xu looked at the big boy and said with a smile.

As soon as this question was asked, the old man was a little embarrassed, and said to Wen Xu: "It's not my grandson, it's my youngest son!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Xu thought to himself: Ho! Your old man is really old-hearted!

If this big boy is the old man's son, then he should be at least in his fifties. And looking at the old man's expression, Wen Xu guessed that the son's mother must not be around his age, maybe the old man borrowed some student or something, or something.

"Sorry, I guessed wrong"

Mr. Zhang Xianliang's complexion has returned to normal at this time, and he said with a wry smile: "I'm used to it, few people have guessed it right!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wen Xu and said, "By the way, where do you live? I've been wanting to find you since I came here, but when I came here, I heard that you were on a long trip, and when I heard you came back, I just made an appointment for a business. If you can come, hurry up and find the time. How could you think that the opening of a new kiln today and meeting an old friend is a good sign."

"Would you like to come and sit at my house?" Wen Xu has nothing to do, and was just looking for something to do. When the old man came to the door, he would naturally take him home to have a chat, not to mention that Wen Xu was not good at firing porcelain. A little interested.

The old man Zhang Xianliang looked at his watch first, and then said: "Okay, let's go to your place to identify the door first, and I will invite you to open a kiln with me later. This is the first kiln I fired in Wenjia Village. May my wish come true."

"Okay!"

Wen Xu couldn't be more displeased. Hearing that the old man fired a new kiln, he must go and have a look.

So the two walked in front like this, the big boy and Dongliang followed behind them, Dongliang didn't care at all, but the big boy looked at Dongliang from time to time, there are very few boys who are so big who don't like dogs, The big boy looked at Dongliang as if he was looking at something rare, but no matter how brave he was, he didn't have the courage to tease Dongliang, and he really didn't dare to reach out to touch the giant dog that looked like a calf.

Wen Xu didn't notice what was behind him at all, and talked with old man Zhang about what happened to Mingzhu at that time, and the two of them talked all the way to Wen Xu's small courtyard.

"Hey! Your small courtyard is the biggest in the village, right?" Zhang Xianliang was immediately attracted by the jujube tree in the courtyard as soon as he entered the courtyard. Then he saw the big wooden house behind the tree, and then began to look around the courtyard. .

"It should be, I'm the only one who will splash the ground!" Wen Xu smiled and led Old Man Zhang to his courtyard.

"Should we sit in the courtyard or in the room?" Wen Xu pointed to Old Zhang at the couch in the courtyard and asked at the door of the house.

The old man Zhang said with a smile: "It's still outside the house today, the natural cool wind blows comfortably, and the house is a bit stuffy."

In Wenjia Village at this time, unless it is the hottest time, the shade of the trees outside the house is the most comfortable, and the autumn wind is coming.

Hearing what the old man said, Wen Xu led the father and son, who had been fifty years apart, to sit down by the couch, then set up the small charcoal stove by the couch, and started to boil water to make tea.

The old man Zhang looked at the complicated tea drinking tools on the couch, and couldn't help but praise: "You still have a high quality of life, burning incense and drinking tea, and now you are only one step away from burning incense."

"I'm also drinking blindly. Don't look at the tea ceremony utensils on the small table. I usually don't use them. What do I usually drink? I just use that pot to suck it up to my mouth." Qingxu reached out and picked up the small fan by the stove , and gently fanned it against the air inlet of the carbon stove.

Old man Zhang can be regarded as a particular person. One must have a bit of artistic taste when making porcelain. Otherwise, the handmade products can be sold at the price of a machine.

Holding Wenxu's tea set in his hands and playing with it for a while, the old man knew that no matter how well the tea was brewed, the style was indeed in place, both the set of tea set and the tray were top-notch in the market. The good products, especially this set of small pots with eight small cups are made by famous masters who have passed away.

"Then I'll try your tricks of drinking today!" Old Zhang smiled and put down the cup in his hand.

The big boy was a little bored sitting on the couch, grabbed a few nuts and ate them while looking at the whole yard curiously.

The iron pot was not big, and it could hold two or three teapots of water at most, so it boiled quickly. After a while, the sound of boiling water was heard, and white water vapor was sprayed from the spout.

Seeing that the water was boiling, Wen Xu immediately stood up and took a look at the tea pot, and found that there was no tea in it, so he added some, then lifted the iron pot, poured water into the tea pot, and placed it in front of old man Zhang , and then refilled his hand pot with water.

The old man Zhang couldn't help but smiled when he saw Wen Xu's actions: "Sure enough, it's just nonsense!"

There is no such thing as inviting guests to drink tea, you just give the pot to the guests, and you have to come by yourself to taste the tea emotionally.

However, Wen Xu didn't take it seriously, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation: "Try it, this tea is produced in the village, and you may not be able to drink it in other places."

"Fukuzawa?"

Seeing Wen Xu nodding his head, Old Man Zhang immediately said, "I really want to try it!"

As an elegant 'art creator', Mr. Zhang still has a little understanding of the so-called tea. He knows that the Fuzeyan produced in Wenjia Village now has the appearance of top-level famous tea, at least now it appears on some gift lists. After drinking this tea, it proves that this tea is not only of a high standard, but also has gradually become more qualified. Although it is not as good as Dahongpao, the mother plant of Dahongpao is banned from harvesting. The Dahongpao you drink now? How can it be more expensive than Shangfuze Yanjin.

The old man Zhang not only talked about it, but also put it in a posture, and directly played the tea ceremony with the warm little table.

The old man Zhang was very skilled in techniques, and Wen Xu felt dizzy looking at it. After being dazzled for a while, the old man Zhang held a cup of tea in both hands and put it in front of Wen Xu, made a gesture of please and said something solemnly.

Wen Xu was about to take a sip from her hand pot, but seeing the old man's serious posture, she had to stop, and after thanking her, she took a small sip from the small teacup.

After taking this small sip, Wen Xu smacked his mouth and immediately tasted a bit of taste. It was indeed a bit different from his own small pot of tea. The tea aroma was more elegant and the aftertaste seemed to be more mellow. It tastes better than my purple sand pot.

So Wen Xu gave the old man a thumbs up and gave him a big compliment: "The craftsmanship is better than mine!"

At this time, the old man Zhang motioned his youngest son to sit down seriously, and then poured him a cup: "Taste carefully, you must know that this is good tea, and people from other places would be reluctant to take this tea as a treat." Our grandparents!"

The big boy was also serious at the moment, but it made Wen Xu look a little bookish. He lost the stupidity of teasing the deer just now, so he added a little elegance. He held the bottom of the cup, took a small sip, then drank a small sip, and finally gulped it down.

"It's really good tea," said the big boy.

"Drink more good tea!" Wen Xu smiled and put the small box containing tea leaves on the tea table in front of Mr. Zhang: "If there is more, I will give you more. If you don't mind this You can take it home and drink it slowly after eating!"

The small wooden box that Wen Xu puts the tea in is not big, but it is exquisite, and the amount of each box is not much, just a small handful. Although the amount is less, not only did it not drop the price, but it also increased a lot. After a lot of things are high-quality, if you fill a big water cup and give it away, people will think that this thing is definitely not as good as they say, and they can't help but look down on it in their hearts.

But it’s more humane to send such a small one, and it’s still drunk a little, than you give a big box, especially between this kind of friends.

By the way, this is not the first time Wen Xu has done this. In his space, there is the most amazing Fuzeyan tea tree in the world. Just such a small stick and handful can be sent to the earth to explode. . But others don't know, the tea itself is expensive, and the old tea is sold by the gram. Although it is still drunk in a small handful, people will feel that they have won the boss's face after drinking it.

The old man Zhang declined twice, but in the end he was not too warm, so he had to put the small wooden box in his hand, which meant he accepted it.

After chatting for a while, and waiting for the tea to run out, the old man Zhang said that he wanted to visit Wen Xu's home. Since the guest was interested, Wen Xu naturally led the guest into the house, and took a look upstairs and downstairs.

What old man Zhang had to say was nothing more than a compliment, and it turned out that his youngest son opened his big eyes and looked left and right very attentively.

After visiting Wenxu, the old man Zhang invited Wenxu to see the first porcelain kiln produced in Wenjia Village, so Wenxu closed the door, left the beams at home to watch the house, and followed the old man and walked towards the porcelain kiln .

As the old man left the village and crossed the bridge, Wen Xin discovered that the old man's kiln was not outside, but in a big room. To put it simply, it was a big metal box, a bit like a single box. The refrigerator with the door is about three meters square.

This is an electric stove. Few people use firewood to burn porcelain nowadays, because the temperature of the firewood is not easy to control, and the electric stove is much simpler and more controllable than the wood stove. Anyway, in a word, the electric stove is convenient and easy to use!

The old man also deliberately asked Wen Xu to stand in front of the electric stove: "You come to open it!"

Wen Xu took a look here, stretched out his hand and pulled it, and immediately felt that the door was thick enough and it took a lot of effort, so he pulled the door open with all his strength.

When I opened it, I found that the inside was full of plain porcelain, which was completely different from the colorful flowers that Wen Xu had imagined, and I couldn't help being disappointed.

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