Shan Niang thought, "When we were doing business in Anhui, someone owed money and used tea mountain to support him. Your father felt sorry for him, so he agreed."

"Why haven't I drunk our own tea?"

Shan Niang shook her head and smiled, "Lu Yu said in the "Tea Classic": Huzhou, Changzhou, Shezhou. The green tea there is still a little worse than Suzhou and Hangzhou. We don't drink it ourselves, and we sell it to tea dealers."

"Where is Shezhou?" Many ancient place names Xiaoxiao couldn't understand.

"It's the current Qimen in Anhui."

"Wow!" Xiaoxiao stood up from the couch, "Qi?men?"

Qi Hong! Qi Men black tea, which is well-known at home and abroad, is one of the three high-flavor teas recognized in the world. It has not been born yet! If you remember correctly, it should have appeared in the late Qing Dynasty.

"What a surprise." Shan Niang pulled her daughter down.

"Mom, how are you drinking the Wuyishan black tea I brought back from the Wei family?"

"I couldn't get used to drinking it at first. After tasting it a few times, I felt the taste was mellow and sweet and lasting."

Xiaoxiao thought of a solution and decided to start with the Wei family: "Listen to Aunt Wei, those black tea makers have tried the fermentation and drying of Qimen tea. They made them completely according to the tea making method of black tea. The taste seemed to be even more fragrant!"

"Oh? Then why doesn't the Wei family do the Qimen black tea business?"

Xiaoxiao didn't dare to look at her mother when she lied. She pretended to hold the embroidery work on the table to appreciate it: "Listen to Ruicai, the Wei family's cooked silk business does not involve Anhui. It would be unprofitable to send people to Anhui for just a few tea gardens. After all, the cooked silk industry is their old business." As she said that, she came to her mother again: "Our family is different. There is a tea mountain in Qimen. It is also made of green tea and black tea, but the process is different. Why not invite a black tea master to make black tea?"

Shan Niang nodded and pondered: "This can be done."

The mother and daughter were discussing the black tea business when they heard a bead curtain ringing. Ci Gu came in and said, "The Wen family has sent flowers to the girl."

I looked at the time and it was almost nine o'clock in the evening: "What kind of flowers?"

Several mothers brought in about a dozen pots of fresh roses, and the room was filled with beautiful fragrance in an instant.

Among them are several pots of pink snow-seeking plum blossoms, two pots of dazzling golden yellow, two pots of purple, two pots of jade, and two pots of red, called big rubies. Ci Gu couldn't help but watch them one by one: "After all, it's the Wen family, which can raise roses so well. Compared with the roses we usually raise, the flowers are bright in color, the flowers are big in the head, and the fragrance is richer."

"Xizi is so late to remember to send flowers." Xiaoxiao leaned down and sniffed the pot of yellow roses, looking at the name Qingzhao on the label.

The business done by the Wen family is indeed pleasing, except for flowers and dew, which is really a happy industry.

Xiaoxiao ordered, "Except for jade, each of the other four colors is sent to the old lady. If you sleep, you will give it to Qingsi and the others quietly."

Shan Niang was also very interested and ordered someone to place a pot of jade-colored roses on a high table: "This pot of 'Bright Moon Hiding Herron' looks beautiful!"

Seeing that his mother was happy, Xiaoxiao was also happy. She placed a pot of purple roses on the couch table. She was facing the pane of BBQ. Looking out through the glass window, most of the lanterns in the yard were turned off, but she saw that the night was as bright as lacquer, the stars were shining, and the moon was running away.

Busy days are always fast, and fulfilling people have no time to care about time.

In a blink of an eye, it is the day to pay tribute again. The wheat fields in Xiaotang Village have been extremely green and are ready to mature and yellow at any time.

As the day grows, the willow branches that sway like lines seem to be made up in jade overnight. The willow leaves are hidden on the willow tree, and their bodies are as delicate as willow leaves, with a particularly crisp voice.

Ranbi said: "Don't listen to its good sound, but it looks very inconspicuous. I'll catch one for the girl to see."

Ci Gu shook her head: "Don't bother them, this bird has the least courage."

Xiaoxiao carefully observed the old willow, but he only heard the sound but could not see the shadow. The birds seemed to know that someone was secretly observing them, but the sound was not as crisp as it had just been, and turned into a timid and timid voice.

"This willow-leaf oriole and the tung flower phoenix are a neat match." Shan Niang said unconsciously.

"Does my mother refer to the Fengqi Wutong?" Xiaoxiao turned her head and looked at the several big Wutong trees at the end of the wheat field. The flowers bloomed to the peak, like purple smoke, burning to the misty.

"Aunt San's Day." Hearing a clear voice, he turned around and saw that it was Shu Yan.

The concubine of the second wife is usually taciturn, and the excitement of the crowd seems to have nothing to do with her. Shan Niang is not used to showing affection with others, but she is unwilling to neglect the child. She is also talented. As the daughter of the Lanxigu family, Shan Niang still loves talents. At this moment, she walked over and gently pulled Shu Yan: "The third girl is the most talented. She should tell your sister what the tung flower phoenix is. Otherwise, she would really think that the sycamore bird and phoenix are all living on the sycamore tree."

"Auntie," Shu Yan pursed her lips, with only a pair of clear phoenix eyes smiling faintly. "Li Deyu of the Tang Dynasty once wrote "Preface to the Painting of the Tung Flowers and Phoenix Fan", mentioning that there are many purple tung trees planted in the Minjiang area of ​​Chengdu. Every late spring, there are five colors of spiritual birds, smaller than black birds, and come to collect tung flowers to drink morning dew. When the flowers fall, smoke and rain dissipate, and I don't know where to go."

"The smoke flies and the rain is gone, and I don't know where to go." Xiaoxiao chewed the last sentence, "It's the most beautiful thing when it disappears."

Shu Yan looked at Xiaoxiao with a smile, and seemed to agree with her statement.

Xiaoxiao thoughts wide and felt that this 'Tung Flower Phoenix' could be used as the theme of a bottle of fragrant dew. Suddenly, he recalled the story of "Bai Yu Yu" in the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, and mentioned the little bird like Tonghuafeng: "I have seen it in a book that said that there is Tongfeng Xiang Ji, and there is a strange man who narrowed his body and caught his transportation, saying, 'The black path is hard to walk, so you can take this transportation.' The Tongfeng here should refer to Tonghuafeng."

Shan Niang just smiled: "It's another weird book."

But Shu Yan felt it was interesting and asked Xiaoxiao where she looked. Xiaoxiao couldn't, just said that she had been traveling around all year round and many good books were lost.

Every day on a day of greetings, the old lady's room is the most lively place in the mansion.

Today, the rooms were all here early, and there were bursts of laughter from the female family members from the West Speaker room. Xiaoxiao was puzzled. Everyone was always in the East Speaker room. Seeing the girl leading her to the West Speaker room, she followed her in.

The roses from the Wen family were placed in the room, which were set off by the masters and servants' beautiful clothes, and I felt that the room was full of flowers. However, the girls were all wearing plain learning skirts, which were decorated with freshness in the fun.

I don’t know what other jokes Jin Baodi said, but the masters and girls all laughed so hard that they covered their stomachs, but they only showed their faces and didn’t smile. They blushed and beat Jin with a veil: “Where is such a sister-in-law, I just joked with her unmarried sister-in-law!”

Jin Baodi was already slightly pregnant, holding her waist with one hand and pointing at Zhan Yan with the other: "I just talked about the fourth girl. Who knows which fourth girl it is? There is also a fourth girl in my family! It can be seen that the fourth girl has something to do in her heart, and I can't hide it anymore!"

Xiaoxiao looked around. The second wife had gone with her uncle and wife to burn incense early in the morning. She was absent today. If she were there, these people would not dare to make trouble with her daughter like this. However, the old lady and the fifth lady could not see it?

When Jin Baodi saw Shan Niang coming in, she hurriedly greeted her: "Aunt San's Day." Several girls also saluted one after another.

Shan Niang hurriedly supported her: "You have no need to be polite when you have a body."

Xiaoxiao and Shu Yan also went up to greet the fourth wife Ruan.

Jin Baodi smiled and said, "I'm just talking about it. My unsatisfied brother doesn't like his serious business and insists on figuring out those zany dramas. In the past two years, he has bought many opera troupes, found a hundred folk operas, collected ancient songs that are almost lost, and insisted on making big dramas by himself!"

The fourth wife Ruan said with a smile: "I don't like watching operas anyway. That ancient song is pretty good. When I was a child, there were girls who specialize in singing piano songs at home. I still remember that at the Chongjiu family banquet, they sat on the boat and sang 'Full autumn. All the clouds are misty. The water is far away and the mountains are high. Only the world is long.' I heard it yearn for me, and I dared to sing silently in my heart, for fear that I would be scolded by my grandmother if I sing it out loud."

Shan Niang nodded, "I have had my own female students over the years, and people are so excited about it. I heard that there are also 'song clubs' in the school. Unfortunately, many ancient songs have been lost, and now even good singers are rare."

"The Gong Basheng can still be heard." Ruan Shi said, "The Gong Basheng" is probably the name of a singer in this dynasty.

"There is a lot of difficulty in getting Gong Basheng. People say 'Eight Sounds and Ten Taw Gold', which is just the entry fee. I heard that he is not only good at singing, but also good at Qin and Xiao." Jin Baodi said.

Huanyan took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "The dynasty with the most popular songs is probably the Tang Dynasty. At that time, it was a prosperous era! There is a story in "Journal of Yi Ji": The poets Wang Changling, Gao Shi, and Wang Zhihuan went to the restaurant to drink for a drink, and four singers competed with songs. Some sang Wang Changling's "A piece of ice heart in the jade pot", some sang Gao Shi's "Opening the box and tears, seeing you the day before yesterday", but there was no poem by Wang Zhihuan. Wang Zhihuan was arrogant and famous, pointed to the singer with the best voice and said to the two poet friends: 'If she couldn't sing my poem, I would like to worship the lower side; if she sang, you two respect me as your teacher.' And the singer really sang 'The Yellow River is far away among the white clouds...'"

Everyone listened to it and envied the prosperous and prosperous dynasty.

Xiaoxiao's musical skills are poor. In the past, it was a blessing that he did not go out of tune. Grandma was good at playing the flute and taught herself step by step when she was a child. When she was a girl, she also started to play those favorite songs on a whim and tried to play them with flutes. Now, it seems that it happened three hundred years ago.

Just as I was thinking, a bright orange paper was handed to me, with gold butterflies printed on it, and the thick ink was written in regular script: April 18th, at the time of Si, Nanpu Street, Kuaixue Tower, and sincerely invited me to enjoy the small play "Liang Zhu".
Chapter completed!