Chapter 141 Orphan girl is aloof and lonely, and she is a funeral and happy business

The "Tea Classic" divides water into three levels.

That is, it is called: on the mountains and rivers, in the rivers, and under the wells.

In other words, mineral water is the best, followed by live water.

The worst is the water that has been settled.

But just like the pre-Qin concept of "scholars, farmers, industry and commerce".

Now it is only used to refer to the people of the world, not the standard for measuring class.

The "Tea Classic" written in the Tang Dynasty has also been regarded as the foundation work of tea ceremony with the development of the times.

But I am not blindly admiring the contents.

Although Daiyu is not good at this, she has heard of it.

The water that was prevalent in the Great Wei Dynasty at this time was rootless water.

Those who pay attention to it will be filled with rain, dew, frost and snow.

Seal and wait for future use.

Therefore, when he heard Miaoyu’s question, Daiyu smiled and guessed:

"Is it the rain that my sister had lost in the old year?"

Daiyu also said casually, and she chose the most easily stored rainwater in Jiangnan.

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were said, Miaoyu sneered.

"Ha! I don't want you to be a very vulgar person!"

This made Daiyu stunned.

She thought Miaoyu called her and treated her with tea.

Not to mention thanks, at least to show kindness.

Unexpectedly, I couldn't talk a few words.

It actually started to attack?

Although I feel ashamed of Miaoyu, with Daiyu's temperament, I will not bow my head easily.

Of course, she would not turn against her face just by accusation, but she still needs to ask.

Daiyu frowned slightly and raised her eyes and asked:

"Where does sister come from?"

"I can't even taste the water, aren't you a very vulgar person?"

Although Miaoyu's face was disdainful, Daiyu could hear a little anger at all.

Sure enough, before Daiyu could speak, she continued to say unhappily:

"How can the rainwater from the old year be so pure? How can I eat it?"

She looked at the green jade dou in front of her and gently held it under her nose.

Looking at Daiyu again, she sighed:

"This is five years ago, I lived in Panxiang Temple, Xuan Tomb, and the snow on the plum blossoms I collected."

Plum blossoms and snow.

Just listening to it makes it feel quiet and timeless.

Daiyu imagined it and felt a little ashamed.

No wonder she said she was a vulgar person!

It turned out that I was blaming myself for not being able to taste it and wasting her kindness.

However, although he was a little ashamed, Daiyu would not bow to her because of this.

It’s not that she begged her to make tea for herself, so what if she can’t taste it?

If it were his previous personality, Daiyu would definitely sneer and reply with a few words.

But now she just smiled and resolved:

"It's so pure. I heard that real experts are all fucking water by themselves. I don't expect that my sister is just a person who knows tea like this!"

When he heard Daiyu holding a word, Miaoyu didn't realize anything was wrong.

He was still feeling lost on his own, holding the green jade and said:

"The united people can have a urn of green-faced flower urn. They are always reluctant to eat it and are buried underground. They just opened to entertain you today, but unfortunately you can't taste it?"

She couldn't bear to eat good water, but she started to entertain me?

When Daiyu heard this, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

This concubine ignored her words and felt sad about spring and autumn on her own?

Daiyu felt that she had touched some tricks.

So he lowered his posture a little and said tentatively:

"I am not proficient in this, and I only know it's precious when my sister says it."

Seeing Daiyu looking very sorry, Miaoyu thought she wanted to apologize.

I suddenly felt a little despised.

If Daiyu apologizes, she will not only be a common man who can't taste the water.

I will inevitably lower her head in the future.

But unexpectedly, Daiyu changed her mind when she said this:

"Fortunately, I felt it was good after drinking it, so it was not a waste of my sister's wishes."

"As long as you drink it well, it's not a waste?"

Miaoyu frowned and repeated it.

After saying that, not only was he not angry, but he also turned anger into joy.

Smiling, nodding:

"There is finally something that I understand."

Now Daiyu felt a little relieved and confirmed her sister a little.

Later, he deliberately talked about poetry and literature.

When Daiyu listened to her talking about poetry.

It is said that among the ancients, there were no good poems since the Han, Jin, Five Dynasties, Tang and Song dynasties.

There are only two good sentences.

"Even if there is a thousand-year iron threshold, you will eventually need a steamed bun."

Then we talk about Wenzao.

He also praised him all the time, saying that Wen is good for Zhuangzi.

Daiyu roughly understood the temperament of this concubine's sister.

Just go out of the world and go higher.

It will surely win her heart.

To be honest, Daiyu can figure it out so quickly.

It's because she used to be like this.

To put it bluntly, it's just two words.

Literary youth.

Daiyu used to feel that "everyone is drunk and I am awake alone."

She worked hard to learn articles, but felt that she was no worse than a man.

But after my mother passed away and left home.

Daiyu has experienced too much.

Especially the time when my father was seriously ill later.

It made her understand even more.

Altitude is the most useless.

Fortunately, although she was useless, her father had already found her a useful husband.

If he hadn't been there, let alone being aloof, he would have been a "orphan girl" long ago.
To be continued...