Hearing this, everyone was stunned...

Song Ming, who had walked out a few steps, suddenly froze in place, took out his ears, pulled the guy who came with him, and asked, "What did I just hear?"

The waiter looked confused and said: "I don't know..."

"What do I need from you?" Song Ming shook him off, looked back at Fang Zheng excitedly, and asked, "Master, do you have something better?"

Before Fang Zheng could say anything, Xianyu rolled his eyes and said, "I just pulled off two leaves and soaked them in water. What's better?"

"Whatever?"

"Teared two pieces?"

"Drink in water?"

…

Everyone smelled the fragrance that had not dissipated, and they suddenly realized that they really didn't understand the world of monsters...

Anyway, after confirming that Fangzheng would really provide better tea, everyone cheered.

Tang Chen suddenly had an idea, jumped up, and waved: "Everyone, listen to me, everyone knows about Abbot Fangzheng's gift of tea. Don't post it on WeChat Moments, and don't tell outsiders! Let's prepare it for the Hiei family. A feast!”

"You are good or bad, hehe..."

"I like……"

"necessary!"

…

We hit it off immediately and immediately gave up on posting on WeChat Moments.

For a moment, the mountain was filled with conspiratorial laughter and whispers.

"I can't wait to hear the slap in the face."

"Sit and wait..."

"Ms. Song, please live broadcast."

…

Fang Zheng gave Song Ming a small bag of cold bamboo leaves. He was not good at frying tea and did not know how to fry it. All he could provide were raw materials. As for how Song Ming and others operated, that was their business.

Fang Zheng also gave up on watching the excitement. His mind was now on his Hanzhu Mecha. This was his childhood dream and now his fun...

As for other people who wanted to ask for tea, Fang Zheng refused directly.

"Dear donors, there are too few young leaves of the best cold bamboo, only so much a year. If you all come to ask for them, won't the poor monk not have anything to drink from? The poor monk is actually quite stingy. He plans to keep it for himself and does not plan to go out. Sell ​​it, so let’s leave it at that. Let’s disperse..." Fang Zheng said.

"Master, just give us a sip. After we finish drinking, we will give up." Many people begged.

"That's right, I've been waiting for two days, can you just take pity on me?"

…

Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "If everyone comes and waits like this, and the poor monk doesn't have so much tea to bring out, won't he be letting down a lot of people? This gap cannot be opened, let's disperse."

After saying that, Fang Zheng went back to the temple without looking back. He walked out of the back door and went straight to the cold bamboo forest in the back mountain, despite the unwilling wailing of everyone outside that could be heard throughout the mountain.

But everyone just shouted, and soon everyone's attention shifted to the upcoming tea competition.

After all, there is real Hanzhu tea in the arena. No matter whether you can mix it with a sip or not, just smell it! It’s better than waiting in the mountains.

Others immediately went to find Song Ming to establish relations...

Tang Chen followed Tang Mulu down the mountain. On the mountain road, Tang Chen said unwillingly: "Master, if you really want to drink..."

Tang Muddleheaded shook his head and said: "Try three mouths to taste tea. One mouth is to taste the tea in the cup, one mouth is to taste the tea in the heart, and one mouth is to taste the natural taste. If you get it naturally, just taste it. The twisted melon, It goes against one's heart and nature, and all that's left is just the appetite. Let's go and have a look at the foot of the mountain."

After hearing this, Tang Chen understood a little, nodded slightly and said, "Disciple understands."

Later, Tang Chen asked: "Down the mountain? What is there to see at the foot of the mountain? Is Master also going to participate in the tea competition?"

Tang Mumu smiled and said: "Of course, it's all in front of me, I have to go take a look."

When Tang Chen heard this, he was immediately overjoyed and said: "This is great, haha... I'll go talk to the organizer right now."

"Stop!" Tang Mudi scolded, and Tang Chen immediately stopped.

Tang confusedly said: "You always want to take shortcuts and find connections in everything. This is not a closed competition, this is an open competition. Just buy a ticket and go in to see it. How can there be so much pretentiousness."

Tang Chen's face turned red and he nodded in agreement.

Tang Mudu said as he walked: "Power is not a good thing, but use it as little as possible. If you get used to power, when it is convenient for you, it will drag you down. When you find out that you have reached hell,

, I no longer want to give up power and be an individual."

Tang Chen seemed to understand what he heard, but he also roughly understood what Tang Muddle-headed meant. In today's officialdom, if power is not misused, everything seems to be as peaceful as water. Once a precedent is set, power is misused, and after enjoying the convenience of power,

, just like a river that bursts its banks and flows thousands of miles, even if you want to block it, you can't stop it!

If anyone was the happiest, it was Song Ming who was happiest. She put a small bag of cold bamboo leaves in her hand for fear of losing it, and put it in her pocket for fear of leaking. In the end, she simply held it with both hands.

It seems that only by feeling its presence all the time can we feel at ease.

At the same time, someone else is also very happy, and that is Boss Qian.

"Boss Qian, our cooperation is based on your ability to give us what we need. But this time, you let us down."

In a private room of an R-style restaurant, Boss Qian and a man were sitting face to face. The man was wearing a kimono, and when he spoke, he had a taste of R country.

"Mr. Ishii, I don't think so." Boss Qian shook his head.

"Oh? How do you say this? You know, what we need is Hanzhu Tea, and we need to know the detailed information of our opponents in advance. You Chinese people have a saying: Know yourself and the enemy and you will win in any battle. Last time our Hiei family lost to

This time, we don't want to make the same mistake again," Ishii said.

Boss Qian said: "Mr. Ishii, although I didn't get Hanzhu Tea, I also messed up the matter of Song Ming and others getting Hanzhu Tea. I pretended to be stupid, got frustrated, messed up on the mountain, and even lost one

The purpose of such an old face is to prevent Hanzhucha from appearing in the competition. In fact, if Hanzhucha is really that good and even surpasses Hiei-san, even if Mr. Ishii gets the tea, so what? Still not losing?

On the contrary, what I brought is what you need most urgently. That is victory!"

Ishii's originally stern face suddenly melted away like a spring breeze after hearing this, and he sighed: "No wonder the head of the family likes to cooperate with Boss Qian so much. Boss Qian is indeed our friend and thinks more thoughtfully than us.

Cheers to our friendship?"
Chapter completed!