Chapter 90 I want black tea instead of green tea (Part 2)
"Tongue wrapping?"
Zheng Haizhu was stunned at first, but then he realized that that's right. Black tea is a fully fermented tea-making principle, and its taste is sweeter and mellower than green tea. Yan Siqi drank only green tea from Fujian to Japan, so naturally he was not used to it, so he changed the taste to black tea.
The thick feeling is described as "tongue-packing".
This is exactly the effect Zheng Haizhu is pursuing.
There is no black tea in the world. It was an accidental mistake by tea farmers in the Wuyi Mountains in the late Ming Dynasty. The newly picked green tea fermented and produced an odor. In desperation, they tried to save it by roasting it with pine wood. However, no Chinese wanted to drink it, so they sold it to merchants at a low price.
After some bragging by the raw material traders and selling it to foreign traders, this fully fermented tea became more popular than green tea in Europe.
Zheng Haizhu had no intention of speculating whether the reason why foreigners love to drink black tea is because of their dietary structure and they need a "heavy" drink like coffee to relieve their tiredness. What she is more concerned about is the fact that at this time when she traveled, there are
surprise--
The mistake made by the Wuyishan farmers has not yet occurred!
Yes, after she returned to Fujian, she confirmed again that the tea shipped from Yuegang was all green tea.
The current Ming Dynasty and foreigners must have never imagined that within a hundred years, the largest sales of tea in the world trading system would be black tea, and it has always been so.
This time, when I saw wild tea in Taiwan, I thought that Taiwan and central Fujian have similar latitudes and similar climates. Although Grandma Qiwen is a tribal chief, she is very accepting of new things. She also has experience in cooking wild tea. Zheng Haizhu
So I proposed to Wen's ancestors and grandsons to try full fermentation with the wild tea picked this spring.
"Brother Yan, you have been drinking fresh tea for more than 20 years, and you only like the clear and slightly bitter taste. Just like us seaside people, how can we eat the stinky mandarin fish made in Huizhou. But I was in Songjiang and saw missionaries
Sheshan picked wild tea, kneaded it and then simmered it, which was called fermentation, just like making rice koji. Then it was dried and boiled in water, and cow and goat milk were added. They like to drink it."
This was of course compiled by Zheng Haizhu.
After hearing this, Yan Siqi said, "I see, Ah Zhu wants to do overseas business." When he looked up again, he saw Wen Ah Kun standing in front of him holding a goat's milk jar, casting a questioning look.
"Okay, add some goat milk and I'll try it again." Yan Siqi said warmly.
Ah Kun hurriedly avoided looking at him, and only gently added milk to the teacup with gestures. His cheeks were slightly red, either from the heat or from a different kind of embarrassment.
Yan Siqi was generous and natural. He took a few sips of milk tea and said, "I feel better now. Come to think of it, it is similar to the way Hu Shang from the Western Regions liked to add butter to fried tea during the Han and Tang Dynasties."
Eunuch Liu, like Grandma Wen, sipped quietly.
Then, with a hint of regret, he said: "Xianglin left in a hurry. If he were here, it might be to your liking. The black tea that people in Shilichuan like to drink is somewhat similar to this."
Grandma Wen put down the tea cup and turned to Yan Siqi. There was a hint of discussion in her kind tone: "Mr. Yan, Mrs. Zheng has talked to me and Ah Kun about several things these days. One is to divert water to encircle the fields;
Planting rice seedlings and harvesting rice like the Fujian people do, the second is planting and making tea, the third is teaching the villagers how to make pewter, the fourth is, the fourth is..."
"The fourth is to learn to spin with cotton thread," Zheng Haizhu pointed at the Gema handkerchief in Yan Siqi's hand and continued, "The sisters and sisters in the village can even twist the hemp thread so finely and weave it so skillfully.
Weaving is no problem."
Grandma Wen smiled thoughtfully: "What Madam Zheng said, Ah Kun and I can't get what we want, but how to cultivate fields and spin cloth, how to attract rice seeds and tea seeds, it is still up to Mr. Yan to decide."
"Oh, this matter, this matter..."
Yan Siqi couldn't figure out a response for the moment. He was a reckless hero who was as familiar with going into and out of the sea, commanding sailors, and doing business as he was with a stick. But when it came to managing the farming and people's livelihood, he was really a layman.
Liu Shimin couldn't hear Grandma Wen's hint of urging. He thought to himself that this old lady was impatient, which was a good thing.
The more anxious she is to see the court's sincerity, the more it shows her willingness to surrender.
Liu Shimin then happily patted Yan Siqi on the shoulder and said teasingly: "Don't worry, grandma, the Ming Dynasty wants to make such a person your son-in-law on the island, how can you be reluctant to part with the betrothal gift? Across the sea is the tea town of Fujian, I will start it when I get back The emperor will send you tea farmers and tea seeds, and what else, pewter ore. As for cotton, looms, and weavers, you should rest assured that Miss Zheng’s boss is the most knowledgeable. I will go and say hello. , let them teach Miss Zheng’s sister-in-law’s family members to move around more often in the future.”
Zheng Haizhu suppressed her laughter and thought to herself, this sounds very similar to Yan Siqi's wedding princesses in the past.
But when she glanced at Yan Siqi, she suddenly caught a hint of dejection and resignation in the eyes of the future hero.
…
It was still a clear night, and the moonlight shone down deeply and shallowly on the treetops, roofs, fences, and courtyards.
After dinner, Liu Shimin called Yan Siqi and Zheng Haizhu together and talked about some long-term thoughts, including using the bravery of the natives of the South Island to gradually gather other indigenous peoples on the island and mixed Han people who had migrated from the previous dynasty. The base on the Daishan side of Zhejiang must also be held up. In this way, it will be like controlling the waters from the East China Sea to the South China Sea for the imperial court, and killing the ambitions of the Japanese, Frankie, and Hongyi.
"Brother Siqi, the burden on your shoulders is probably heavier than that of the general soldiers from Shandong to the coast of Guangfu," Liu Shimin said, slowly getting up and saying, "You two will discuss how to become a weaver." As for coming over, I ate a bit too much tonight, so I will go for a walk to the beach to eat off my food."
After saying this, he called a guard in golden clothes and followed him out of the fence gate.
Under the moonlight, the two of them suddenly faced each other. Zheng Haizhu, who had always been in a clear mind, thought that the marriage between Yan Siqi and A Kun had been decided, and he had to know how to avoid suspicion, so he said with the intention of ending today's conversation: "Songjiang In fact, with Daishan, my eldest brother will think about it carefully and tell me to do it when I am about to leave the island. It is best to write a handwritten letter to Tang..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Azhu, I have two questions to ask you." Yan Siqi interrupted.
Zheng Haizhu had no choice but to sit on the tree stump again: "Ask."
"Do you like General Ma?"
Well……
The obsession of straight men is back again.
Zheng Haizhu sighed, raised his face, and stared at Yan Siqi: "General Ma is very good, as good as you, but we women don't just fall in love with a good man when we see him, or we have to make plans in our hearts to marry him. He, we can respect you, admire you, imitate you, go above and beyond, help you in the same boat, or treat you as someone you trust more than your relatives."
Yan Siqi was stunned for a few seconds in that gaze, and said softly: "Don't be upset, I don't understand a woman's mind. I don't have any other bad thoughts, I just want to know what kind of man you will be attracted to."
"I don't know either. Brother Yan, how do you know why your heart is moving before it moves? You will only understand what kind of person you like, whether male or female, after you meet him, right?"
Yan Siqi was silent.
You only know what you like after you meet someone. Of course he understands this principle.
Because I have experienced it myself.
Seeing that he was gentle and slightly absent-minded, Zheng Haizhu took the initiative to break the dullness and said: "You said you have two questions to ask, what about the second one?"
Yan Siqi's eyes refocused with sadness.
"Azhu, that day on the boat, you said you didn't want to die with me. What you said was..."
"What I said was sincere, not an angry comment."
After Zheng Haizhu caught the second half of Yan Siqi's muttered words, he sat upright on the tree stump and looked straight at Yan Siqi.
"Brother Yan, even if I change my life and I really fall in love with you, I can't accompany you to die in vain, right? I just follow you through fire and water without hesitation. I can't do it. I'm not I am your subordinate. I have to see if your judgment is correct first. If it is not, I will have to pull you away. If you have a bad temper and refuse to leave, of course I will leave by myself."
Yan Siqi was stunned by the woman's words.
Judging from the words she spoke about, although it could not be considered as the cold behavior of "flying away separately when disaster strikes", it was clearly very different from the gentle and affectionate behavior in a man's heart that depended on life and death.
"Azhu," Yan Siqi sighed softly, "it's time for me to wake up."
Zheng Haizhu stood up and said without hesitation: "Yes, brother, it's time for you to wake up. Don't think about why I don't want to die with you. I am grateful that you have been loyal to me from the beginning to now, and I also recognize your character. Honest, that's why I don't have time to think about whether you will die or not. I only care about you living well now. I only care about whether I can do my best to help you live a better life."
She walked away from the stone table for a few steps, thought about it, came back, looked down at Yan Siqi, and spoke in a very calm tone.
"Brother Yan, you are not an official of the imperial court. In terms of ability, you are better than us on this island. So whether you want to be a Taiwan chieftain or not, and whether you want to marry Wen Akun or not, all depends on you nodding your head. But since you agreed... …”
Yan Siqi raised his head in the moonlight: "Since I agreed, I will treat Mrs. Wen well. We will respect and protect her as husband and wife, instead of treating her as my subordinate."
Zheng Haizhu stood quietly for a moment, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Akun likes Zhuangzi's "Xiaoyaoyou" very much. She thought of Ming Yun for her nephew."
Yan Siqi said: "Okay, I understand."
He added: "I have told Eunuch Liu that we will invite famous doctors from Fujian. Maybe brother Akun's illness can be cured."
…
In the early spring of the last year of Wanli, the female chief of the Siraya tribe and the Han woman from the motherland, after tirelessly trying to knead and ferment the cloth in batches, finally found out the relatively accurate time and ambient temperature, and cooked a dish that was not sour.
Black tea that is not astringent and does not cause belching.
Zheng Haizhu told Grandma Wen that if tea seeds from Wuyi Mountain in Fujian were used,
The core village of the tribe, as well as the people of the tribe who came from a hundred miles away to participate in the spring sea ceremony, were also surprised and delighted to learn that their future female leader, A Kun, would come across the sea with an escort pot god, and she would be so heroic.
The Han men became partners.
After the sea sacrifice ceremony, Yan Siqi led his men and a team of Liu Shimin's royal guards to build a wooden house with the characteristics of a palace in the open area of Yecha Mountain facing the sea as a temple to worship the pot god believed by the Siraya people and the Fujianese.
Mazu empress with envelopes from local fishermen and merchants.
That day, when the men were having sex in full swing, Wen Akun ran up the mountain and told Yan Siqi excitedly: "General Ma, come back."
Yan Siqi looked in the direction of her finger, and sure enough he saw a large ship with its flag fluttering, slowly sailing into the Taiyuan Harbor.
When he and Wen Akun came down the mountain to the beach, the big ship had already lowered five or six firewood boats to transport people and boxes to the island.
Liu Shimin, Grandma Wen, and Zheng Haizhu were talking with Ma Xianglin.
But there were actually several red-haired foreigners standing next to General Ma.
Ma Xianglin was facing the direction of the village when he saw Yan Siqi striding over. He raised his head and raised his fist in greeting, pointing at the foreigner: "Brother Yan, this is the Hongyi people who bought silk cloth from the Weaving Bureau before. They don't want to hit the rocks on the east side of Penghu.
Our ship happened to pass by, rescued people, and also grabbed a lot of goods."
Yan Siqi's heart moved, and when he was guessing Ma Xianglin's intention of bringing the foreigners ashore, Liu Shimin, with a kind but dignified master's air, patted Yan Siqi's shoulder, made a circle gesture, and told the Hongyi people: "Yan Siqi
Sir, the general stationed on this island."
The leader of the Hongyi people is none other than Gulit.
The Spanish, Portuguese, Dutch and British maritime merchants are all supported by the royal family or the government. Many of them have the responsibility of detecting the Far East charts, not to mention the most ambitious Dutch today.
Gullit's entry and exit from Yuegang went smoothly this time, and he gained a lot of courage. He simply went all the way north, followed the monsoon, and found his way to the vicinity of Shuangyu Island in Ningbo, where Spanish ships frequently visited. Then he turned back south, preparing to reach the
While exploring the vicinity of Penghu Island, I was surprised to find that the Luer Waterway was so dangerous that I almost lost my life.
At this moment, Gulit met Yan Siqi's gaze, but he felt that it was neither fierce nor cunning, but pressed toward him like the shadow of a sail in the sun.
Immediately, bursts of disappointment and lamentation arose in my heart.
According to Governor Cohen, the Ming government's coastal defenses in Penghu were extremely lax, and the guards on the island were also sporadic. If we were optimistic, the brave and intelligent Dutch would be able to occupy Penghu and its east side within three to five years.
That big island is as mysterious as the secret realm of heaven.
Now it seems that this is not the case at all.
On this large island, there are elegant consuls, strong soldiers, and an old but majestic priestess.
Oh God, the city-state of Sparta was nothing more than that.
Oh God, did our luck as Dutch people run out when we captured Batavia (now Indonesia) in Southeast Asia?
Gulit asked the translator who was also rescued. After politely saying some words of thanks, he looked at Zheng Haizhu with a smile.
"Beautiful lady, we meet again. Fortunately, that precious fan and that beautiful dance skirt did not fall into the sea."
Zheng Haizhu endured the discomfort of the greasy feeling that this old man couldn't change, and smiled lightly: "Don't be too sad if you lose it. We have a lot of good things in Ming Dynasty. Mr. Nedland, you and your partner, you want to
Don’t you want to try the black tea that is only available in Ming Dynasty?”