"Smoke, smoke." The man politely handed Ding Li a cigarette.
Ding Li smiled and handed over a bottle of Jianlibao.
The man laughed and said, "These things are for you young people to drink. I still like to drink my tea? I'm going to get a bottle of boiled water. Alas, the flight attendant is so lazy that he doesn't even know how to bring boiled water."
As soon as he finished speaking, the flight attendant brought boiled water over. The man was not embarrassed and said with a smile: "Sister, I'm kidding, how dare I work for you. I'm going to go myself."
Ding Li's face turned ugly. As soon as the flight attendant left, he scolded him: "Damn it, you see I'm young and easy to bully. I've been sitting here for so long and you don't even bring me boiled water?"
The man laughed loudly and said cheerfully: "That's for sure. Do you know that the money I gave went into their own pockets, and the money you gave was given to the public? How is this the same?"
Ding Li patted his head. Ding Li had heard a lot about this kind of thing when he was at the train station. But it was his first time traveling far away and he had no experience and he actually forgot all of this.
Although Wan Zizi is an old man and is very knowledgeable about these things, this is his godson going to college. Wan Zizi is not short of money and is too lazy to be stingy about it.
Although Ding Li is rich, he can also spend money. But if you look at his character of trying to save the 50 cents just to watch the video, you will know that this guy will not waste the money. So his face sank!
After a few words of advice, the man made tea by himself. The aroma of tea that could not be concealed even in this messy and mixed-smelling train suddenly wafted into Ding's nose. This made Ding
Li was very surprised.
Ding Li doesn't know much about tea, and given his age, he still prefers to drink more drinks. However, several of his elders follow the habits of the older generation and like to drink tea.
I have smelled the fragrance of tea a lot, but I have never smelled such a vague but strong smell. Even the West Lake Longjing, which is known to cost thousands of yuan a tael, does not have such a smell.
And, more importantly, smelling this kind of smell even made Ding Li's breath, which was disturbed by the crowds of people after he got in the car, calm down.
The man looked at Ding Li's look and asked proudly: "How is it? Good tea? This is the wild tea I picked in the mountains of the Qinling Mountains. It is probably no worse than Longjing Maojian?"
Ding Li took a breath: "This tea has spiritual energy!"
The man who praised these words had a smile on his face: "Come on, come on, I want to drink it myself, but it's all home-picked and worthless!"
At that time, disposable teacups were rarely used, and many people who often went out brought their own water cups. Often some old men would bring a canned teacup with them when they went out to play cards or go shopping, and the more sophisticated ones would even make one out of wool.
Cup sets.
Naturally, a young man like Ding Li would not take these things with him when he went out, so Ding Li simply emptied a can of Jianlibao and made some tea.
When you go out, you generally can't eat food given by strangers. This is the experience of this old man. For example, Ding Li didn't smoke the cigarette the man gave him just now. It's not that he dislikes the cigarette. It's because he must be on guard against others!
This man could tell at a glance that Ding Li was a student going to school. After a long time, Ding Li had basically figured out what this man did!
They must be the mountaineers who make a living in the Qinling Mountains of Wushan Mountain. The river winds out from the Bashan of the Qinling Mountains, and it is unknown how many treasures and evil objects it brought out, let alone the Qinling Mountains, which is known as the Dragon Vein of China!
In the past, there was a profession in the river that specialized in making a living in the river. It was called Taohe, which specialized in searching for treasures and gold sand in the silt deposited by the river. Naturally, it started from Wudang Mountain to Shennongjia and then to the deep mountains of Bashan Mountain in Qinling Mountains.
In the old forest, there is a group of mysterious figures called Mountain Guests. They hunt for treasures and medicines in the Qinling Mountains and even do some shady things...
Of course, to put it bluntly, these activities are nothing more than digging graves. Of course, not all mountaineers do that kind of thing, but these people are secretive in the mountains all year round. Ordinary people do not understand them, and they appear to be mysterious.
A lot.
Since the construction of an artificial reservoir on the river, which is said to be the largest in Asia, the profession of Taohe has been completely cut off. Who knows that mountaineers have revived in recent years.
Of course, Ding Li could not tell so many things just from a piece of wild tea, but he felt an earthy smell when he first saw this man. This smell is just a feeling, and he definitely can't smell it by smelling it.
Only a guy like Ding Li, who has been cultivating Qi for many years and feels sharper than ordinary people, can feel it.
Moreover, this man’s hands and feet are thick and his palms are covered with calluses. He looks like he works hard. But even in ten years, few migrant workers will have the luxury of working as a soft sleeper. Moreover, he also has a kind of personality that is unique to people who travel around the world all year round.
That kind of "jianghu flavor".
The wild tea brought out by this mountaineer proved Ding Li's conjecture. This kind of wild tea containing spiritual energy can only be produced in inaccessible places and in places with excellent Feng Shui.
The two made tea and chatted. Ding Li could see the background of this mountain guest, but the mountain guest could not see the background of Ding Li. Although he knew that Ding Li was a student, there was a strange feeling about him.
The feeling is indescribable and unclear.
Moreover, it actually has a bit of a Jianghu flavor, which is even more incredible for a student.
The two of them had a very interesting chat. The mountain guest’s surname was Lin, and he didn’t know whether it was true or not. When he became happy, he gave Ding Li half of the tea he was carrying, which weighed two or three kilograms: “There are more of these on the mountain.
, just pick it up by the way!”
Of course Ding Li knew that the mountain guest's exaggerated statement was that this kind of tea with spiritual energy could not be picked anywhere, let alone grow all over the mountains and plains.
But thinking about it, this mountain guest didn't understand the difference between the wild teas. Ding Li saw that his spiritual tea leaves were mixed with ordinary wild teas, and he estimated that they were half and half.
Of course, Ding Li would not let go of such a good thing. Without saying a word, he was embarrassed and put away the tea leaves.
Then Ding Li said: "Brother Lin, have you been ill recently? Wind and cold."
The mountaineer surnamed Lin slapped his thigh: "Brother, you know how to see a doctor. But no, last time I was collecting medicine in the mountain, I got caught in the rain and had a high fever. Otherwise, why would I go out of the mountain at this time?
Now is the time when there are a lot of good things in the mountains, and picking just a few old herbs is worth hundreds!"
Ding Li smiled. He knew little about medical treatment and only had a superficial knowledge. His cousin had no intention of learning Shen Ye's medical skills, but instead he became a master and learned martial arts.
Shen Ye said several times that he wanted to teach Ding Li his medical skills, but Ding Li himself had to go to school and learn from Yu Wanghai. How could he have so much energy to learn Shen Ye's medical skills?
Besides, Chen Ye can only be regarded as a charlatan and a barefoot doctor. At most, he just knows a few more folk remedies and secrets than others. Ding Li is really too lazy to learn them.