Not many people have stepped into Silan Club, and even fewer young people have stepped into Silan Club.
There are very few people who have to come out to greet them in person before setting foot in Silan. The only ones who get such an opportunity are the great Bodhisattvas.
If there is another teahouse in China that can be as famous as it, then it is the Shifeng Teahouse in Sijiu City.
There are many similarities between the experiences of the two old men. They lived in seclusion in a teahouse, never married, made a splash, and were indifferent to fame and fortune.
It's just that the two old men took different paths at the beginning.
But no matter which old man he is, he can be regarded as a great Bodhisattva in China.
One south and one north are really in harmony with each other.
If there are only a handful of young people who can enter one of the teahouses, then there are even fewer young people who can enter both teahouses.
Nowadays, everyone who walks in is a big shot who shocks everyone.
Back then, Ye Shenfu's father Ye Zhengrong walked in.
Ye Chenfu followed Mr. Mu into the teahouse. He did not choose to sit in the private room, but in the courtyard.
The breeze beside the West Lake is gentle, carrying a faint fragrance.
Although there are not thousands of tea trees surrounding it, the sea of bamboo has a unique flavor.
As the ancients said, it is better to eat meat than live without bamboo.
Surrounded by a sea of bamboo, it undoubtedly reflects the character of the old man.
The futon is placed on the ground. The tea table is low and shows its age. The texture and carvings on it also show the extraordinary nature of this tea table.
Mr. Mu came over and sat down directly, sitting cross-legged on the futon.
Seeing the old man's light steps, Ye Chenfu secretly admired him.
Although you are said to be the military king of China, Ye Chenfu feels that if he starts a fight with the old man in front of him, he may not be able to win.
It's not that Ye Chenfu is modest, you must know that Ye Chenfu is talking about himself before he was injured.
There is no sharpness in the old man's eyes now, and he is very peaceful, but Ye Chenfu knows that such an old man has reached the state of returning to nature.
After sitting down, the old man took out a tea set from behind him.
I thought that the old man’s tea set would be a rare and unique item on the market, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a very ordinary tea cup.
Involuntarily, there was a hint of astonishment on Ye Chenfu's face.
However, such an expression did not miss the old man's eyes. With a faint smile, the old man said, "This tea set was made by Taizu when I was with him, and then it came into my hands. It has been in my hands all these years."
Used it, but accidentally smashed one."
The old man said it calmly, but people who heard it were shocked.
If an ordinary person said these words, Ye Chenfu would definitely think that the other party was an out-and-out liar, but when the old man surnamed Mu in front of him said these words, there was no trace of doubt.
Just like a toothpick in a random antique shop might be fabricated as a joke given by the Empress Dowager Cixi to Emperor Kangxi, but the old man obviously has no need for that.
Some people wear famous brands, and others will only notice the famous brands, which will not improve the quality of the clothes. Some people wear street goods, which makes people feel that they are hand-made by Italian tailors. To put it bluntly, it is people who make clothes bigger.
value.
The old man named Mu is undoubtedly the latter.
It's just that after most people get such things, they must be very valuable and hide them occasionally to take them out and appreciate them, but the old man surnamed Mu still uses them.
It must be said that the heart of the great Bodhisattva is sometimes not easily understood.
"admire."
Ye Chenfu had no choice but to nod his head and said, "Grandpa Mu, I brought you a little tea before coming here this time. You can try it."
As he said that, Ye Shenfu took out a small bag of tea leaves from his pocket, which looked like only one tael at most.
Most people come to give gifts to the old man surnamed Mu in exquisite packaging, box after box, as if they are wholesale.
But it is rare to get through the door. Even if you do, you may not be able to give it away, and even if you do, it may not bring a smile to the old man's face.
But when Ye Shenfu casually took out a small bag of tea from his pocket, a smile appeared on the face of the old man named Mu.
"Did you steal it from your grandfather? He has a lot of wild mountain tea. The smell is unique and wonderful." As he said this, the old man surnamed Mu couldn't help but enjoy the aftertaste on his expression, but then he started to enjoy it.
But he said with a look of regret, "It's just that your grandpa is very stingy. I didn't steal anything last time, he just let me have a drink, a drink!!"
As he spoke, the old man surnamed Mu couldn't help but get excited. This was a huge difference from the indifferent expression on his face before.
Really an old kid, an old kid.
Ye Chenfu looked at the appearance of the old man named Mu, couldn't help but smile, and then said, "Grandpa Mu, if I tell you that it's not my old man's tea, you won't be disappointed, right?"
"Uh, hey!"
The old man surnamed Mu looked at Ye Chenfu's appearance, and immediately knew that Ye Chenfu had not stolen Mr. Ye Zhen's wild camellia, and then said, "I should have guessed a long time ago, that old guy Ye Zhen is very stingy, why?
It will be easily stolen by you. Last time, I searched his room for a long time but couldn't find any wild camellia. I don't know where he hid it. I guess even you may not be able to.
You can steal it, hey!"
The old man surnamed Mu has been unhappy for so many years because of a little bit of tea. Looking at him complaining, Ye Shenfu suddenly felt a bit sour in his nose.
I think they were all powerful Bodhisattvas back then, but now they are all just old kids, like children who are easily satisfied and lose their temper.
Time really doesn’t spare anyone, and I don’t know where the time has gone.
Ye Chenfu shook his head slightly, and then said, "My grandfather didn't hide it anywhere. It's just in the big red iron can on his table. His most precious tea leaves are in it."
Ye Chenfu spoke truthfully and did not deceive the old man surnamed Mu.
When Ye Zhen was in the army, he was called an old fox. He naturally had a way of hiding things. He was definitely a cunning and cunning person.
The old man never leaves valuable things lying around, nor does he hide them everywhere. Instead, he puts them in the most conspicuous places.
The most dangerous place is the safest place. Everyone knows this truth, but not everyone can think of it at the critical moment.
"You mean it's in the big tattered iron can on his desk?" The old man surnamed Mu had forgotten what the main topic of conversation with Ye Chenfu was. Instead, he asked Ye Chenfu with his eyes wide open.
Ups and downs.
Ye Chenfu nodded lightly and told the old man surnamed Mu again with certainty.
At this time, the old man surnamed Mu was stunned for a moment, and then he said regretfully, "Oh my, why didn't I think of that at the beginning. The most dangerous place is the safest place. How could this old guy be so treacherous?
I'm using ordinary people's thinking to hide things. I've been fooled, I've been fooled, oh, I'm so angry."
The old man surnamed Mu kept feeling regretful, and then said angrily, "Young man from the Ye family, although I think highly of you and can be considered your master for a few days, if the thing you give is tea that your old man doesn't want,
, I will fall out."
The old man who originally had an air of immortality completely lost himself after seeing the tea leaves, and actually started to get angry with Ye Shenfu.
"Grandpa Mu, my grandfather has never drunk this tea." Ye Shenfu smiled mysteriously, and then said, "This is when I went to Sichuan and Sichuan and found a few old camellia plants on a mountain.
, they are all of a certain age. People say that old tea does not taste good, but those tea leaves have a special fragrance. Now I plant them with local people, without spraying pesticides or fertilizing, and after picking them, I use the best local tea leaves.
The ancient tea-frying technique is made by the elderly tea makers. Except for you, even I have never tasted it."
Every word Ye Chenfu said was true. Before coming to Hangzhou this time, he specially asked Zhao Kuangqi to bring it from Chengdu. The purpose was simply to give it to the old man named Mu.
Sure enough, after hearing Ye Chenfu's words, the old man surnamed Mu's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he directly snatched the tea leaves from Ye Chenfu's hand.
Open the tea bag and the aroma is overflowing.
The old man surnamed Mu finally couldn't help but nodded and said, "Xiao Yezi, you are really interesting. We will be friends every year from now on. You don't want to call me Grandpa Mu anymore. Just call me Brother Mu. I will call you
Your brother Ye."
Come on, the ups and downs of a bag of tea leaves have gone up two levels.
Sure enough, there is no gap in the world that water cannot invade.
Of course, it also depends on who sent it.
In the following time, Ye Chenfu naturally made a pot of tea for the old man surnamed Mu. To be honest, Ye Shenfu was not sure whether the tea had the same fragrance as it smelled.
Especially when the old man surnamed Mu frowned slightly after drinking, Ye Chenfu's heart was even more anxious.
However, Ye Chenfu's worry did not last long, and soon the eyes of the old man surnamed Mu showed a hint of excitement, "Brother Ye, let me discuss something with you. Where are these tea leaves? I'm going to help you look at the tea.
!”
In one sentence, Ye Chenfu was completely relieved.
But the thinking of the old man surnamed Mu made Ye Chenfu a little weird, but he must have just said it. After all, he still has a attachment to the West Lake.
Since there is no problem with the tea, then the next conversation will be much smoother.
Taking advantage of others' short hands and soft mouths is what Ye Shenfu wants. He doesn't believe that the old man surnamed Mu can be as shameless as him.