Chapter 6 Chapter Six

When Lin Qi, the prefect of Hangzhou, established Qiushi Academy in Puci Temple in Puchang Lane, it was only three years before the end of the last century.In the hall of the academy, the Fujian-born reformer was lecturing to the thirty Hangzhou elites—to live in the present and try to govern, to cultivate talents as the first priority, to live in today to cultivate talents, and to emphasize practical learning as the first meaning ; On the one hand, I thought with some relief: the reform of the Qing Dynasty may be expected in a certain period of time! Standing gracefully among the thirty students, Hang Yi was tall and slender, with a long neck, red lips and white teeth, and delicate features.Wearing a bleached Hangfang long gown, a black satin vest with hidden patterns, and a black velvet cape in a unique style.A braid was black and shiny, dangling from time to time.The young man standing next to him was slightly shorter than him, with broad shoulders and broad eyebrows, a slightly dark complexion, and white teeth that looked even more white.He looks like a bunt, standing like a green pine, with oily black braids.His slightly raised chin gave off an air of arrogance. His hands were behind his back, his legs were spread apart, his trouser legs were tied, and his feet were in a figure eight shape, as if he was holding a sharp weapon, ready to strike at any time.Needless to say, it was Zhao Chen.

That day, Lin Ouchu was very happy and set up several banquets to celebrate his son's entrance.There was no Wu Chaqing at the banquet, he went to Shaoxing Pingshui to buy pearl tea.Tianzui was a little disappointed, and said: "I'm studying, and you have to pick up the burden of the family again, and there are so many clues. In my opinion, the export of pearl tea business should not be done." Mrs. Hang waved her hand and said, "What nonsense, if you don't earn money from foreigners, can the teahouse have the money to redeem it?" The development of Wangyou Tea House in the past ten years, firstly, the traditional Longjing tea for domestic sale, and secondly, the export of Shaoxing Pingshuizhu tea.

Pingshui, Shaoxing, was a famous tea market in the Tang Dynasty, where tea and wine were traded.Pingshui pearl tea is only available in Pingshui. The balls are round and look like dark green beads. The English name is gun powder green, which means green ammunition.When you drink it, it has the air of gold and stone, and it is very murderous. The original export of pearl tea was translated as Hgson——Gongxi, which means the tea specially tributed to Emperor Kangxi. In the mid-18th century, it sold for as much as ten shillings and sixpence per pound in the London market. For the pearl tea export business of Wangyou Tea House, it has to go through Paihe Foreign Firm in Shanghai.In the past ten years or so, business has been good. It is said that the province's highest annual output is 200,000 dan, which is more than half of Zhejiang's tea exports.In the past two years, things have gone downhill. Wu Chaqing has to deal with tea estate affairs at home and foreign businessmen at home, and it's hard work on both sides.Although the muscles and bones are good, the years are not forgiving after all, and the sparse yellow goatee has turned gray.

That night, Tianzui was excited. Standing in the courtyard outside the study, smelling the air of the first spring night, he saw a paper lantern swimming from the round gate, and the word "Hangzhou" was reflected in the candlelight. Tianzui's muscles tense, this is a batch of lanterns that my father made on a whim when he was alive. They don't use red and black ink to write, but use green paint. They have been used for a long time, and they are gradually damaged.Only the pot of tea that the housekeeper served carefully became his own sight. It has been the rule for many years after Hang Jiuzhai's death that Chaqing goes through the courtyard of Tianzui's study every night to the proprietress' residence in the backyard to discuss the day's business.It turns out that there is a rule in the tea industry that women are not allowed to go to the shop to socialize and sit on the table. Although Lin Ouchu felt a lot of inconvenience, he did not dare to break this rule. Lai Chaqing had to report the daily market prices.

Wangyou Tea House has a shop in the front and a field in the back, and there is a side door behind the field, which could have directly led to the proprietress's place, but Chaqing had to go around to Hang Tianzui's place every day.Hang Tianzui is such an understanding person. When he met Cha Qing under the moon that night, he called Uncle Cha Qing and said, "The moonlight is very clear today. Why should Uncle Cha Qing light the lantern again?" Looking at the young master, Cha Qing slowly twisted his goatee and said, "It's better to light it." Hang Tianzui, with his hands behind his back, went to look at the few goldfishes kept in the stone trough, and said, "Uncle Nian Chaqing is looking for my mother, just go in through the side door, there is no need to go around such a big detour. Uncle is old, My legs and feet are inconvenient, and my eyes are not very good..."

When Hang Tianzui said these words, his eyes were always looking at Chaqing with embarrassment.Cha Qing stayed there, holding the lantern in one hand, and twisting his goatee with the other hand. After a while, he said, "It's better to go around." Wu Chaqing turned around to leave, but Tianzui came up with a burst of impulse, his back always made Tianzui's heart ache. "I was admitted to Qiushi Academy." Tianzui said. Cha Qing turned her head, glanced at him, and stopped in her tracks. "After reading the book, what are you going to do?" The voice came softly, which startled Hang Tianzui. He raised his eyes and stared at Uncle Cha Qing in surprise.

"I haven't thought about it. I haven't...thought, thought about it." He stammered and replied, "In short, the country needs, needs to be reformed, needs to be improved..." The wind is tight, the withered bamboo leaves rustle in early spring, the moon hides in the clouds, the sky is dark, the candlelight is dim, and the light can reach a few feet square.Tian Zui felt that Uncle Cha Qing had almost completely disappeared into the darkness.A voice came from the darkness, saying, "After reading the book, think about what to do." He left with an erratic figure, like an old cat in the dark night.Hang Tianzui let out a long breath of relief.

Mother Lin Ouchu took out the best Mingqian tea of ​​the year from the lime urn, and asked Tianzui to deliver it to Zhao Qihuang's house in person—it wasn't for this old iron man who kept an eye on Hang Tianzui, how could he be admitted to the academy. When Tianzui put both hands of the Mingqian Longjing on Zhao Qihuang's mahogany desk, Mr. Zhao sighed: "This is the kind of person who does not behave in a vulgar way. A small pot of Longjing is better than that." Pile of small packets of ginseng fungus." Tianzui lowered his head with his hands hanging down, and said: "Mother told me to tell you that this tea is Ruanxin specially collected from Shifeng Mountain. You might as well try it, old man."

Zhao Qihuang sighed, and said: "It's hard for your mother to put in so much effort, the Ruanxin brand is only made by Wangyou Tea House, and the tea delivered today is the best of the best." "My mother said that the Dragon Well in Hangzhou has lions, dragons, clouds, and tigers. Lions are the most unique. If you want to give them away, you will naturally give them the name of the lion." Zhao Jike was returning from practicing with sticks in the garden, and just after hearing Hang Tianzui's theory, he wiped his sweat with the belt around his waist, and said with a smile, "Tianzui, I don't think you need to read the classics and history again." If you have learned the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, it will be easier to inherit Wangyou Tea House, and sooner or later you will still be the boss."

"Idiot! What do you know? You think this tea can be drunk casually?" Mr. Zhao taught, twirling his long white beard, "How does Lu Zi comment in "The Classic of Tea"-tea is used for drinking, and the taste is cold , is the most suitable for drinking. People who practice frugality, if they are hot, thirsty and suffocated, have headaches, dry eyes, irritated limbs, and discomfort in all joints, chat for four or five times, and compete with the nectar of awakening." Zhao Jike didn't take it so seriously: "Lu Yu, a hermit in the middle Tang Dynasty. He practiced frugality, and he was nothing but living in the mountains. After all, he has nothing to do in the world."

Tianzui refuted his friend: "As you said, there is no such thing as a high-spirited scholar who is unwilling to join forces in this world?" Zhao Jike laughed loudly: "What kind of scholar? It's just a crane in the cloud, flying back and forth to the prime minister's house. I don't see the loss of life. I only want to be wise and protect myself, and I want to clear my name in the future. Zhao Jike will never do it all his life." Old Mr. Zhao frowned and shouted: "The young man is so arrogant, he will accomplish nothing in the future." "It's not the arrogance of a young man, it's really a young man's ambition. I'm predicting in front of the best Longjing tea in the world that within twenty years, the world will be in chaos—" "Nonsense!" Zhao Xiahuang patted the table, "What good does chaos do to the country and the people?" "The trend of the world, long-term division must be united, long-term unity must be divided, great chaos can lead to great order, and great order can lead to peace in the prosperous world—" "Brother Jike, I think you are afraid that the world will not be chaotic?" Tian Zui asked with a smile. "Exactly." Zhao Jike was relieved. Zhao Qihuang shook his head again and again, and said to Hang Tianzui heartbroken: "All my life, I have been bad at my mouth. Unexpectedly, among the few sons, I have inherited my disposition. Don't you know that no matter how troubled the world is, the scholar who speaks wildly must A catastrophe. If you don't guard against your heart and mouth in time, the catastrophe of extinction will be imminent soon." Tianzui saw that the father and son were really confused, and quickly smoothed things over and said: "No matter how the world changes, whether it's white clouds or gray dogs, you still have to drink tea, and you still have to cure diseases. Wangyou Tea House and Xuanhutang It still can't be abolished, this is called "everything is inseparable." "Brother, you are very happy." Zhao Jike didn't try to smooth things over for Tianzui, but rather killed him, "The world is really in chaos. I don't know where to hang the signs of Wangyou Tea House and Xuanhutang?" Tianzui winked at the guest, and said: "Since what you said is so distressing, it might as well be drunk today when you have wine. Try this pot of tea first, put aside those principles of governing the world, and comment later." Go to the lidman who opened the square china jar. Zhao Xiahuang saw that this blue and white peony patterned tea pot/shape is magnificent, stable and exquisite, and the peonies on it are pitched to the back, gathering and dispersing elegantly. At first glance, it looks like a precious antique, so he said: "Look at this pattern. Does it look like it?" The implication is that it is an artifact from the previous dynasty, right?" Tianzui's eyebrows danced when he heard it, and it seemed to be in his heart, and then he really opened up the conversation box, saying: "It is a relic of the Yuan Dynasty, the old man is really insightful, the blue and white decoration of the Yuan Dynasty, the most wonderful thing is that it seems to be here. Between the difference..." Zhao Jike held the "Gong Ding'an Collected Works" in his hand, leaned over, looked left and right at the blue and white porcelain pot, and said, "Where is the magic? Why do I only see so many peonies, and there is no refreshing one?" feeling?" Tianzui was getting more and more complacent, and he couldn't hear Zhao Jike's sarcasm at all, or he had long been invulnerable to the sarcasm of his elder brother Er Yue, and he just expounded his high-spirited thesis with great interest: "The wonderful one, the subtleties Spirituality. Like Gong Zizhen’s Kyushu angry and relying on wind and thunder, it’s indescribable. If you look closely at this peony, there are clusters of green leaves and lonely flowers blooming alone; ;Sure enough, as Shu Yuanyu's "Peony Fu" chanted: Those who face are like greetings, those who recite are like formulas, those who tell are like words, those who contain are like swallowing, those who bow are like sorrow, those who look up are like joy, those who mourn are like dancing, and those who look sideways are like dancing. Those who fall are like falling, those who are inferior are like drunk, those who are miserable are like farewell, or hurricane is like a move, or comment is like thinking, or it is like singing with the wind, or the dew is like sorrow. He shook his head and closed his eyes, just expressing his feelings. He didn't open his eyes until he found that the listener was completely silent. Seeing that Zhao's father and son were staring at him strangely, he asked, "Why, am I not right?" The sender said: "Are you inviting us to have tea, or are you inviting us to have tea pots?" Tianzui said: "Idiots, even my family knows that tea tasters taste water, utensils, environment, and heart. Song people still have five ways to order tea. If the water is not clear, don't order it; if the utensil is not fine, don't order it." ...Forget it, let me say this, how would you know, so don't mention it." Zhao Qihuang sat on the grand teacher's chair, staring intently at the orphan of his old friend.It would be absurd for the father and son to be two people.Now that his son has entered Qiushi Academy, it can be regarded as a revitalization of the family.But the father and son still have their destiny to meet each other.Beauty is beautiful, excellence is worrying.Old Mr. Zhao sighed with emotion in his heart, as if this beautiful young man with a beautiful heart is fleeting, and his splendor is perishable. So, what about his own youngest son, Zhao Jike?Alas, the heart is fierce and fate is hard, and disasters will come from the sky. This pair of young people still don't know how to run in the world in the future?Thinking of this, I couldn't help coughing a few times, and said: "Send guest, Tianzui is a man of temperament, you have grown him for two months, and after he enters school, you must take care of him." "Father's words are very true." Zhao Jike patted Hang Tianzui's shoulder affectionately, "I have the famous Mr. Zhao Si in Hangzhou, don't worry." But Zhao Xiahuang said, "I spit out crazy words again. I was just worried about you. I thought I could protect Tianzui, but I didn't know that softness can overcome strength, or one day, I will ask Tianzui to protect your life!" Hang Tianzui was indeed a good-natured person, and was immediately moved to tears by what the father and son said, and couldn't help himself, saying: "If one day I have the opportunity to protect brother Jike, it will be good fortune. Tell the truth Old man, in this world, what I admire the most is a heroic figure like Brother Jike, who dispels evil spirits, restores the righteous, and saves the people from fire and water. He is too drunk to save the world, but fortunately there is a pillar of the country like Brother Jike ..." Mr. Zhao waved his hands again and again: "This remark has passed. If you want to talk about pillars, in the future or one day, you will all be..." "... Tianzui will definitely not be able to become a pillar," Hang Tianzui spread his hands, "Tianzui is fortunate to be a painting carved by Liangdong, this life is enough." Having said that, he picked up the tea pot, and with all his strength, he unscrewed the wax-sealed lid, and a fragrant tea smell came to his nostrils.Zhao Jike, who was standing nearby, was suddenly stunned by a spell, and was speechless for a while. "How?" Hang Tianzui asked Zhao Jike with a smile after returning from the feeling of self-pity. At this time, the entire audience was filled with the inexplicable fragrance of the strange herb.Hang Tianzui hastily went to close the windows and doors, shouting: "Quickly close the doors and windows, don't let this real fragrance fade away." Old Mr. Zhao also put his nose close to the tea pot, and couldn't help but said with emotion: "I have drank tea all my life, and today I just finished drinking it to the top. This is the most fragrant fragrance in heaven and earth that I have never smelled in my life." After the doors and windows were closed, the room was naturally much darker.In the dark sky, the tables and chairs of the Ming Dynasty glowed with solemn, solemn and exquisite black light. At this moment, the armrests, the table top, and the backrest all receded faintly into the depths. The banners uploaded by Zhao Jiazu still had a dim old light, and the words "Hanging Pot to Help the World" on it also seemed blurred.The old and the young sat quietly under it, so moved and fascinated by the true qi of the atmosphere, as if their souls were taken away, they couldn't say a word. "What kind of fragrance is it? Orchid fragrance? Bean flower fragrance? Why is there still a milky smell? It smells good, it smells good!" Zhao Jike moved his nose vigorously and said, "No wonder Zhang Zongzi couldn't drink tea after the country was ruined and his family was destroyed. Go to the door of the tea shop to smell the fragrance of tea. I thought it was the pedantry of the old and young in the late Ming Dynasty, but now I know that the fragrance of tea is such a person. Maybe one day, I will go to a place to smell the fragrance of tea. !" This was the most tender sentence that Hang Tianzui heard from Zhao Jike today.Although Zhao Jike still said it in a joking tone, Hang Tianzui still remembered it. After the three of them opened the window again, Mr. Zhao took out two pastel tureen teacups, and carefully took out some tea leaves with a spoon. Seeing that Longjing was flat, slightly wider, and the surrounding area was brown beige, he praised: "After all It's the Longjing Tea from Wangyou Tea House, it's authentic. But how can the tea sold under the Longjing brand in the surrounding counties be of such quality?" "As expected of an expert, the old man is an outsider, who doesn't know the authenticity, and thinks that the green and slender one is Longjing, but he doesn't know that the real Longjing film is yellowish and slightly wider." Zhao Jike saw that Hang Tianzui wanted to boil the teacup with the hot water that the servant had just delivered, and said, "Tianzui, I got your relic from the previous dynasty, and I will give you a treasure as well. " Mr. Zhao and Tianzui couldn't help wondering: This person always likes the new and dislikes the old.Tianzui asked, "If you give me Gong Dingan's poems and essays, I don't want them. I have them in my bookcase." "If you don't want this treasure, I'll climb upside down three times in the city of Hangzhou." While talking, Zhao Jike jumped into the garden in three steps and two steps, picked up a purple sand pot that was placed on the stone bench when he was practicing martial arts just now, lifted the lid, threw out the tea dregs vigorously, and carried it back to the house .Said: "It's better to come early than to come by coincidence. You have met it. Let's see what style it is?" He turned the pot upside down at once, exposing the bottom of the pot. When Mr. Zhao and Hang Tianzui saw each other, they said in unison: "Mansheng Pot! Baby, why did you pick up this good thing?" Sure enough, the bottom of the pot has the imprint of "Amantuo Room".Tianzui was suspicious, and said, "I'm afraid it's not a fake?" Zhao Jike sneered and said, "Look at the money on the handle of the pot again!" Sure enough, with the word "Peng Nian" pulling the footprints, Tianzui really believed it, but he was too embarrassed to take it, so he handed it over to Zhao Qihuang.He knew that in the eyes of Hangzhou people, whoever hid a Mansheng pot would be noble. Mansheng is actually the name of Chen Hongshou (1768-1822), a person from Qiantang. Eight Western price masters are Ding Jing, Jiang Ren, Huang Yi, Xi Gang, Chen Yuzhong, Chen Hongshou, Zhao Zhishen, and Qian Song. They gathered in Hangzhou to create seal cutting. In the style of the Zhongzhe School, Mansheng occupies a place, and can be called a master of gold and stone.He was a magistrate in Liyang County, and he met brothers and sisters Yang Pengnian, a famous maker of pots in Yixing. They made eighteen kinds of pots, wrote inscriptions, designed by famous masters, handwritten them, and made them by craftsmen. They are known as "Eighteen Styles of Mansheng" in the world . The pot that Zhao Jike got is a square pot with a pear-colored skin. The pot is engraved with: "The inside is clear and bright, and the outside is straight and square. I will store it with you." Tian Zui was greedy for the pot, but he humbly said in his mouth: "Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it, this ceremony is really too heavy." Zhao Qihuang rubbed the body of the pot back and forth with two experienced hands, and said, "Where is it, this pot is worthwhile with your blue and white square jar." It can be seen that this old gentleman has always been generous, and now he has to bear the pain to give up his love.He stared at the pot but asked his son: "Sender, why didn't I know that you have such a thing?" Zhao Jike said disapprovingly, "Where do I have such a treasure? I went to Baiyun Nunnery to practice martial arts yesterday, and I saw a banner man at the foot of Nanping Mountain. He was devastated and gentle. Seeing me, he secretly took out this pot and said it was passed down from generation to generation. Yes, but I don’t know whether it’s good or bad. I dare not sell it in the city, for fear of losing face. He only wants twenty taels of silver. I’ll give him thirty taels. Alas, I’m afraid he’ll just throw it on opium today. I thought, why not buy it and give it to Brother Tianzui, it's better than living in the hands of these prodigal sons. If my father likes it, I will buy another one next time." Tianzui whispered: "Think of it as buying cabbage, a handful today and a bundle tomorrow. You bought it for thirty taels yesterday, but you have nowhere to look for it for three hundred taels tomorrow!" Zhao Jike smiled lightly: "Things outside the body are nothing to worry about. You are too obsessed with these trivial tricks, so you take it as seriously as Mount Tai." But Mr. Zhao heard these words, and seemed to be referring to something, so he suddenly smiled and said: "What the guest said is absolutely true. Returning things to their owners is like a good horse has Bole, and a good horse has Bianhe. This man lives Pot, one day drunk to hide, I think it is the most suitable." After Tianzui heard this, he couldn't bear to pretend to be a gentleman any longer. He took the pot from Mr. Zhao's hands modestly but firmly, put it carefully in the basin, rinsed it with a pot of boiling water, and took it out again. Wipe the handkerchief carefully, and complain about Zhao Jike while operating: "Brother Jike, you are so brave. You actually put this ancient famous pot with a gun and a stick on the martial arts field. What a mistake, how do you explain it?" Zhao Zhike ignored his tricks, took out the pot and shook it back and forth a few times, put it on the table, poured a spoonful of new tea, and said, "Don't play with me anymore. A cup of tea, I haven't eaten it until now. catchy!" Even if Hang Tianzui yearns for the happy world that his father Hang Jiuzhai once led him into, he is unwilling and impossible to become Hang Jiuzhai's second.The era of enjoying tea among flowers is gone forever. After the First Sino-Japanese War, the ruling and opposition parties were shaken.The reformers believe that non-reform is not enough to save the country and survive.To save the nation and survive, it starts with education—Chinese learning as the body, Western learning as the application, and it becomes a new trend in the academic world for a while.Hang Tianzui and Zhao Jike's bole, Lin Qi, the prefect of Hangzhou, was precisely at this time, the chief executive who was equivalent to the mayor of Hangzhou, opened and served as the head of three universities in just three years. "Principal"—they are Silkworm School, Yangzheng School, and Qiushi Academy. The two sons of Yuhang and Zhao entered the school successively, and most of them were the pillars of talents who are known as Jingtianweidi in the world: for example, Chen Duxiu, the founder of the Communist Party of China, enrolled in 1898 and left after being hunted down by the Qing court in 1901; for example, Lin Yinmin, the seventy-two martyrs of Huanghuagang One: Zhou Chengyan, the commander-in-chief of the recovery of Zhejiang during the Revolution of 1911; He Leihou, the president of Peking University; Jiang Baili, the president of Baoding Military Academy and the Kuomintang Army University; Xu Shoushang, a writer; Shao Piaoping, an early Chinese journalist; Lin Qi's running of the school was actually a reform, and he did not want revolution.When he was alive, he once replanted hundreds of plum trees for Gushan. In the spring of Gengzi year, the poem said: "Leave a seat for my famous mountain, and watch people sail across the sea." After his death, he was buried in Gushan.But he never thought that the first example he saw was not the ups and downs in the officialdom, but the yellow storm of transforming China caused by the students he selected. The 100-day reform failed, it was August, and there were many dropouts. Lin Ouchu locked his only son at home, and even begged and coaxed him to drop out of school.Weeping and said: "Little ancestor, did the queen mother get it wrong? She changed her law all day long, as if there was no one on the emperor's head. It's all right now, your head fell, and you are safe and sound! Come back Learn to do business. On the prefect's side, I'll go and get an answer." At the same time, I asked the pinch to weigh a few catties of the best Mingqian tea, called the sedan chair, and was about to go out. Hang Tianzui, the last generation of literati in China at the end of the last century, is being stirred up by the romantic passion of revolution, and the word "business" is the last word he can't hear.Seeing that his mother was really about to go out, he threatened loudly in the locked room: "Mom, if you drop out of school at the prefect Lin, I'll hit you right here and die!" Lin Ouchu was so angry that he sat in the sedan chair, unable to walk or get off, and kept scolding: "You short-lived ancestor, you want me to kneel down and beg you? You study for three days and go fishing for two days. Tianshai.com, the day before yesterday someone was impatient to read and was expelled, you said the expulsion was good, it was convenient for everyone, and you said you would follow him, why are you not following after everyone has dropped out of school now?" Hang Tianzui jumped in the room: "Who said everyone dropped out of school? Who said everyone dropped out of school? Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and Wanmuchun is in front of the sick tree. We are the dry sail, and the ten thousand trees If China does not reform, it will be a sunken boat full of holes, and it will be a half-dead sick tree. I say that the reform is not enough, a revolution is needed, expel the captives, and restore China—” Lin Ouchu was so frightened that he screamed: "My living ancestor, you are going to kill the whole family of the Hang family! I will not go, I will not go, I beg you, little master, please shut up quickly, so that I don't get hurt. Cut him to pieces, Caishikou beheaded, what a crime!" The proprietress of Wangyou Tea House wanted to cry, but she didn't dare, for fear of disturbing more people and creating disputes.Fortunately, the courtyard was deep, so I hurriedly called out to close the gate, took a few steps, then turned back and said, "Here comes the iron head." of blanks.Lin Ouchu complained bitterly in his heart.This Zhao Jike was obsessed, chattering in front of Tianzui all day long, so that she, the precious only child, no longer even wanted to drink a cup of hot tea.It's in the way of old Mr. Zhao's face, and it's not easy to tear up his face to offend him.Just as he didn't know what to do, the living enemy called again from inside the room: "Brother Jike, brother Jike, look at my mother who has turned my Wangyoulou Mansion into a prison, and wants to take me to the yamen like Tan Sitong. go in!" When Lin Ouchu heard this, Ding Dingdang was so angry that he pulled down the key from the jacket on his waist, and threw it to Zhao Jike who came hurriedly, and said, "I can't control you anymore, let your brother Jike take care of you." !" As he spoke, he sat on the stone drum bench next to the clump of square bamboo in the garden and shed tears. That Zhao Jike is also a thief who doesn't know his age. He raised his hand and Bo Pu took the key and said, "Don't worry, Auntie. With Zhao Jike here, Tianzui won't be able to enter the vegetable market." After finishing speaking, he went straight to open it. door. Hang Tianzui was in the house so anxious that it was on fire, when he saw Zhao Jike coming, he seemed to be pouring a basin of water, but he was not in a hurry, turned around and lay down on the beauty couch he specially moved from his mother's room, stretched out After stretching his two long legs, he let out a long sigh: "Hey, this time, I'm afraid it's over." "Why are you sighing, it's not time for you to cry yet!" The guest picked up the Mansheng pot and sucked violently on the spout.Hang Tianzui wanted to snatch it back, thinking that he had dirty the mouth of the pot, but then thinking that it was originally his, he got up and fell down again. "I heard that the academy's order to expand the number of students has been withdrawn, and the construction equipment that the Supervisory Academy borrowed in advance is more than 6,000 yuan. I don't know where to raise it!" "Worrying about it, what kind of character is Mr. Lin, who would ignore the academy he founded?" "Master Lin is probably too busy to take care of himself right now." "Alright, let these royalists clear their minds." Zhao Jike clenched his fists with his hands on his knees, and sat on the grand master's chair with his back straight, "The Qing Dynasty should have collapsed, so why do you just trust one or two emperors? " Hang Tianzui was excited for a while, but now he was a little tired, so he covered his eyes, looked at the beam from the corner of his eye, and said, "Send guest, I'm afraid we didn't do it for nothing. They are just trying to coax you to sing." On the stage, we are like mustard seeds in the world, if we participate or not, what can we do to influence the overall situation?" Seeing Hang Tianzui bring out that dejected face again, Zhao Jike hastily pointed his hand: "Stop, I don't want to hear you say these sour words about pretending to be Lao Zhuang and not being able to dream of butterflies. I didn't come here to listen to you. In theory, have you heard the big news in the city today?" When Hang Tianzui heard it, he immediately jumped up, opened his drunken eyes wide, and asked, "What news? Today I was locked up by my mother for a whole half a day, and my heart was dull, and I was about to get some news to stimulate my excitement." , tell me quickly!" Zhao Jike then pulled Hang Tianzui out: "Let's go to Sanya Garden to drink tea. Those old tea customer factories are waiting for the young owner of Wangyou Tea House to read "Declaration"." "When is it, do you still have the mind to read the newspaper?" "Man, go and stay in Kunlun, the sky is falling and the earth is falling, and you don't change your face. What to do, what to do. Going to the teahouse to read the newspaper was agreed by the colleagues of the Lizhi Club. Do you want to make an exception?" "Little brother dare not." Tianzui hastily raised his hand, "I've spent the past half a day, just to let the wind go. But why do you use any news to seduce me?" "It's really news. There's a singer from Sanyayuan who sings Hangtan, who can sing in the Three Kingdoms. His surname is Duan. Don't you want to meet him?" When Tianzui heard this, his brows and eyes melted immediately, and he said repeatedly: "Go! Go! Could it be that Mr. Duan brought back Hongshan'er when we were young? Why didn't you tell me about such a good thing?" Zhao Jike shook his head again and again, and said, "You are the only one. In the end, the only way to deal with it is to use the method of the young master. I am just teasing you. It depends on whether you are sincere or not. Where is Mr. Duan?" "Go and have a look, just in case you run into it!" Tianzui took three steps at a time, jumped out the door, and was so anxious that his mother followed behind and asked, "Little ancestor, where are you going to die?" "Isn't this going to the Yamen to surrender?" Tianzui deliberately angered his mother. "Take it, go, and go to prison!" Lin Ouchu ordered, crying again, and said to Zhao Zhike, "Sender, you are also a treasure, so don't cause trouble outside. Your father is old, your mother You came to me to shed tears the day before yesterday." Zhao Jike hurriedly covered his ears and walked out. What he couldn't hear the most in his life was the nonsense of this mother-in-law. On that day, the Sanya Garden, where Zhao Jike wanted to drag Hang Tianzui, was a famous teahouse in Hangzhou during the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.Just today's Liu Langwen writes, it is not far from the former Wangyou Tea House.In recent years, Longxing Teahouse, which was replaced by Wangyou Teahouse, has been in decline, and few people care about it. Sanya Garden has risen to replace it.The owner, Wang Amao, is very leathery. Han youths, officers and soldiers of the banner battalion, carrying cages and carrying birds, love to come here for elegant gatherings.Zhao Jike and other students also took the opportunity to regard this place as a den for "gathering crowds to make trouble". Chinese teahouses can also be regarded as unique in the world.It is a salon and an exchange; it is a restaurant and a bird club; it is a theater and a court; It is also the eyes and ears of inquisitors and detectives; it is the battlefield of hooligans and the meeting place of lovers; it is also the pawn shop of the poor.As for the teahouses in the south of the Yangtze River, the Hangzhou-centered Hangjiahu Plain is the best.A city of autumn tea talks about the king of Yue, which also shows that people in the tea industry have different opinions.At the beginning, Qiushi Academy established the Inspirational Club, and the discussions were nothing more than reading, discussing, writing poems, painting and other things that scholars often do. They went to teahouses to read newspapers and discuss current affairs. Hang Tianzui was the first to advocate.He came up with this idea on a whim, and at that time someone laughed and said, "Brother Tianzui is really innovative, and his business is balanced. He went to the teahouse to read newspapers, became popular in the market, and sold tea. Why not do it?" It turns out that Sanya Garden also exclusively sells tea from Wangyou Tea House, and they have had business dealings with the Hang family.Hang Tianzui blushed, and said, "This is not something I created. There is a reference. "Hangzhou Fu Zhi" records: In March of the 21st year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty (1542), there was a surname Li Zhe suddenly opened a tea house, and the drinkers gathered there, and he got a lot of money, which was effective far and near. More than 50 tea houses were opened in ten months. Today, there are more than 800 tea houses in the city, and each tea house has a storyteller. It’s all about Shuichi, Three Kingdoms, Yue Chuan, and Shi Gongan.” Seeing that Hang Tianzui was serious, everyone laughed and came to smooth things over: "Brother Tianzui, why did you drop your book bag? People in Hangzhou drink tea and discuss things, and it doesn't start with you. Which one of us didn't watch it since we were young?" This statement is true. In such a big China, Hangzhou can be regarded as a place where tea events flourish.In the Southern Song Dynasty, some people said that "we sell exotic tea and soup in four seasons, and add Qibao Leicha in winter".At that time, there were many tea houses in Hangzhou and they were exquisite and beautiful.The literati, the children of nobles come and go here, and there are still paintings and calligraphy of famous people hanging in the tea house.In this way, the talented scholars of Qiushi Academy don't have to regret that their teachers have no reputation. Originally, scholars in the Song Dynasty did this.But at that time, the ancestors were still prostitutes in tea houses, so there were both tea houses and brothels.On this point, the students of Qiushi Academy have established a rule that they can't do it. If anyone dares to make fun of a brothel girl while reading a newspaper, he will be expelled immediately.Zhao Jike repeatedly told Tianzui about this, and Tianzui turned pale with anger, and said, "How do you still treat me as a scholar, you clearly treat me as a prostitute." Zhao Jike said with a smile: "I think you are a flirt, if you don't make an agreement with you in advance, you may fall into some girl's arms!" Hang Tianzui was so angry that he stomped his feet again, his lips trembling: "The word romantic, can it be compared with obscenity? Look at me, have I ever had a relationship with a prostitute?" "Well, who knows? It won't be published in Huajian Daily." Another person laughed, but Zhao Jike stopped him quickly and said: "You can't be wronged by Tianzui, Tianzui is innocent , never deviant." The crowd laughed again, and then they discussed drawing lots to determine who would go to the teahouse to read the newspaper every Sunday.Hang Tianzui was still very interested, but after being ridiculed by everyone for doing business and looking for women, he was disappointed.He was originally a fanciful impromptu person, if he really wanted to do it step by step, he would get bored a lot.Wanting to back down, he kept his mouth full and couldn't find an excuse, so he was shut up by Zhao Jike: "Don't give me any more troubles. The idea is yours, and you have to participate in life or death. I will fight with you anyway." Just a group to embolden you as a prostitute." "What kind of protection is it? It's just my prison boss." Hang Tianzui laughed.With Zhao Jike accompanying him to the teahouse, he will not worry about being bored.