Chapter 64 Chapter One

The swallow's title will go to the spring, and the screen window will have a few bursts of yellow plum rain. It rained heavily last night, and today is sunny, but Weng Caicha, the granddaughter of Wengjiashan old revolutionaries and old poor peasants, is still sitting at the window and feeling sad.The light from the sky shines through the window and hits her bangs that shine even without oil. After three generations of optimization, her eyes are no longer so bulging. Although there is still a little dullness of her great-grandfather when gazing at the spring, she is simple and honest. As soon as the corners of her mouth grinned and her strong white teeth were revealed, she herself would be completely ejected from the shell of her ancestors, and she would be like a ball of fresh tea blooming outside the window, splashing vitality everywhere.What's more, she is neither a new shoot like a rice grain just bursting out, nor an old leaf with green branches forming a shade. She is the high-quality Longjing with one bud and one leaf shaped like a tongue before and after Qingming.

Xiaozhuo was behind the door in the corner of the front hall, busy with tea storage, holding a lime bag in his hand, complaining to her: "Why are you in a daze? I don't know how to help me." Putting his tea-picking handle under Fang Fang's forehead, he said disrespectfully, "You know it yourself!" The little group pushed the big-mouthed and small-bellied Longjing altar and stared at the granddaughter angrily. At this time, the expressions of the grandparent and grandson were strangely similar because of their blood relationship.Picking tea was brought up by his side. He just went to the guest house on Hubin Road in the city to boil water for the boiler, and the registered permanent residence is still in the country, so there are five people and six people.The little group was very dissatisfied, coughed majestically, and said: "Everyone is coming, and you haven't recovered your mind yet."

"I also said how nice they are, and I don't even look at what time it is!" The granddaughter turned her head and glanced at the chiming clock on the table of the Eight Immortals.After the land reform, the Hang family gave the clock to a small group. It was already twelve o'clock at noon, but the Hang family said it would arrive at ten o'clock.Xiaozhuo looked at a table of cold dishes annoyedly, and then stared at his granddaughter. He couldn't talk to her more and more, although he also knew that today was a blind date, and the Hang family shouldn't be late. "Isn't it okay to give you some time? Let's pack the lime bag!" Xiaozhuo couldn't think of any words to explain this major mistake of the Hang family, so he had to change the subject.Picking tea lazily walked to Grandpa's side and began to help with the work.

There is not much work, a Longjing altar is no more than half a meter high, with a fat belly, and it stores 13 catties of tea, plus four catties of quicklime.Xiaozhuo’s family hasn’t had that much tea for many years, how many catties can they pick from their own land?This year's recruiting and scratching, I collected five or six catties, and I dare not let the team find out.The country has strict regulations, no more than one catty can be mailed, no more than two catties can be given away, and each person can only leave half to one catty of private tea.Although a small group are old revolutionaries, they have left the party; although they are old poor peasants, they are entwined with the capitalists in the cities.So he hid behind the door, not wanting the team to find his Longjing altar, which can hold 13 catties of tea. Dissatisfied, some simply threw the tea pots in the corner outside the house.You think, there is no tea, what tea jar do you need?

The tea altar with a handful was picked up from the back of the courtyard, so it needs to be baked well.A handful of people have done this work in Wangyou Tea House for decades. After "disarmament and return to the fields", I worked for the team, and my skills were rough.Today, it's itchy, and I put in a lot of thought to "fine" it again. He asked the tea pickers to put quicklime in paper bags and cover them with cloth bags.The tea has been wrapped in two layers of kraft paper in advance, one bag per catty, and placed on the low table next to it.Then, he started to bake the altar for the third time.

For the drying altar of Longjing tea, you first need two things: a lead wire hanging basket, filled with red-hot charcoal, hung on the bottom of the altar with three lead wires, baked for about ten minutes, then took it out;For the five or six catties of tea, the small group has been busy all morning.He deliberately wanted to leave the third baking altar to the Hang family. He knew that Hang Jiahe would bring his nephews and grandchildren today, so he wanted to create a warm and nostalgic atmosphere. In the tongue, the things about the children and grandchildren are given. Now the tea altar has been cold twice, and there is no one in sight.Seeing that the tea altar is exhausted, if you don't bake the altar, all previous efforts will be wasted.He had to turn on the charcoal again, wondering: his boss, Hang Jiahe, had always been a punctual person. He often used the character of the tea sage Lu Yu as an example, saying: Believe in people, even though the ice and snow are thousands of miles away, and tigers and wolves are in power, don't think about it.The word "punishment" was specifically explained by the owner, which means delay.It was "punished" today, presumably there must be a reason.

Grandparents and grandchildren, each thinking of his own.The tea picker, who was already working as a temporary worker in the guest house in the city, didn't take his grandfather's actions so seriously--baking the altar three times, Kung Lao, is it worth it? Weng Caicha, a tea-picking girl, has her troubles: first, she wants to have an urban hukou but cannot; she.This Hang Brown doesn't seem to have tea or let them go. He has been familiar with him since he was a child.She had never met him before. She only knew that this man had been living in the big forest where the ethnic minority godfather lived in Yunnan. He returned to Hangzhou in his early twenties and had no job.What is the difference between shoveling coal ash in the briquette shop for the time being and burning boiler water in the guest house?Grandpa said that he is very good, he has a city hukou, he is a family friend, and he is a model.In short, it was a match made in heaven for him.

She rushed to Meijiawu, where her grandmother was originally from, and her father was the son-in-law there, and the whole family settled there, leaving her only to Wengjiashan's grandfather.Now it's a lifelong event, and parents don't care!Of course, the parents are in charge. They were relieved when they heard about the marriage, and said, "Grandma Jicao's house has a small yard. How good would it be if she married into the city! Your grandfather's mistake was made before the land reform." Home, the poor peasants have turned into poor peasants, and we have all become rural household registrations. Although you are now a temporary worker, when will you be able to become a regular worker?"

Weng Caicha said excitedly: "It's not like you don't know that Auntie Jicao's husband is still in prison!" His parents listened, stayed for a while, closed the door, and said, "Didn't you say that you were wronged? She can't die. Admit it, only say that you are a member of the Communist Party, and you are suing all day long." Weng Caicha curled his lips, after all, he stayed in the city for two months, and the leaders often went there for meetings, and the tea was poured for them for seventy or eighty times, so he had seen the world.She said: "Sue? It's useless to sue for a hundred years. Sue back and forth, isn't it fifteen years?"

The tea picker counted with her fingers, and the fifteen years had come, so she said, "Oh, it doesn't matter if he is wronged or not, anyway, you still have seven or eight brothers and sisters, and everyone else can marry workers." Class poor and lower-middle peasants." Weng Caicha was very aggrieved and said, "Why do you let people marry good people and let me be the wife of reform-through-labor prisoners?" The parents were silent for a while, and said: "Your brothers and sisters were going to starve to death in six years. You all went through the famine at Yangbatou. The Hang family saved our lives. Have you forgotten?"

"There are several sisters, why do you insist on picking on me?" The parents said: "You have figured out the tea picking. It's not that we picked you, but your grandfather picked you. You were raised by your grandfather. It's not because of your grandfather that you can go to the city to work this time." Card head? You should think about his benefits to you." Weng Caicha came back silently.She knows that her parents are not very close to her.The family had too many daughters, and that year they were going to give her to someone in the mountains in southern Zhejiang. Grandpa was about to leave. He went to the Hang’s house in the city to beg for milk powder and condensed milk every three days. He brought up this little life, and now he has to pay back . It was the rainy season, and she agreed to her grandfather sadly, but she was very unbalanced.There is something in the stomach, and the hands and feet are messed up. The small group carefully put the six bags of tea against the wall of the altar, and reached out to get the lime bag.Unexpectedly, the lime bag fell apart before it was received.A small group of people have been with Jiahe for decades, and those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black, and they are most unlikely to do things sloppy.At this time, he immediately protected the tea pot, stared at his granddaughter and called out: "What's so good about the Shaoxing guy? I can't let you eat like this!" The granddaughter burst into tears and said, "He is the People's Liberation Army!" It turned out that the person my little sister introduced to Picking Tea was a Shaoxing native who was working in front of the provincial military region. The little group scolded again: "If you take off your military uniform, you're still not a commoner!" "He will get bigger and bigger!" Weng Caicha shouted aggressively. "Shout!" Grandpa asked in amazement and contempt, "How do you know that he will rise up and become bigger and bigger, and you are his leader?" "I can tell!" "When have you seen him?" Grandpa put down the tea pot, with black beads protruding like a big angry frog. "I've seen it in pictures." Xiaozhuo stretched out his hand: "Show me." Weng Caicha instinctively protected the pocket of his vest and said, "I won't show it to you!" Seeing this, grandpa said, "I don't see it going anywhere." "You are reactionary, dare you say that the People's Liberation Army is not much better!" Xiaozhuo was taken aback, and quickly "poohed" to show that what he said just now had been "poohed" by him, and stammered: "I mean appearance, appearance, appearance is not so good, where is it going?" !" These words touched the heart of the tea-picking girl.In fact, if the PLA uncle in the two-inch photo hadn't been so heroic, she, Weng Caicha, wouldn't have been tempted.She came and went, not because of the handsome young man who was a soldier in Shaoxing.Since she was a child, she grew up among such a group of black-faced folks with protruding gums and bulging brows. When she saw this handsome face in military uniform, she sighed loudly in her heart. He fell from the sky and smashed his head into her heart, so she must not allow Grandpa to belittle him, so she screamed: "I tell you, he was born just like—" She couldn't think for a moment that her ideal person should be like Who, suddenly his eyes lit up, said: "He looks like Premier Zhou." The grandfather was stunned at first, then he came to his senses and said angrily: "Take it back, take it back, you take it back! Who is Premier Zhou, ah, who is Premier Zhou? What do you know? Have you met Premier Zhou? He is God, I saw him twice in Meijiawu, and when Premier Zhou stood up, who else could see him? The light was covered, and I looked around, and he was the only one." When picking tea, I was stunned by my grandfather.When she was in the guest house, she often heard people say that Premier Zhou was one of the four most beautiful men, and she didn't know which other "three big men".But she has seen photos of Premier Zhou talking with Shen Shunzhao, an expert tea picker.She admits that Premier Zhou is a handsome man, but she thinks that the People's Liberation Army in her vest is also a handsome man. "He just looks like Premier Zhou." She resisted, but her tone softened a lot. "Who is like Premier Zhou, who is like Premier Zhou?" A little girl jumped in and said while jumping, "Grandpa, hurry up and feed us, we are all hungry!" As soon as the words fell, two young men accompanied an old man into the house.The old man clasped his fists and said, "It's late, it's late..." The boy with glasses on the left said: "Blame me, blame me, something happened at school, so I was delayed." Knowing him by picking tea, Jiahe's grandson Hang Decha.Then the person on the right is "he".Weng Caicha was a little at a loss, a little helpless, a little nervous, and a little shy. He gritted his teeth and raised his head.The man laughed, pointed at her and said, "It's you!" Weng Caicha only heard another "vomit" in his ears, another sun fell down, and in an instant, the previous sun was smashed without a trace, and it was wiped out. Hang Brown grew up in the remote southwest forest, and Xiao Bangcheng single-handedly pulled him into a young man who could chase girls.He was singing love songs under the big tea tree and became famous in the mountains and forests for dozens of miles around. His mother asked him to go back to Hangzhou.He can't stay in the forest forever, his registered permanent residence is in Hangzhou. As soon as he returned home, he miraculously and swiftly made a group of wine and meat friends. He killed all the hens that Jicao raised quietly, and ate and drank for three days without festival.Old women with small feet in the residential area took turns to scout——Brown treats everyone equally, loves drinking and singing, what is life like?Pass a piece of chicken to each person.Finally, the meat was gone, so I took out a big pot, said it was chicken soup, and brought it to the wrinkled lips of the old women.At that time, some frontier films were playing: "Five Golden Flowers", "Jingpo Girl", "The Bell Rings in the Mountains and the Caravan Comes to Divination". Junior high school student is even more handsome than Ah Peng in "Five Golden Flowers". The old women almost think that he came back from the white cloth where the movie was shown.When they came home with their glossy lips, they decided to turn a blind eye to this violation of socialist life. It was an expedient measure to put Brown in Xishuangbanna.One is that little Bonwe misses his adoptive son too much, and the other is that Luo Li suddenly went to prison, so Brown's background has become a big problem.For this reason, the whole family discussed this matter, and no one asked Ji Cao to divorce, because no one thought that Luo Li would never return home after leaving. Luo Li joined the CCP’s underground party organization after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. During the Huaihai Campaign, he successfully instigated rebellion in the Kuomintang army to which he belonged. After being incorporated, Luo Li was proud of himself. When he entered Hangzhou, He is also one of the recipients.He didn't expect that he couldn't find his party introducer during the eradication of counter-revolutionaries-he said he died, and they had a one-way connection.Originally, this incident was not enough to send him to prison for fifteen years.The problem is that this man from the Northeast has a big temper and can't bear to be wronged. His interrogator was just defrauding him, but he couldn't hear it and jumped into a rage. As a result, he offended his superiors and handcuffed him.Unexpectedly, as soon as he was handcuffed in, his whole body was full of mouths and he couldn't speak clearly.Luo Li refused to admit it again, and the Hang family members outside the prison were anxious. Someone suggested that he might as well confess it first, or that the sentence could be given a lighter sentence.Ji Cao said: "He is really an underground party. I know better than anyone else that he is an underground party." Foreign language, and an old revolutionary, the country wants to send him abroad as a diplomat.What happened to him and Rowley was very different.He was very concerned about his old friend's problems, so he asked Ji Cao: "Do you have any evidence that Luo Li is a member of the Communist Party? Has he told you? Have you participated in his organization activities?" Ji Cao was dumbfounded and pointed to his heart Said: "I use my heart to prove that he is a revolutionary, he is a Communist Party." Yang Zhen sighed and shook his head and said: "How can you explain the problem with your heart?" Sending grass became popular, pointing at his nose and cursing: "Yang Zhen, you are ungrateful. You communists don't act according to your conscience. What the hell are we going to do with you?" The eldest brother Jiahe hurriedly stopped sending grass and said, "It's not Yang Zhen. Luo Li doesn't know what to do now." It’s true, at that time when counter-revolutionaries were being suppressed, no one stopped them, and if they said they would be shot, they would be shot. Luo Li’s life was really saved by Yang Zhen’s words. Before Yang Zhen left, he went to see her once, but the "carrying" of the grass was not clear, and he didn't think about the kind of friendship that Yang Zhen came to see her at this time.The words were thrown back heavily, saying, why are you still here, I am a member of the counter-revolutionary family.Yang Zhen shook his head and smiled wryly, wanting to tell her what the rectification movement and eradication of counter-revolutionaries were during the Yan'an period, and he also wanted to explain this clearly to Ji Cao.The two looked at each other face to face, and the grass tears were seen. She thought, Yang Zhen was no longer the young man lying in the rotten bed and looking up at the night sky longing for communism. The feeling is gone now.Yang Zhen didn't understand women's complex feelings of right and wrong, and thought that Jicao was crying, so he comforted her, saying that such a big revolution would turn the world upside down, and there would be accidental injuries. it is good.For example, after Yang Zhen came here from Shanghai, he also checked when he was in Yan'an. If it weren't for the conservation meeting and the posting of the certificate, he might have to hang it up. Isn't it almost the same as Luo Li.Luo Li just has too much temper, which is not good. He must be patient with the organization, trust the organization, actively cooperate, and really investigate the matter clearly.Hearing these words made his ears callous, and he retorted, saying, what would you do if you encountered such a bad thing?After Yang Zhen heard this, he suddenly smiled and said, "If there is such a day, I'm afraid only people like you will come to see me." What he said brought the distance between them closer. Luo Li was also unlucky, as he couldn't find his identity certificate.The more he couldn't find it, the more furious he became, and he was not honest at all in prison, so the sentence was severer.At this point, the Hang family are all dumbfounded.The second elder brother, Hang Jiaping, was the most sober and pragmatic. He first saw how a mother and child should live outside the prison, so he proposed to change Little Brown's surname from Luo to Hang. "This is a practical issue," said Hang Jiaping, who is already a member of the provincial CPPCC. "His surname is Luo, and many people will ask him, where is Luo's father? So it is better to let him be surnamed Hang. In the new society, men and women are equal." , surnamed mother's surname, is also very normal." Everyone has no objection to the surname change.Fang Xichuan's son, Yue'er, changed his surname twice.Originally following his father's surname Li, Li Feihuang became a traitor. Fang Xichuan left him and went to the United States, entrusting his son to his ex-husband Hang Jiahe, and Yueer changed his surname to Fang.The Communist Party came to power, re-registered, and Fang Yue, who was adopted as Jiahe's adoptive son, officially took the surname Hang, Hang Fangyue, and everyone called him fluently. Brown's surname was changed to Hang, but there is still a father problem with Luo's surname.So Ji Cao simply gritted his teeth and let Xiao Bangcheng take him away.Jiangnan and Yunnan are really far apart. Others say that Jicao is cruel, and only Jiahe supports her sister.He said: "Isn't there still winter and summer vacation? I will be back in a blink of an eye." Fifteen years passed in the blink of an eye, and no matter how badly "reactionary officer" Luo Li behaved, he still served his sentence.The authorities let him stay in the labor camp, which, in the eyes of outsiders, was no different from labor reform.Only then did Ji Cao make up his mind, and Little Brown finally returned to his hometown after a long absence.His uncle introduced him to temporarily shovel coal ash in a briquette shop, which was a bit of a waste of energy, but this kind of dark life made Little Brown really suffocated, and he couldn't talk to his mother after work. Going to middle school.He found out that the relatives in Jiangnan City are different from the people in Dachashu's hometown. For example, all the people in the Hang family have their own lives. They like him, but they don't have the habit of rolling piles, but Little Brown has the habit of rolling piles. He is not used to being alone. Little Brown was gloomy, and leaned against the door after get off work, whistling.Within a few days, news spread in the alleys of Mashi Street: There was a young homeless man who was in heat day and night at the door of his house. A group of frustrated and unemployed young men and women came here immediately upon hearing the news.In the evening, holding his rice bowl, he stood on the pedestal in front of Little Brown's house, listening to him sing. Brown has his own love songs, which are different from the songs on "Two Hundred Foreign Folk Songs".There is a Chinese folk song that even young people can sing, it's called "Little River Flows", but what do they call it? It's like plain boiled water.Hang Brown’s singing is just singing, it’s as timeless as premium Longjing tea—— The moon comes out bright woof woof woof woof I think of my elder brother in the mountains brother like the moon walking in the sky Brother...Brother...,...Brother... The small river at the foot of the mountain is clear and leisurely Those little jaspers who walk in and out of the alleys in Hangzhou, how many of them have heard such sighing "brother, brother, brother", those three "brothers" are really thrilling, and they really want those The life of a Hangzhou girl.Who of them has the mind to go to the residential area of ​​the alley to read newspapers, study documents, and distribute rat poison with the old woman Sha Lipei who has bound feet. They are looking forward to the evening all day long, so that they can go to Hang's house to listen-brother. This time, the mothers of the Xiaojiabiyus refused to agree, and they ran to the residential area to sue Hang Brown, the little rascal, and they couldn't help but sensationally said: "Although our children are not all born in the new society, they can also live in the new society." It is said that they all grew up under the red flag. Now I go to the door of the Kuomintang reform-through-labor prisoner every day, brother and sister, who is his brother, and is a person of his background worthy of being a brother?" The old mother in the residential area suddenly felt that the problem was serious, so she called Hang Jicao, who was already pasting paper boxes in a small factory on the street, to talk.Ji Cao listened to what they had to say, and didn't argue. When he got home, he asked his son, did he do nothing but sing every day? The son said, what else can they do? They are ashamed to sing, but they want to ask them to dance. Who would dare—cowardly Han people!Boring Chinese! The mother doesn't want to tell her son that he is a Han Chinese different from others.I thought again, in fact, it's not that my son doesn't know.She said: "They said that if you really can't hold it back, you can get some revolutionary things to read like you did during the Great Leap Forward in 1958." Little Brown didn't know where to find the things that the revolutionaries could read for a while.Almost no one in the Hang family studied literature. The younger generation learned literature after a long time, but they also studied history. "Three Hundred Tang Poems" does exist, but it is not revolutionary.After rummaging through the grass, I found a tea magazine that my nephew Hang Han brought back from the Soviet Union. I accidentally found that there was a Chinese translation of a poem in the magazine. It was the Ma Yake familiar to their generation. Fowski's ladder poem. Brown read: Polar bear, deer. Eskimo—— Tea from the Tea Authority Everyone loves to drink. Even if you drink to the North Pole Also feel warm all over. "What kind of poem is that?" Brown laughed. "Okay. If you don't want me to sing Brother, I'll sing Mayakovsky Selling Tea." That night, there was a lot of noise in the courtyard of Hang's house. People who didn't know what was inside thought that the tea house had opened at the gate of Hang's house. i dare to the world oath: private company tea Too many times. Tea Management Bureau Reputable. Tea color Please brew it out and try it, the whole room, will be fragrant like flowers Thousands of reds and purples. The old ladies heard clearly now, it turned out that a tea management bureau had just been established, if you want to buy tea, you can go there.In the past few years, the state has controlled the purchase of tea, and one person can only buy half a catty, worrying about not having enough to drink. Now, there is a tea management bureau.Want a ticket?What kind of ticket do you want? I came up with a solution because I didn’t have any tickets.The old ladies didn't let the unemployed youths read any more, they anxiously leaned forward and asked, "Where is the Tea Management Bureau? I say you're a fool, where is the Tea Management Bureau?" Brown said, "The Tea Authority? The Tea Authority is in the Soviet Union!" The mothers-in-law were furious when they heard this, and made a fuss for a long time, but the Tea Management Bureau was still on Su Xiu's territory.Can this be used for singing and dancing?Can this be read aloud?Is this something that can gather young people to sing day and night?They were not sure whether this was considered a counter-revolutionary act, and they were also not sure whether there was a tea management bureau in this world.They suppressed their misgivings, and that night, they intercepted the grass mail they had just returned from middle shift, and said straight to the point: "It is said that there are big cadres in your city who know each other, so your husband is in prison. You are the guarantor. This is what you need to lead the people’s government. To be a human in the new society, think about yourself in the first half of the night, and think about others in the second half of the night.” Ji Cao said: "I do this in the new society, and I do the same in the old society." The mothers-in-law almost fainted when they heard it, and they were not sure whether it was a reactionary speech, so they could only say: "You talk like this, be careful that the police will arrest you, even if someone protects you, you will not be able to protect you." There is indeed an anecdote about the so-called "protecting you".It is said that during the time of Three Antis and Five Antis, someone exposed Hang Jicao, saying that she was originally the wife of a reactionary officer.In residential areas, we must strive to be advanced, and we are worried that we will not be able to catch a single counter-revolutionary.Inside and outside the walls and doors, large and small slogans are pasted up, telling you to "pass" through the "hall" where grass is sent.I never thought about the daughter-in-law who exposed the sending grass, and I didn't live up to it. She used to come out of the hall, and she was the head of the Kuomintang motley army. I don't know which house she is. He was beaten without a trace by the Communist Party and disappeared without a trace.This daughter-in-law married the regiment commander's orderly in a blink of an eye, and the orderly dropped his gun and became the People's Liberation Army again, and the People's Liberation Army changed jobs and became the working class.The daughter-in-law has changed from a prostitute to a working-class daughter-in-law, referred to as "worker daughter-in-law".Firstly, the daughter-in-law was eager to improve, but couldn’t find a shortcut to progress. This time, she found the living target of Jicao, and she was only ecstatic; It's because there is one less yard to enjoy the cool air in summer, so I fell in love with the house of Jicao.Jicao is the adopted daughter of Zhao Zhike, and Jicao is the heir of this small private courtyard stated in Jike's will, so Jicao has lived there since the victory of the Anti-Japanese War and returned to Hangzhou.Now this working daughter-in-law is counting on sending grass to sweep the floor so that she can enter the house.It was also because of her bad luck that when the Kuomintang was growing and the Kuomintang was short, it happened that a small group of people came to deliver tea for the grass.Seeing that Jige was fighting in the middle of the courtyard, and Bai Yu would shake his tail when he heard the worker's daughter-in-law say that the straw turned into gold bars. It seemed that Jicao, a counter-revolutionary, was doomed, and the small group couldn't help but get angry.A small number are proletarians, old party members and old revolutionaries in 1927. Although they left the party, they themselves acted as if they had not left the party.He is old and qualified, so it is inevitable that he will talk every day, and others can do nothing about him.Seeing this, he yelled, "What kind of plague god are you, and you come here to fart! The people's government believes that there is something wrong with a pheasant like you. Marrying the Kuomintang is something in the old society. If you want to marry Also marry a bright matchmaker, wife of the main house! How is it like you, how many wild wives are there, I can't count by myself." These words frightened the men and women present, and the wife-in-law screamed and fell down on the spot. It was also God's blessing that at this moment, someone in Beijing made a statement saying that Comrade Hang Jicao had participated in revolutionary work as early as the Anti-Japanese War. He not only saved the underground party, but also covered and escorted many revolutionary comrades and martyr orphans. Comrade Jicao is a hero of the revolution, and has nothing to do with her husband, Comrade Hang Jicao can't. At that time, Yang Zhen was still popular in Beijing.Therefore, Hangjicao was not defeated in the three-anti-five-anti campaign.It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. After waiting for more than ten years, this daughter-in-law finally got her chance. It is said that activists in those few streets stopped sending grass, and the wife of the worker gave a wink, and everyone came back to their senses and said, "Nurse Hang, you should weigh your weight. No matter what your Brown talks, you shouldn't move out." A tea management bureau from the Soviet Union is here. Don’t you intend to use revisionism to suppress our socialism?” Before the turmoil was over, a little-footed scout over there ran over and shouted, "Ah, this is terrible, Little Brown is going to set fire to the house!" "Where is it?" Everyone exclaimed. "It's still in his own yard!" The old lady yelled, pointing at the grass, "Nurse Hang, why don't you hurry back? You son of a messy father, you've been taught badly by the savages. Don't set it on fire." , burned us all in." It turned out that the happy young man Hang Brown, the original communist, the optimist who would even take off his shorts to others under the big tea tree in Xishuangbanna, how could he have so many concepts of his own and others.Uncle Hang Jiahe gave him the Dragon Well tea that he picked out specially from his mouth, and he drank it in one gulp.Right now there is nothing left to entertain his friends. They are all social youths, jobless vagrants, eating and drinking, having nothing to do all day long, and they still need to receive various educations, waiting to be sent to the countryside and frontiers. I'm so upset, I don't have a place to vent.A little Brown fell from the sky, and they sang, danced, and recited poems. In the evening, they left after sending grass to work, but they stayed behind.Little Brown is also a person who wants friends to die. Seeing that there is no Longjing tea to entertain friends, he said: "I have bamboo tube tea from Yunnan here. How about we roast it and eat it?" The girls and boys in Hangzhou had never seen tea in bamboo tubes before, and it sounded fresh, so they hurriedly said, "Take it out, take it out." "I want to drink roasted tea, but I need to light the firepit first." One girl said, "Oh Mom, isn't that summer camp?" She was so excited that even Mom called out. The group split up to look for firewood, and in a blink of an eye they came up with a lot, and the yard was on fire. Little Brown took out the bamboo tube, split it in the middle, and the tightly pressed bamboo tube tea fell out. A long black strip.Someone asked in amazement: "How do you eat this thing?" Little Brown said, "Look at me!" As he spoke, he conjured up a set of tea sets, which people around him called an old crow jar.This old crow pot has been smoked like a black crow, and it has four children, but they are just four cups as small as a ping-pong ball. Little Brown asked a girl to crush the bamboo tube tea with her hands first, put it on a plate, and then took the old crow jar to the fire to roast.Long ago, a young man volunteered to take out an earthen jar from the kitchen at home. Little Brown patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "This thing is good!" In this way, the earthen pot was filled with water and then put on a yellow fire, and the old crow pot was also roasted so that it smoked. Little Brown grabbed a handful of tea in a bamboo tube and threw it into the pot. There was a crackling sound, and the tea in the bamboo tube began to sing tremblingly. The tea has started to sing, can people not sing?The stars are starting to sing, can Huo Miaoer not sing?Little Brown looked at his friends excitedly, and looked around at this artificial village home—well, something is better than nothing!As the night falls, I miss you so much, my father, my old Bangcheng father.It is said that the hometown of tea is under the big tea tree, and it is said that the big tea tree is the ancestor of tea, so what about me, little Brown, why can't I be the descendant of the people under the big tea tree?Why did I come here and live such a suffocating life?Little Brown's throat was hard, and he would definitely be unhappy if he didn't sing.He picked up the already boiling water in the earthen pot, and the water from the Yellow River rushed straight into the old crow pot as if from the sky.With a sound of Chen La, the white smoke filled the air, as if an old demon came out of the mountain. It was fire, water, cloud and smoke. Before the girls and boys in Hangzhou could recover, a voice seemed to come from that distant place. From the great forest came: Brother Ganma Cha over the mountain, Why haven't you come yet? Bring your horses quickly, Come and carry the girl's new tea! Carry the song in my heart, Take a closer look at the words in the girl's heart, brother tea... A singing song, the girls and boys were stunned.God, what happened, is life possible like this?Can it be done like this by lighting a yellow fire, counting the stars, covered in tea smoke, and singing love songs?It turns out that this is neither a fairy tale nor a dream. As soon as night falls, the elder brother on the other side of the mountain will appear. The bamboo tube tea in the old crow jar floated up, tumbling, gurgling, what a bold aroma it was, it was the breath of the big forest, it was the sound of ancient times.Little Brown picked up the old crow pot, poured the boiling rich tea juice into the small cups, and then handed them one by one to his friends. He also picked up one himself, and looked at the sky. Sing loudly: Making tea is like making brocade shirts, Beautiful tea balls embroidered on it, Brocade without flowers is not pretty. Only pour three tablespoons of water, no more, Only three spoonfuls of tea should be taken, no less. Only three handfuls of salt are added to the taste. Cows are needed to change the color of black tea, The white milk that is squeezed out needs to be skillful, Tea made with milk is better than fine wine. After singing here, he became proud and shouted loudly: "Is there any milk?" Just passed the difficult period, milk is still an extremely luxurious word, but the girl who called her mother just now replied resolutely: "Yes, our family has it!" Her grandfather was sick, and the doctor said he was malnourished and had to drink some milk.The whole family has gone through many ways to get such a small amount of milk, and they don't know when it will stop.The girl immediately ran home to get it, and Little Brown poured it into the old crow jar.This is tea made with milk!The boys and girls in Jiangnan watched in amazement, how could they not taste it? So they drank it one by one. Everyone felt that the taste was indescribable, bitter, fragrant, mellow, and numb, but no one dared to say that it was not good.Every one of them was very excited and said to each other, "It smells so good! It tastes so good! I have never had such a good tea!" The girl suddenly said: "How can Longjing tea compare with this tea made with milk!" Everyone was stunned for a moment, but immediately woke up and echoed.At this moment, Hang Jicao, the hostess of the yard, arrived. Looking at the young people in the yard, their faces were all red from the yellow fire, and the yard was full of fragrance.The home I have lived in for many years suddenly does not feel like my own home.Ji Cao wanted to ask Brown which play he was acting in, but Little Brown shouted happily: "Mom, here is a bowl of roasted tea made by Bangcheng's father!" Ji Cao smiled, feeling much more relaxed, and said to the old ladies who followed: "The children are drinking roasted tea." As soon as the voice fell, there was a mournful cry: "Milk—my milk—milk...,, The girl's grandma slapped her thigh, crying loudly.