Chapter 65 Chapter two

Little Brown's troubles have reached this point, and he has become a bad young man in Hangzhou, so the Hang family had to hold an emergency meeting.None of the juniors will participate in this meeting, but there are only a handful of observers.As at most such occasions in the past, the meeting was led by CPPCC member Hang Jiaping.He analyzed Hang Brown's current situation and thought that he had only three ways out: 1. Go back to the big tea tree in Yunnan and become a farmer in a cottage; , It must be locked up for eight hours a day to control his temper; 3. Find a suitable girl to start a family, and if there is a place for him to worry about, he will be more at ease.Among the three ways out, the first one was immediately rejected by Ji Cao.It's absolutely impossible to go back to Yunnan, unless she doesn't want this son anymore; of course it's good to find a job that takes your temper, but where can I find it?Little Brown has a bad background, and no one wants him for a good job; finding a suitable girl to marry is a consideration.Little Brown is in his twenties, and he is not young anymore. Seeing him running around in the alleys of Hangzhou, bragging and talking big, with red marks on his chest and his face swollen, a wife may be able to change it. His habits are completely different from those of the Hang family.But where is the right girl?

At this time, everyone's eyes turned to Jiahe.As soon as Hang Jiahe passed sixty, he officially retired from the position of tea critic, but at home, he still made the final decision on major matters.After listening to everyone's speech, he was silent, and after a long break, he let out a long sigh.Ji Cao saw that the elder brother sighed, and said before the elder brother opened his mouth, "Don't talk about it, elder brother, I will worry about this matter as a mother." "I can still go to the tea factory to talk about it." Jiahe said, "I stepped back from the position of tea appraiser. I have taken a few good apprentices, but unfortunately they are all capable people, and they are sent to be masters." Useful, but now there is a shortage of manpower, and they came to urge me to leave the mountain the day before yesterday."

Ji Cao's eyebrows relaxed, she knew that her eldest brother never made wishes casually, so she said: "The tea factory can do it." "It doesn't mean that you can go there, you have to register first." Jiahe looked at Jicao, "Don't give him a free time during this time, the briquette shop next to the Drum Tower is quite decent, so let's put it there first." "When do you want him to shovel coal ash?" Ji Cao called again. Jiahe's tone became a bit harsh, and he said, "What can't people do? It's only right and proper to earn a living. Brown has a wild heart, so he collects the bones first. When we get to the tea factory, I still have to rely on him to support me."

The eldest brother is gentle and strict, and he is the one who listens to sending grass the most.Jiahe saw that everyone had no objection, and said: "If you want to meet a girl, you should also be more open-minded, and don't just focus on the city." Everyone knows the meaning of Jiahe's words.It's useless to stare at the city. There are a few families who are really willing to marry their daughters to young men with reform-through-labor fathers. It's no use blowing the hole.After asking like this for a while, Jicao said again: "Our factory is not all incomplete. There are a few girls who are quite pleasing to the eye, but they can't hear and can't tell."

The post was talking about the small street factory where she worked, which specially made feather dusters for sale, as well as pasted paper boxes.There are also all kinds of people there, especially the disabled. At this point, the small group of observers couldn't listen anymore, and said: "Mr. Da has said just now, don't just keep your eyes on the city, so I took this password. Anyway, I have seven or eight grandchildren." Yes, you can pick whoever you want." Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this, and Xiaozhuo took advantage of the situation and said, "I think the tea picking in front of me is okay. She still has a job. Although it's temporary, it's hard to say that she won't become a regular one day. Let's talk about it." , Brown is really hard to find a job, and it is not impossible to settle in Wengjiashan, it is better than hanging in the city."

Everyone remembered the village girl with strong die teeth and the same strong back, they looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.In the end, Jiahe said: "You know sending grass, this kind of thing is still the biggest thing for uncle, let me come forward." When the eldest brother said a word, he took out his handkerchief to send the grass, and said while wiping his tears: "I figured it out too, and I will go to Shiliping in a few days." Shiliping is located in Jinhua, the hinterland of Zhejiang Province, where the Laogai Farm is located.It must be Luo Li who sent the grass to look for. What else can I do if I look for him at this time?Everyone didn't make a sound after listening, just stared at Ji Cao helplessly, as if they had been expecting and afraid to hear what Ji Cao would say next.

Sure enough, she sent grass and said: "Brother, I am filing for divorce now, so I won't make trouble again." As soon as she uttered this sentence, she burst into tears, and her sister-in-law Ye Zi and niece Hang Pan who were sitting with them all cried out together. Come. Big Brother Jiahe also had tears in his eyes. First, he felt sorry for his little sister Jicao—a pitiful beauty who had kept her vacant house for fifteen years, and her temples were gradually growing beautiful hair. She has suffered so much that she still has no head. Second, she felt sorry for his brother-in-law Luo Li— —He had been counting on them to drink a pot of tea together by the West Lake fifteen years later.He has always had a good impression of this Northeast guy.He is a real person, a die-hard guy, and he insists that he has been wronged by the sky when he goes to jail.It is not impossible to get out of prison after being so hard, but it also implies that there must be a prerequisite, first admit the crime, and then release with a commuted sentence.Jiahe rushed to the prison to meet Luo Li and told him the news.After hearing this, Luo Li spread out his big hands and ten fingers, and asked Jiahe how many years he had been in prison. Jiahe looked at the scarred hands and said, "It's been more than ten years." Do you spend the remaining years as a dog?After Jiahe heard this, he pressed his heart with one hand, grabbed Luo Li's hand with the other, and said, "Brother will pick you up in three years!"

Three years have passed, but people still can't connect. Hang Jiaping couldn't see the tears, so he quickly used words to cultivate, saying: "It's a good thing, it's a good thing, how can it be said that it's worse. How many people can wait for fifteen years? Besides, now Luo Li has also been released from prison, and Brown is also preparing for it." Get married and start a business. I still understand Luo Li, what would he not do for his son?" He thought for a while, then patted his chest, "Ji Cao, do you want my second brother to accompany you to Shiliping?"

Ji Cao waved his hands again and again and said, "You still want to be a rightist, but no one will protect you this time." In 1957, Hang Jiaping relied on his own qualifications to be an old man, and he was also an outspoken person. He was a hair's breadth away from becoming a rightist.It was because of the words of old gentlemen like Wu Juenong that they survived.Things in the world are really unpredictable.Jiaping smiled wryly and said, "Look at Yang Zhen, his wife and children have broken up with him before he goes to jail. You didn't mention it until today, and you're still worried about your conscience."

When Yang Zhen was mentioned, everyone booed again.So did Yang Zhen, he had done it as a diplomat, and he had done it as a Beijing official, but he still couldn't control his mouth. He escaped for five or seven years, but he couldn't escape for five or nine years.Fortunately, the rightist is an order of magnitude lighter than the rightist. Yang Zhen, who was already engaged in leadership work in a theoretical research department in Beijing, was "sent" back to Hangzhou to teach in a university.Alas, Comrade Yang Zhen, a Marxist, was so full of ambition when he came to Beijing under the decree, and how miserable he is now when he comes back.Only then did Ji Cao quietly call Yang Zhen, in front of the Three Pools Mirroring the Moon on the lake, I have a cup of tea in front of the Yinting Pavilion, and welcome the wind for him.

It was during the three years of natural disasters, and although the lake was still full of wind and moon, Yang Zhen was in a heavy heart, and he didn't want to make the unlucky Ji Cao suffer any more, so he joked with her, saying that what he said back then had a prophetic effect, and indeed he was in trouble, His wife divorced immediately, and it was she, Hang Jicao, who came to see him.Ji Cao has been living alone at the lower level for these years, and she has had no food for the past two years, her cheeks are black and thin, her movements and expressions have a kind of swiftness and expression that only the lower class can have, and she also uses the little melon seeds she prepared to fill up. Stomach upset, she quickly spit out melon seeds, and while listening to her old friend, said: "You are different from Luo Li, he is a class enemy, you are a contradiction among the people, you can't become an official, why not become a professor? I just don't understand, what did you do?" Yang Zhen has read some books and seen some things in the world over the years, and the nerdy temper of his youth has resurfaced: "Marxists are historical materialists, and they believe that history progresses gradually. But history can really be achieved through revolution." And leap? For example, can we really enter socialism directly from a semi-feudal and semi-colonial country, that is, the primary stage of communism? I worked as a diplomat in the Soviet Union for several years before I understood why Lenin would take part in the October Revolution After that, the New Economic Policy was proposed. You don’t know, the Soviet Union, even though it has airplanes and atomic bombs, its agricultural production is not as good as it was during the Tsarist period.” Ji Cao spat out a piece of melon seed shell and said, "I see, you are saying that the food in the Soviet Union is not as good as it was in the days of the Tsar." Yang Zhen froze for a moment, and said, "Your words sound like those who criticized me." Ji Cao laughed hoarsely, her voice had faded amidst the constant yelling from the bottom all these years, and it really formed a big contrast with her charming face.She said: "Don't think that my ten fingers are black and dirty, and I really don't understand anything. I understand what you said. You mean that we are not living as well as before. This is not slandering the socialist system. What is it again?" While looking around, Yang Zhen thumped the table and whispered, "Why do you play the piano like this? I want to understand theoretically whether the inevitable stage of social development can be jumped. This is an academic question, and it can be studied." Ji Cao stared and said, "You don't want three hundred taels of silver here. The common people have had nothing to eat for several years. If your theories can't feed them, what do they want your theories for?" Yang Zhen looked at Jicao and thought she was a miracle, she dared to say such a reactionary activity when she was almost starved to death, and she didn't follow in her husband's footsteps.Thinking about myself again, it is true that there is no silver three hundred taels here.In fact, this is a major theoretical topic that cannot but involve practice. Of course, it is not that he has not thought about practice, and it is not wrong to beat him to the right.He stared blankly and couldn't speak, but he reminded Ji Cao of the revolutionary scholar who was struggling with typhoid fever a long time ago.She sighed heavily, and then said: "I know you are worried about me, but you don't know that I am really worried about you. You have been an official for these years, but you haven't learned how to be an official. I think you learn how to be an official." It’s also difficult for ordinary people. You stay here alone, with no one to take care of you, and you don’t know what to say and what not to say, so you really have to be careful.” Yang Zhen spread his hands and said: "I admit it too, haven't you lived like this for so many years?" Ji Cao said: "Look if I still look like a human being. To tell you the truth, when I come out in the morning, I still want to put myself Make yourself presentable, look at yourself in the broken mirror, and you have no confidence at all. I say nerd, you should quickly start a new family, while you are still a professor, there are still people who are willing to marry you." Yang Zhen suddenly said this without thinking: "Where can I find another person like you?" Ji Cao was startled, and Wuzhu lit up, with a little embarrassment on his face, but said with a smile : "Yeah, where can I find that fellow traveler who threw your "Das Kapital" under the car!" They stood up at the same time, looking at the lake, their hunger made them as light as leaves, and they had a feeling that they would be blown away by the wind.There were a few melon seeds left on the table, and Ji Cao quickly picked them up, grabbed Yang Zhen's hand, and said generously: "I'll give you all, men can't stand hunger!" Yang Zhen wanted to push, but Ji Cao had already headed to the lake go.Strangely, the West Lake also seems to be hungry and thin, and the lake surface is much shallower.Ji Cao thought of the vigorous young people in the family back then. On the lake in the autumn of 1937, their collisions and shouts, their sacrifices and decisive battles... If Chu Qing was still alive, would she continue to fight with her Hang Jicao?She looked.Look at the quick Yang Zhen, suddenly thinking wildly for no reason-if they are still alive, will they be as unlucky as this Yang Zhen?Warmth and sadness arose, and she said to Yang Zhen: "Yang Zhen, don't be like me and Luo Li, you have to learn from my elder brother. He always told me, don't talk, where there are many people, you must remember not to talk." When you speak, keep your mouth shut." "Are you trying to eliminate a physiological function of the mouth?" Yang Zhen said with a wry smile, in a joking tone. Ji Cao backed off and said, "Isn't it the same to speak with your heart? When I was young, I read martial arts novels, and I knew that among martial arts masters, some people can speak ventriloquist." Yang Zhen asked suddenly: "Do you know why I always wanted to be with you at that time?" Seeing Ji Cao was a little dazed when asked, so he said; "I just like talking to you, or you keep saying, I don't want to be with you." Keep listening, or I keep talking, you keep listening... Hey, what a day...·,·" His last sentence made Ji Cao burst into tears. It really made Ji Cao right. After several years of class, Yang Zhen didn't keep his mouth shut, and began to argue with others about whether he could surpass the stage.For a person with a criminal record like him, the superiors decided not to tolerate him anymore, and "sent" him to the countryside in northern Zhejiang to undergo labor reform.At this moment, Jiaping brought up the matter of Yang Zhen again, and sent the grass to reply: "How can I compare with Yang Zhen's wife? She is also an old revolutionary in the Yan'an period. What am I, I don't distinguish between positions, backward elements, even nurses. No, I had to tie up chicken feathers in the alley and throw away the broom. If you didn't bear it for me, I would have gone to prison." Ye Zi never said a word from the beginning to the end, and the Hang family has long been accustomed to her attitude of not saying a word as long as Jiaping is present.But now she stretched out her shriveled hands, pressed them lightly on Ji Cao's mouth, and let out a sound: "Hush—" Ji Cao stopped talking. Another woman, Hang Pan, who didn't say a word, had been walking with her sister-in-law just now when she walked past Yangbatou and the bell tower at the intersection of Qingnian intersection, she stopped by coincidence, raised her head, and stared blankly at the Big bell.Ji Cao really wanted to just stand like that and go back to the past. She had been working hard for so many years, and now she felt like she was going to collapse.She thought, why can't I be like Pan'er?You see, she is alone, teaching in the Longjing Mountains, living a peaceful life, and even her lung disease is cured.That's because she has her God.She envied her and wondered for herself.She can neither believe in communism like Yang Zhen, nor can she believe in God like Pan'er.She feels that she is still more like her elder brother Jiahe, they are people who believe in life, and they are people who seek confidence and hope in life.But life doesn't buy her account, the more she wants to live, the more difficult and snobbish life is for her.She looked at Hang Pan, sighed, and said, "I really can't bear it any longer." Pan'er didn't answer her, but just prayed as usual: "Lord...,...,..." The sky suddenly dimmed, and the evening bell rang with this sigh... At first, everyone thought it would be difficult to tell little Brown about it.Hang Jiahe handled this matter with his usual style of lifting weights lightly.He didn't let Ji Cao say anything to his son, he only let his granddaughter Yingshuang inform Brown.He didn't say a few days of blind date, he said a few days outing. Yingshuang was twelve years old, and lived with her mother at the home of her great-grandfather Jiahe, while her elder brother Defang lived with her grandfather Jiaping.Her father, Hang Han, has been aiding Africa for several years, and her mother, Huang Jiaofeng, often goes to the countryside. The youngest girl in the Hang family has a closer relationship with Jiahe than her own grandfather, Jiaping.Her character is also a bit like her mother's naive.Usually she loves to send her to her aunt Cao's house. The two live close to each other, and Uncle Brown is very close to her.At this moment, she sneaked into the asylum in a ghostly manner. When she saw her uncle, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, and said with a smile: "Grandpa said...hehe...in two days, hahaha...let's go for a walk, a walk, a walk ,Hahaha……" Little Brown has already got off work from the briquette shop and is watering his small Chinese medicine garden. As soon as he returned to Hangzhou, he planted herbs on the ruins of his chicken coop, but it seemed to others that those were flowers: Impatiens Flowers, wisteria, peonies, pomegranates, chrysanthemums, and even cockscombs.He can grow cockscombs as big as a small washbasin, and he said that this is the genetic gene of her family. If Brown's grandfather is still alive, they will definitely learn their skills day and night.Hearing Yingshuang's words, he didn't even look back, and said, "Actually, it's not an outing at all. What are you going to do—maybe it's a blind date?" Yingshuang was taken aback and asked, "Who told you, Uncle Brown? How did you know you were going on a blind date? I didn't tell you?" Little Brown turned around, showed his white teeth in a smile, and said, "Is she pretty?" Yingshuang thought for a while, then grinned her mouth, and her fluffy face like a peach turned into walnut skin. She pointed to her row of dense teeth and said, "That's it!" Little Brown said earnestly, "Same as Uncle Little?" Yingshuang said: "I don't know. Grandpa said he must call you. Whether it will work or not, I will wait." Little Brown bent down, stared at Yingshuang's tender face with a smile, and asked, "Yingshuang, what do you think?" "You haven't taken us out for so many days." Yingshuang replied with another sentence. Little Brown stood up resolutely, clapped his hands and said, "Go! At least I can straighten her teeth. To tell you the truth, little Yingshuang, there is nothing I can't do on earth 2" Yingshuang knew that her cousin liked to brag, but the strange thing was that grandpa didn't bother him with boasting.Grandpa usually dislikes people who talk big, but Grandpa is not angry when Uncle Brown says nonsense. Hang Jiahe made detailed material preparations for this operation: Wushan butter cake, Yixiangzhai fragrant cake, Zhiweiguan happiness pair, Ye Zi cooked tea eggs last night, and he also specially ordered a beggar's chicken at a restaurant in Hangzhou.I sent grass to Shiliping, I missed this day, and I don't know when I will see Luo Li.This is a reason that is plausible on the surface, and another reason, the two brothers and sisters tacitly agreed: sending grass is not sure, and she is worried that the other girl will dislike the elements of the man's family.She has been rejected so many times, but this time she can't bear it, it's better to keep out of sight.In this way, the important family matter of a blind date falls entirely on Hang Jiahe's head. Two days ago, when I sent grass to my elder brother's house, I was in a hurry and didn't bring anything. I wanted to take money out of my pocket, but my elder brother held him down with two thin hands and said angrily, "What are you doing? I have it. Retirement salary is enough/ After the public-private partnership of Wangyou Tea House, Jiahe refused to take the fixed interest, and only used his share of salary for the expenses of the large family, and Ye Zi had no job.Decha is the son of a martyr. The state raised him until he was 18 years old, and the Hang family paid for it after he went to college.Jiaofeng, Yingshuang, mother and daughter, and Hang Han before going abroad, all live in Yangbatou.As for the Jicao family, over the years, they have regarded the purse of the elder brother's family as their own.Hang Jiahe's life burden is really not light. Before Jicao left, he handed a small bag to his elder brother and said, "When I got married with Luo Li in Yunnan, the grandpa who witnessed the marriage gave it to me at the bottom of the box. You can take it. If the tea pickers like our Brown, give it to her." Press the bottom of the box." Jiahe opened it and saw that there were two pieces of blackened tea, shaped like bowls, hard as stones after a long time.It turns out that using tea as a bride price has always been an old custom.Chinese people, from the southeast to the north, all have this same custom.In Jiangnan, this ceremony is called Xia Cha.If the woman accepts the man's tea, it can be regarded as receiving a token, and the marriage is considered so settled.Sister Feng in Wuweili wants to say to Lin Daiyu: Since you drank my tea, why didn't you become our daughter-in-law?Jiahe's heart warmed up when he thought of this, and he held the tea in his hand for a while before saying, "Sister, I know it." But Little Brown didn't have the kindness of his mother. He rushed to his uncle's house early in the morning and swallowed four tea eggs in one go.Seeing that his nephew Hang Decha hadn't come back from school yet, he leaned on his bed again and had a good night's sleep.When he woke up, he didn't know where he was, when a beggar's chicken came from a restaurant in Hangzhou. He immediately peeled off the lotus leaf that wrapped the chicken, smelled the aroma, and grabbed a piece with his hands.Yingshuang looked at Grandpa, seeing that this abnormal behavior was not condemned, she also learned how to clamp it, but Grandma Ye Zi wiped it lightly.Brown didn't see it, he ate and licked, and stuffed another piece into Yingshuang's mouth. His fingers were greasy, and he wanted to rub it on a clean shirt, so scared that Ye Zi hurriedly passed a towel.Brown was not embarrassed, and exclaimed: "You also have roast chicken like this here!" Jiahe told him that this is the beggar's chicken, and the method of making it invented by beggars made the emperor fancy it.The emperor ate it, but it was not called emperor chicken. Brown patted his chest: "We ate today, we are the emperor!" Yingshuang pointed at him in surprise: "You, feudalism!" Brown laughed, patted his chest with one hand, and tapped her forehead with the other: "Old woman with little feet!" Yingshuang looked at her feet, and asked suspiciously, "Grandpa, my feet are not small, and I'm not an old woman." Hang Jiahe knew what Brown meant, that Yingshuang was as meddling as the old lady in the residential area.He wanted to tell Brown that it would be hard for others to hear him talk like that.After thinking about it, he still didn't say anything, but asked, "Yezi, did you buy the pepper and peach slices from Jiuzhizhai?" Ye Zi replied in a panic: "Not yet. Just as I was about to leave, the residential area called me to investigate the spies." Jiahe shook his head disapprovingly.I don't know when Ye Zi became such a timid and petty woman. Brown shook his hand and said, "Forget it, what's different?" Jiahe shook his hand solemnly and said. "But it's different. Jiuzhizhai's pepper and peach slices are exquisite in workmanship. First steam the cake, then wrap it in hickory nut meat, and then mold it into a rectangular strip. Then, Then cut it into very thin slices, and then dry it. It is white and yellow inside, and wrapped in plum red paper. This good thing can only be tasted with tea. Brown, you might as well try it. Take a sip of cake, and next sip of tea, it smells delicious! That’s what makes you feel ancient.” "What is Ruren Taigu?" Yingshuang was dumbfounded. It's not that she has never eaten that pepper and peach slices, but it is indeed unprecedented.clear. But Brown had a tacit understanding, and said: "I know what it means to be like a person in the past. When I blow the Xiao under the big tea tree, I often feel like a person in the past." Uncle and nephew understood and smiled lightly. Jiahe patted Little Brown on the shoulder and said, "Take your Xiao with you!" Little Brown immediately turned around and patted himself on the back. It turned out that Xiao was stuck in his clothes around his waist. This time, everyone in the Hang family laughed.Looking at Brown's young and happy face, Jiahe thought, this is a good start.Now, the only thing missing is the grandson's tea.Decha is a punctual person, so I'm afraid he was delayed by something.Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Laicai, who was in charge of the public phone booth at the street corner, scream: "In the door of Hang's house—a phone call!" Laicai doesn't need to be judged by others, it's clear at a glance, if you look sideways, she is a coquettish girl.She is tall and slender, with fat buttocks and a pink face, and a sharpened chin, which further complements her red lips and white teeth, willow eyebrows and almond eyes.Her hair was tied up, and she was wearing an indanthrene blue cardigan.Her voice is also unique, high-pitched and thin, and raised an octave.She also likes to hold a handkerchief in her hand, and when she leans against the door, her body becomes S-shaped, and she looks like a prostitute in the old society. In fact, Laicai did come out of the technical academy, and was sold by her adoptive father who did not know how many times, but even sold to Hong Kong.A few years ago, it was Chiang Kai-shek who counterattacked the mainland. It was a good chance to come here. At this time, he came back suddenly. He said it was to visit her relatives, that is, to visit her adoptive father who sold her out countless times.Others said, how can there be such a person, if her adoptive father sells her, she still doesn't know how to hold grudges, and if she comes back to see him, she must be suspected of being a spy of the United States and Chiang Kai-shek.This detains her and prevents her from returning to Hong Kong, but after many investigations, she can't find a single Chou Yinmao.The adoptive father couldn't survive this time, died, and left her in the streets of the new society.The residential area didn't know what to do with this beauty for a while, but in the end they finally made use of waste and gave it to a blind man to be his wife.Laicai didn't resist much. Marrying someone is not a marriage. The man in Hong Kong married a second wife because she couldn't have children. She didn't have a good life when she went back. Blind wife.A distant cousin of the blind man who was just able to hit eight poles was in charge of a piece of sky in the Qinghefang residential area. Seeing that her family had a way to survive, she moved to hide and asked Laicai, who was supervising labor and pulling coal trucks, to return to the people. In the midst of internal conflicts, he specially went to manage the public telephone at the entrance of Yangbatou Lane.Laicai jumped from the bran basket to the rice basket, her writhing water snake waist and big fat buttocks, accompanied by her shrill and coquettish voice, appeared in the streets and alleys of Qinghefang. As soon as she heard Laicai's voice, Ye Zi stopped Jiahe and said, "I'll pick it up, I'll pick it up." Jiahe turned his face away, touched Ye Zi's shoulder, smiled slightly, and said, "Hey, I'll go." As soon as Brown raised his head, he suddenly saw his aunt's gaze—he could see it, it was so ancient, and for a moment, it reminded him of the big tea tree far away. The caller was from Decha, saying that he was delayed by the affairs of Wu Kun in the same dormitory, and he would come right now.When Jiahe heard this, he suddenly stared inwardly, and blurted out, "Why hasn't he moved away yet?" The grandson on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment before saying, "Soon, his fiancée has come to register with him." Jiahe didn't ask any further questions, just said: "Don't forget to buy Jiuzhizhai's pepper and peach slices." Putting down the phone, he was still thinking about his own thoughts, and walked back slowly, but he heard Laicai call out: "Mr. Hang, why did you just leave like that?" Hang Jiahe turned around and looked at He looked at her, laughed at her, but stretched out his hand and said, "An, here." Then Hang Jiahe remembered that he hadn't paid the phone bill, and quickly said sorry, and handed over the change to Laicai.While counting, Laicai said, "It's true that my son is like Lao Tzu. He called more and more last time and didn't pay." Jiahe immediately said, "I'll pay, I'll pay, and I'll pay for him." He waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, whoever wants his money, it's pitiful for him to reform in the mountains alone." Jiahe also waved his hand quickly, meaning to tell her not to talk any more.This time, he didn't accept orders at all. Instead, he asked, "Why is your family Fang Yue still firing kilns in Longquan? When will he be able to take off his rightist hat?" Jiahe was really afraid of hearing the word "rightist", so he shook his head and retreated as if fleeing.Turning the corner of the alley, he breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as one thing was put down, the other was picked up again. This worry is related to Wu Kun whom Decha mentioned on the phone just now. In 1945, the Anti-Japanese War was won, and the enemies and rivals of the two surnames Hang and Wu came to an end.The two families, one in Zhejiang, the other in Anhui; one in the city and the other in the countryside, have no contact with each other, let alone hear from each other. Half a century of entanglement seems to have been erased by time.Unexpectedly, one day twenty years later, Hang Jiahe suddenly received a letter.The letter was sent from Beijing, claiming to be Wu Kun, who is related to Wu Sheng, an old acquaintance of the Hang family, and probably Wu Sheng's grandnephew.The letter said that he had heard the old man talk about the life-and-death friendship between the Hang family and the Wu family more than once since he was a child.Although old Wu Sheng had died long ago, everyone in the Wu family knew how he escaped from death by carrying the boss Hang who had severed his finger at Wangyou Tea House.This young man named Wu Kun claimed that he had just finished his master's degree at a famous Beijing University. Because his girlfriend graduated from university and went to Huzhou, Zhejiang, he also wanted to go to Zhejiang.But he didn't have any acquaintances in Zhejiang, so after much deliberation, he had no choice but to contact the Hang family whom he hadn't seen for a long time.He also said that he had already inquired, and heard that your grandson, Mr. Kang Decha, was staying at Jiangnan University to teach. Hang Jiahe caressed the severed finger, pondered all night, and called Decha back from school the next day to read the letter.The letter is on yellow paper, printed with red vertical grids, and the characters are written in small letters with a brush, revealing talent and kung fu, such a running script, any old gentleman can look at it comfortably.He was happy to get the tea, and said, "In our department, Song history has always been the strength of our research. This Wu Kun studied the Northern Song Dynasty, and then continued to study the Southern Song Dynasty, which is the most complete. I will go to the department to ask first." Jiahe's heart warmed, and he looked at his grandson. Except for wearing glasses, he and his son Hang Yi really looked alike.Decha returned to his grandfather after he was three years old. He never saw his father even a day, but in many places, he surprisingly inherited the qualities of his young poet and martyr father—for example, the kind of Potentially romantic and selfless.So in the Great Leap Forward in 1958, Hang Jiahe was not surprised when the young Hang Decha brought a group of people to demolish the cast iron gate of their Wangyou Tea House, because the precious grandson had already put away the pots and pans in Ye Zi’s kitchen. The pots were all taken away to make steel.However, when Decha moved the tea table the size of a ping-pong table out of the tea house, Jiahe still felt really distressed.For him, this is by no means a simple table.Besides, what do they want the table for? The table can't make steel. Before he could say what he was thinking, Ye Zi couldn't help but speak for him first.Ye Zi pulled his grandson and asked cautiously: "Chacha, what do you want the tea table for?" Their baby Chacha looked at them strangely and asked: "Grandpa, grandma, what do we want the tea table for?" This sentence stunned the two old people.They looked at each other, unable to answer.Their tea house has long been a public-private partnership, and people who come to sell tea have long since lost the habit of tasting a cup on the tea table.As for the Yaxing of fighting tea at the tea table and looking at calligraphy and paintings together, it is simply a phantom of the previous dynasty. It doesn't matter if you don't mention it, if you mention it, you will feel as if you have passed away. The character of the martyr's son Hang Decha has undergone tremendous changes during the three years of natural disasters.This certainly cannot be attributed solely to his lack of food.He entered the university during this period, and started to really get in touch with people like Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen's thoughts, theories and encounters deeply affected him, and even affected his character and behavior, until it affected his His choice of studies. At this moment, the enthusiasm of the grandson infected the grandfather.It can be said that Hang Jiahe hadn't seen this kind of enthusiasm burning in Cha's eyes for a long time.This enthusiasm also somewhat dispelled the anxiety caused to him by this letter.Hang Jiahe is old, and some mysterious and unexplainable precepts can be drawn from the life he has seen, such as things that are too coincidental, often a sign before certain events happen.In this young man's letter, although there is no coincidence, Hang Jiahe's feelings are still very complicated when he thinks of the Wu family. Hang Jiahe's premonition was correct, and Decha wrote to Wu Kun in the north after receiving an affirmative reply from the department.Sure enough, in the second letter, there was a fiery confession from the young man.When I got tea and read the letter, I was so excited that the letter paper made a noise, like a hungry silkworm devouring a mulberry leaf.Sure enough, the world is both big and small, and life is full of opportunities. It turns out that there is such a strong internal logic in Wu Kun's actions; it turns out that his girlfriend named Bai Ye, who is in name a senior cadre of high moral standing in Beijing. The daughter is actually the biological daughter of Mr. Yang Zhen, an old friend of the Hang family; it turns out that she voluntarily moved to this small town in the south of the Yangtze River from the north with one purpose, which is to be closer to her biological father. Mr. Yang Zhen is not living in Changxing, Huzhou. Is Gu Qingshan under labor reform? It turns out that he loves his girlfriend so much, she is his whole life, his eternal goddess, and his destiny. In short, he can no longer live without her, so he gave up. The broader academic world in Beijing would rather go to this southeast corner to start a new life for two people.He said that he can only rely on the Hang family for this matter, especially since he got tea.Because he can't let more people know the relationship between him and Yang Zhen-maybe this will affect his smooth assignment here.This letter is written horizontally with blue ink pen, office stationery.The pen calligraphy of this young man who has never met is also very beautiful and subtle at the beginning, which is the writing power of a person who has specially trained in calligraphy.But the prose begins to scribble about a third of the way, and quickly transforms into a whimsical, impassioned spurt.The impatient confiding, the defenseless desire, was simple and powerful, hitting Decha's heart like a bullet.The tea on the last piece of paper was guessed and read out. It can be seen that this believer in love is already in a white-hot stage at the moment.Decha only read the letter once, then hurriedly rode his bicycle back home.Unexpectedly, grandpa didn't even have half of his enthusiasm. Grandpa Hang Jiahe took out the two letters at the same time and compared them repeatedly. This made Hang Decha stand aside and secretly puzzled. In his opinion, some things are not easy to get. For comparison, say something related to love.Grandpa seemed to see what he was thinking, put the letter away, and said only one sentence: "These two letters don't seem to be written by the same person." Decha stared at him without blinking, he knew ，在这件事情上，爷爷还是很关键的。嘉和却只挥挥手让他吃饭。嘉和有嘉和的想法，他要核实一些关键的问题，还要尊重老友的意见，尤其是在老友落魄的时候。他与杨真之间的通信以及他后来与嘉平在这件事情上的努力，杭得茶一概不知。他只知道半年以后，吴坤就如愿以偿地来到了杭州城。 吴坤刚来时没有房子，得茶就让出自己宿舍房间的那一半，两个助教合住。他们相处得很好，学术上也能互补。吴坤长于表述，得茶长于思考与实证，年轻而不泥古，有独立见解，但发乎心止于言，轻易不下定论。吴坤却很有冲劲，一到学校，就发表了好几篇在学术圈子里很有锐意的文章，这其中的不少见解，来自于得茶的思考。有人很在乎自己的东西被他人所用，得茶却完全不在乎，不但不在乎，他还为自己的思考能为他人所用而高兴。他们两人都有相见恨晚的感觉，在系里一时就成了一对才子。吴坤长得十分精神，下巴方方的，每天刮得雪青。头发浓黑粗硬，把前额压了下来。大而略显肥厚的手掌，动作有力不容置疑。他的面部表情生动，脖子略粗但极为灵活，头部摆动时犹如一只灵敏的年轻的豹子。他又那么豪爽、随意，与人交往，三句两句，就拉近距离。总之吴坤是一个好小伙子，大家一开始就那么认为。 实际上，得茶第一次与吴坤交谈就发现他们的根本不同之处，吴坤是那种性格外向的人，而他自己却是一个内敛者。仿佛正因为如此他反倒更欣赏他，或者他要求自己更加欣赏他。在他欣赏他的同时，四年级的女大学生们也纷纷向吴助教抛去媚眼，站在一边的同样年轻的就得茶倒像是一个书童。吴坤愉悦地和她们对话，这里面的光明正大的调情，像杭得茶这样一位从未涉人爱河的人是感觉不到的。他只能从事后吴坤那闪着愉快的眼神上看出一些异样，他总是摆摆手，仿佛无可奈何地说："南方的女孩子啊，都是这种风格。"每当他这么说的时候，得茶不知为什么地就会想到那位北方的女孩子。吴坤是为她而来的，但直到现在，杭得茶还没有见过她。 总之，一旦有了吴坤，一种格局就形成，那是一种比较的格局，得茶在吴坤的衬托下，显示出了另一种风貌，他喝茶，而吴坤爱酒，看上去他仿佛比吴坤要嫩得多。他羞涩，有时还不免口吃，这也是家族的印记，杭家的男人，几乎都有些口吃。他治学的方向是地方史中的食货、艺文、农家、杂艺类，对这个领域，许多人闻所未闻，纯属冷门。吴坤开玩笑说，他以为像得茶这样出身的人，应该去修国际共运史呢。得茶说："从逻辑上推理，我去修食货也和出身有关啊。我们家可不是光出烈士的，主要出产的还是茶商，所以我最近正准备研究陆羽，他那部《茶经》，不是在湖州写的吗？"这一说吴坤也乐了，回答说："照你那么说，我正准备研究秦桧，也和祖上有关少？我们家祖上可没有当奸臣的啊！" 得茶为了表达自己那种人生得一知己足矣的心情，破例把吴坤带回家里，吃了一顿饭，知道他对酒的兴趣比对茶更浓，特意请奶奶去买了绍兴老酒。宴毕，又把他带到后院的那间小屋子，门媚上刻着的那四个字让吴坤停住了脚步。"曲径通幽处，禅房花木深。你还坐禅啊？"他笑指着门媚上写着的"花木深房"那四个字问得茶。其实这里早已是七十二家房客的大杂院，再无通幽之感了。得茶笑笑说那是曾祖父手里的事情，属于文物，所以才让它留着的呢。现在这里是他的小书房兼卧室。 吴坤在那间禅房里看到了一些别样的东西，他暗暗吃惊，这里的每一样东西，都是可以体现抗得茶的个性，而在学校里看到的那些却只是杭得茶的一部分，或者一小部分。只有在这里，杭得茶才会在瘦削的面容上露出了些许的得意。他让他看挂在墙上的《琴泉图》，他曾祖父用过的卧龙肝石，他的日本亲戚在六十年前送给他们杭家的砸成两爿后又重新铜好的天目盏，那尊放在案头的年代悠久来历不明的青白瓷器人儿陆鸿渐，还有那把有神奇传说的曼生壶。这些东西放在那里，并不让吴坤觉得有多起眼，但一经得茶解释就不一般了。吴坤更感兴趣的还是挂在墙上的两张大图，一张写着"唐陆羽茶器"，另一张写着"南宋审安老人《茶具图》"，两张画画的都是古代的茶器。吴坤的视野就被第一张画上第一幅图——一只风炉吸引住了。 风炉画得蛮大，三足两耳，风炉旁竖写着四行字：伊公羹，陆氏茶；坎上翼下离于中；体均五行去百疾；圣唐灭胡明年铸。吴坤指着那最后一行问："圣唐灭胡明年，应该是764年吧？" "正是那一年。陆羽是安史之乱时从湖北天门流落到江南的，这只茶风炉大概就是纪念平叛胜利所铸的吧。" "可见陆羽号称处士，也是一个政治意识很强的人。" 他见得茶很认真地看着他，就又指着那第一行字说："我不懂茶学，瞎讲，关公面前耍大刀。不过拿伊公羹和陆氏茶来平起平坐，说明陆羽，其实是有伊尹之志的。" 伊尹是史籍中记载的商朝初年的著名贤相，有"伊尹……负鼎操组调五味而产为相" 的记载，这也是鼎作为烹任器具的最早记录。在中国历史上，"伊尹相汤"和"周公辅成王"一样，都被后人把之以圣贤之礼。吴坤这样评价陆羽，也是顺理成章。 但得茶却不同意这种简单的立论，他说："在我看来，陆子在此倒不一定把自己摆到政治立场上去。我对他算是已经有了一点初步的研究，至少有句话我敢说，他是封建时期的知识分子中少有的一个具备自己价值体系的人。比如他敢拿自己的茶与伊尹的羹比，应该把鼎的因素放进去。鼎最早不过是一种礼器，传国重器，用于祭祖，也可在鼎上刻字，歌功颂德吧。后来用到炼丹、焚香、煎药等等上来。伊尹用来煮羹，陆羽用来煮茶，都是首创。自从陆羽生人间，人间相学事新茶，陆羽事茶和伊尹相汤一样，都是千秋伟业，虽一在朝一在野，一论政事一论茶事，都可平起平坐，不分高低贵贱。所以后来太子两次召陆羽进宫当老师，都被他拒绝了。这就和日本的茶祖千利体很不一样嘛。千利体就当了幕府丰臣秀吉的茶道老师，结果怎么样，活到七十岁，还让秀吉逼着自杀了。" 得茶突然滔滔不绝地说了那么多，倒让吴坤新鲜，但他从来就不是一个在争辩中甘拜下风的人，立刻就回答说："你那些例子可是个例，别忘了，任何一部历史都是政治史。" "那可是政治家说的。" "也是史书上那么写的。" "别忘了，还有另外一条历史长河，日常生活的历史长河，没有被政治家们正眼相看，但是却被老百姓一代代传承的历史，比如它们。"他指了指墙上的那两幅画。 吴坤第一次吃着了得茶分量，他的内功，就在这里，花木深房中，这番话之后，他微微地有些吃惊和不快。他不是一个能公然听不同意见的人，尤其是得茶，这个在他眼里相当低调的人。但他非常聪明，也有相当敏捷的微调能力，他立刻就指着中间的那两句话，笑着说："快把这两句没有被政治家正眼相看的话解释给我听。" 得茶突然警觉，像是感觉到朋友的调侃，笑指着他说："你算了吧，宋朝人最喜欢讲异瑞，算八卦，你会不知道？坎、哭、离你还要我来讲？" 吴坤也笑了，说："你就让我当一回听众吧，我最懒得记这些东西，真是要用了才去查资料的，快说快说，也让我长点见识。" 得茶这才解释说："一说就明白。这四行字都是刻在这只陆羽亲自设计的茶炉上的。其中第一行分成伊公、羹陆和氏茶，分刻在炉壁的三个小洞口上方；其余三行字分刻在三只炉脚上。坎主水，卖主风，离主火，坎上翼下离于中，不就是煮茶的水在上，风从下面吹人，那火却在中间燃烧吗？至于那体均五行去百疾七个字，就更好理解了。我们都知道，古代中国的中医学是根据金木水火土五行的属性，来联系人体脏腑器官，再通过五脏为中心，运用生克乘悔的理论，来说明脏腑之间生理和病理现象，从而指导临床治疗的。这句话的根本意思，也就是说茶是一种好喝的药罢了。不过陆羽把卦义都渗透到茶事的各个方面去，这种文化对日常生活的介人，却是不简单的。你看这幅风炉图，是我根据陆羽的描述画的，你看那个支架的三个格上，也分别铸上了粪、离、坎的符号，还有象征风兽的彪，象征火禽的翟，象征水虫的鱼，这些，都是根据《周易》上的卦义设计的。这样，当人们使用这只风炉的时候，还会以为在使用一只普通的风炉吗？" "一只烧茶的炉子都文化成这样，从这只炉子里烧出来的茶，还不知道文化成什么样呢！中国封建社会漫长到两千年，不知道跟这样的烧茶的炉子有没有关系。"吴坤再一次调侃着说，但他的心里充满着对这位同室的尊敬，这才是搞学问，这才叫治史，能把冷门研究得那么热火朝天，这就是一种本事，虽然他对这一方面并无大兴趣。 得茶这一次倒没有听出朋友的调侃，反倒认真地说："这肯定是研究历史的一个角度。一个民族、一个国家采取什么样的生活方式，对这个国家的正史不会起作用吗？我可以告诉你，喝茶与不喝茶，肯定是不一样的。唐代的甘露之变是怎么引起的，你不会不知道吧，那不就是因为国家的茶事政策作了重大调整引起的宫廷政变吗？鲁迅先生在古书中横横竖竖地看，都是吃人二字；我在古书中横横竖竖看，都是帝王将相。难道历史不可以有另外一种记载法吗？难道以庶民生活变迁为标志的历史不可以是历史吗？所以我才特别看重唐煮宋点明冲泡，因为这是人民自己的历史。你不会觉得我谈得太远吧，我告诉你，我的茶史里有历史观呢。" 吴坤笑着说："什么唐煮宋点明冲泡，我真是不知道，包括甘露之变的详情，唐史我也不太清楚，那是你的领域。不过宋代王小波的起义倒真是名副其实的茶农起义，他倒也真是影响未王朝历史发展的。"他们的话说到这里的时候，叶子手指头上钩着两只洗干净的茶杯走来，要给这对年轻人冲茶。得茶说："奶奶，我们要用曼生壶。"叶子早就把曼生壶洗得干干净净，放在案上，只是说了一声"手脚轻一点"，就悄悄走了。 那天晚上，关于曼生壶，得茶又讲了许多，吴坤认真地听着，不再随便插嘴。得茶讲的许多关于这块土地上的故事和人物，都深深地吸引了吴坤，当他讲到很想收集各种茶事方面的实物，有一天可以建一个有关茶的博物馆时，吴坤真的心血热了起来。他当即表示他家乡徽州还保留着不少这方面的实物，他一定帮他征集回来，说这些话时他已经没有一丝一毫的调侃了。他是京城大学经过名家正宗训练的才子，在外省，突然发现了足以和京城文化平起平坐的另一种力量。 饭后这对年轻人回了学校，嘉和来到厨房，看着叶子在昏暗的灯光下收拾盏碗，他突然问："你觉得怎么样？" 叶子说："没看清啊，我的眼睛不行了。" 嘉和怔了怔，想，我的眼睛还很好啊，怎么我看这个年轻人，也是模模糊糊的啊。