Chapter 93 total epilogue

Germinate in three seasons, bloom in one season, set seeds and go dormant, and then the next year.It is so endless and endless, and the tea slopes in the mountains on the outskirts of Hangzhou have been green for more than 20 years.It's really just a moment in my life, the Yangtze River is endless... The golden autumn of October has come again, which is a testimony that the twentieth century is about to become history.Hangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River has beautiful scenery on a good day, no less than in spring.Kang Decha, the descendant of the Yangbatou Hang family of the tea family, carefully pushed a wheelchair with his daughter Yesheng and son-in-law Hangyao, and sent Hang Jiahe, the century-old man of their Hang family, to a place full of autumn and fragrant autumn tea. Longjingshan Road.

Since the ancestral tomb was moved away, Jiahe has never been to Jilong Mountain again, almost thirty years ago.He never thought that he could live for so long, almost a century.His mind is still clear, and the distant past is very close to him, but his eyes are almost completely blind. The autumn is crisp and the morning haze has dispersed. A huge tea garden, like a mysterious green lake hidden in an unknown place, is so quiet that even a leaf does not move.Qiufeng held his breath and calmed down, waiting for the arrival of the four members of the Hang family.A golden ginkgo stands abruptly in the tea garden, graceful and graceful, like a lonely beauty under the warm sun.The reed flowers by the stream are as transparent as paper in the morning light.The asphalt road detours from the bushes, as if one end is flat leading to the world of mortals, and the other end is soft and winding to the outside world.Looking from a distance, some colorful balls rose above the tea garden, with long streamers hanging from them. The big characters on them twisted and turned in the wind, and "peace, development, 21st century" floated out for a while, and "peace, development, 21st century" for a while, and " Warmly celebrate the opening of the Peace Pavilion" and other different words.

After leaving home, Hang Jiahe never said a word.He lowered his eyes, with his arms in front of his knees, holding the heirloom treasure in his big hand, which lay quietly in his arms.The pot has been buried deep in the soil for decades, and it has not changed at all. The pot belongs to scholars, and the earth protects it. Pot artist Hang Kiln took advantage of the International Tea Culture Festival to hold a personal pot art exhibition at the China Tea Museum.Today, their group, as representatives of the Hang family, made a special trip to send this pot to the Tea Museum. "The inside is clear and bright, the outside is straight, and I will store it together with you." They decided to let this family heirloom participate in the pot art exhibition of Hang Kiln, which is regarded as a blessing from the ancestors to the younger generation.After the exhibition, they will donate this pot to the Tea Museum.In other words, keep this pot forever in the place where the ancestors of the Hang family once slept.

The China Tea Museum was established in 1987 at the 90th birthday celebration of Mr. Wu Juenong, and was jointly signed and proposed by famous people in the Chinese tea industry. After extensive inspection of Chinese tea regions, it was finally decided to locate the museum in Hangzhou. When choosing a specific location, Hang Decha, a professor of cultural history at Jiangnan University, was also nominated by the city government as one of the consultants.However, he is very busy with teaching work, and he has not had the opportunity to participate in several site selection activities.until the last time.Hang Yingshuang, a tea expert who inherited his father's career, called him, and he knew that the tea museum might eventually be located at the site of their Hang family's former ancestral grave.

"Don't you think this is very interesting and mysterious?" Yingshuang said. Decha knew that Yingshuang was using this tone to cover up her somewhat excited mood. In 1978, three members of the Hang family came back at once—Hang Decha who had been beaten to death, Luo Li who was left behind in the labor reform farm, and Hang Yingshuang who fled.As a hero, Hang Decha received a grand reception at the university; Luo Li was completely rehabilitated, and Ji Cao personally took him back to the city, and they reunited after a broken mirror. They took back the property and spent their old age in a small courtyard.Hang Yingshuang was admitted to the Tea Department of Agricultural University and married Li Pingshui after graduation.After graduating from graduate school, whether she wanted to or not, she entered politics as an expert.

Yingshuang's news at this moment surprised Decha to some extent. Also in order to conceal his potential psychological activities, he also said in a relaxed tone: "From the perspective of cultural folklore, Feng Shui is nothing more than people's evaluation of natural landscapes and landforms." , so it is not surprising that the places that our ancestors of the Hang family liked coincided with the places that the people's government liked." Yingshuang asked the eldest brother what his attitude was towards the site selection.Decha said that of course he will vote for it, and believes that this vote will be able to represent grandpa.As an old man of the century, grandpa has become a strong bond of the Hang family, and his approval is still very important.

On the other hand, Decha asked Yingshuang what she thought, and Yingshuang smiled and said, "It's not that you don't know, I am an owl in the evening, and what I am researching and advising on now are mergers, bankruptcy, market competition and international integration. Let me do it myself one day, and I want to make my company only one-third of the staff. So I am a hater, and you are a favorite. For example, the tea I see is completely different from the tea you see What you see is the beautiful museum where people taste tea and gossip. What I see is the tea trade that has been struggling since the mid-1980s. I am destroying, you are standing; I am criticizing, you are praising; I'm destroying, you're building—"

"——So we are just two sides of the same coin." Decha blocked the singing of the frosty owl. Since the tea trade entered a trough in the mid-to-late 1980s, they often argued about tea: one said not to always Singing hymns and turning over the old calendar, although China is the hometown of tea, it exported 143,000 tons in 1886, and it was not until 1984, nearly a hundred years later, that this figure was surpassed. India has already moved ahead of us. .Judging from the status of the tea market, brands are chaotic, exports are weak, companies have closed down, prices vary, tea hills are barren, and fake and shoddy products continue.

After hearing this, Decha patiently explained: praising meritorious deeds is also a means of liberating productivity, and we must seek truth from facts and avoid dogmatism.Historically, years of vigorous appeal and hard work have proven to work.Didn't Chinese tea fall into a serious crisis at the beginning of this century?That's why Mr. Wu Juenong's appeal: China's tea industry is like a sleeping lion. Once it wakes up, it will never fall behind. May everyone work hard.Positive encouragement is as important as negative criticism.Now that the export trade is not good, we should do more publicity and open up the domestic market, which is also a way for the tea industry to save itself.In any case, we have traded tea with more than 100 countries, and our tea output has always been ranked among the top three in the world.

Yingshuang laughed loudly when she heard this, and said, brother, are you a historian after all? No wonder you have published so few monographs these years.Decha laughed out loud after listening to it, and said, little girl, you have always admired the practicality of the Eastern Zhejiang School. Huang Zongqin is considered a world-class historian, and he also proposed that agriculture and commerce are all based.If historians can do as Wu Juenong said, I am afraid that China's affairs will be much easier to manage. Three years later, in October 1990, when the Tea Museum opened for trial, the first International Tea Culture Symposium also opened in Hangzhou.During that time, the hang family was almost dragged in by this matter.Except for the special tea brick wall hanging, Decha took out almost all the materials accumulated over the years in his Huamu Shenfang.The young people collecting information in the museum were still not satisfied, they carefully found Hang Jia and the old man who was ninety years old, and the young girl sweetly said to the old man: "Grandpa, grandpa, you are the old birthday star of the tea world, you Looking back, what was the teahouse like in 1900?Jiahe thought for a while and said: In 1900, I seemed to be still in my mother's stomach.The young man laughed, and quietly put the cap on the nib. It seemed that the old man Mu Ben always looked a little dazed, and his eyes were not working well. Show him a photo, and he used The magnifying glass has to be placed on the tip of the nose, and if you ask him a question, he will have to think for a long time before saying "yes" or "no".Young people are impatient, perhaps eager for quick success. They don't believe that they can find out anything from this half-blind old man in his nineties.However, they took a lot of photos, but none of them were used in the end.They lined up, Hang Jia and the old man were neither the contemporary tea sages nor the leaders of the tea world, Wangyou Tea House was neither Jiang Yutai nor Weng Longsheng.Hang Jia and the old man were hidden on the back page of tea history with peace of mind.

On the contrary, Brown, who hadn't been back to Hangzhou for many years, was suggested by Yingshuang to build a bamboo house in Yunnan for the tea museum, so he justifiably went back to his hometown.Yingshuang said that in this way, he could be considered to have contributed to this great event.The bamboo building is built on the slope in the museum. Before it was built, many tourists came to take pictures in front of the building.Brown was very proud of this. He drank a little rice wine and was slightly drunk with acid enzymes, but he would never fall from the bamboo building. He rode on a bamboo pole. The wall, the bamboo plantain, couldn't help rising up, and sang loudly: Brother Ganmacha on the other side of the mountain, why haven't you come yet? Bring your horses and pack the girl's new tea! Carry the song in my heart, savor the words in my heart carefully, Brother Cha—— He yelled that "Brother Tea" so loudly that the lingering sound lingered around the tea, and Baiyun Mountain was full of his "Brother Tea".Everyone laughed when they heard it, but Little Brown cried while riding on a bamboo pole. He thought of Defang and Aiguang, and their swaying figures like green leaves sinking into the bottom of the water... His "tea brother" did not affect the tea culture seminar held in the hotel opposite the Tea Museum. The May 71 Project, which was once the source of coups and conspiracies, is now the Zhejiang Hotel, which is performing Chinese and Japanese tea ceremony brewing. Among the Chinese tea bloggers, there is Hang Yesheng, the successor of the Kangjia tea story, who appeared as a young female teacher in the Tea Department of Huajiachi Agricultural University.Aunt Pan taught Ye Sheng how to make tea with her hands.Ye Sheng also spent a lot of her spare time thinking about tea art. Among the tea ceremony experts from Japan, there is a woman in her sixties with curly hair. From her appearance today, one can still see her dignified beauty back then.Her performance is unique, gorgeous kimono accompanied by a modern piano concerto, dazzling tea sets, movements almost dancing, far from the restrained and dull state of the traditional Japanese tea ceremony.Decha noticed that among the Japanese tea people sitting under the stage, some couldn't help covering their mouths with handkerchiefs, and smiled lightly.Decha thought, maybe this is a deviant move in Japan.This is a deliberate and self-conscious secularity, and he remembered the name: Xiao Di Xiao He.After the performance, he didn't see her again, and later, he gradually forgot about her. Since the second International Tea Culture Symposium was held in Changde, China in 1992, the third session was held in Kunming, China in August 1994, the fourth session was held in Seoul, South Korea in 1996, and the fifth session will return to Hangzhou, China in 1998. Hangde Tea has been very busy throughout the summer. As a senior tea culture research expert, he was hired as a consultant by relevant parties at the meeting. Research is almost a hack.In comparison, the influence of Hang Han and his daughter as tea experts in the domestic and foreign tea circles is more well known.Therefore, when a missing person notice letter was sent to China, Mr. President of the China International Tea Culture Research Association, as the recipient, first sent someone to deliver the letter to Ms. Hang Yingshuang, an expert and official. The letter was sent from Kyoto by the Japanese woman named Xiaodi Xiaohe. She is the founder of the Lily School of Japanese Tea Ceremony.Ten years later, he established his own Lily School and started frequent contacts with the Chinese tea industry.This time, her tea ceremony troupe was also invited.The meeting will be held in October 1998, but Xiaojue Xiaohe sent a letter suddenly, saying that he wanted to rush to Hangzhou before the meeting, and hoped that the president would help her find out about her father who died in Hangzhou. When creating the International Peace Pavilion in the China Tea Museum, Xiao Zong and Xiao He contributed a lot.Once the museum is completed, tea people all over the world will have their own largest event in China, a big tea-producing country. O.In the growing tea culture activities, this is undoubtedly a major event that can be recorded in history.Mr. President attaches great importance to this matter.It was in this letter that he learned for the first time that Ms. Xiaojue's father died in Hangzhou as a Japanese soldier who invaded China. He drank the tea ceremony and embarked on the road of Sino-Japanese friendship. It was out of a certain intuition that the respected chairman thought of the father and daughter of Hang Han who were of Japanese descent.Mr. Chairman, who once served as the chairman of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, is familiar with the tea expert Hang Han, and thus also met Hang Yingshuang, a rising star of the Hang family.There are father and daughter, the father is old and still focuses on his tea cultivation, while the daughter's career is in the comprehensive development and utilization of tea.The president quickly forwarded the letter to them. Yingshuang immediately sent the letter to the elder brother's tea place, also based on an intuition, she felt that this lady and the Hang family would have some kind of inseparable relationship.Decha got this letter, read it roughly, and fully understood what was going on. He turned it to his grandfather, and before he finished reading it, Hang Jiahe stopped letting his granddaughter read it, and found a photo by rummaging through the boxes and chests. In the photo, the girl with curly hair under the cherry tree, although she is far from today's 60-year-old Wen, can still recognize her at a glance. That night, he talked with his grandfather for a long time, and his grandfather told him that there was indeed a little thing left behind before the little excavator threw himself into the lake.In addition to returning the Mansheng pot, he also put a pocket watch in the pot. The pocket watch was engraved with the words "Jianghaihu Xia Zhao Jike". He had seen it with his own eyes, and it was Pan'er who showed it to him. "You mean, this watch has always been in Aunt Pan's hands?" Decha asked cautiously. "And that Manson pot." Grandpa replied with his eyes closed. "But we've been here for so many years, haven't we seen that pot again?" Decha couldn't help but wonder. Hang Kiln, who was studying in the Arts and Crafts Department of the Academy of Fine Arts, thought of it and reminded: "I remember my father said that he helped Aunt Pan bury a pot, and there was a watch in the pot." Fang Yue, as an expert on Chinese porcelain, is touring the United States to exhibit fine ancient Chinese porcelain. Where can I get back in a while, but Hang Kiln remembered it again. My father seems to have said that when the pot was buried that day, Aunt Jicao was also there Yes, and Uncle Brown was there too.But Jicao and Brown are not here right now, and the family can really leave. Not to mention Brown is in Yunnan, but Jicao and Luo Li have gone to their hometown in Northeast China.The two of them are already seventy years old, and they have lived a life of ups and downs. How many people who have experienced them will be sad if they live less than half of their lives. How many of them can live more and more freshly like this couple, as if they are determined to take away their youth. Same back.After being rehabilitated, the two of them started a big domestic tour, going to one place a year, and they spent all the reissued money on the road.Fortunately, Jiahe had their phone number, and immediately asked Decha to dial it. Coincidentally, it was Hang Jicao who answered the call.After hearing what he said, she didn't take it seriously, and said, "You guys are really worried about eating carrots. The Mansheng pot was handed down from your ancestors. No one knows how valuable it is. For so many years, no one mentioned it when it was buried in the soil. What? Don’t even think about it. Pan’er has never been married all her life, and she talks about God every day. She just wants to be quiet. Now a Japanese woman has come. Even if she is the daughter of that little digger, there is no need for us to serve her. What kind of devil is her father, and what has he done to our Hang family? Bloody feud! You don’t remember, but my elder brother and I remember it!” As he spoke, Ji Cao became agitated, and there was a cry in his voice. "Look at Grandpa's severed finger, you won't use this kind of thinking again!" After receiving a call from Aunt Jicao, even Hangdecha, who was already leaning towards Xiaodi Xiaohe, began to waver.As for Yaoyao, like Decha, Yingshuang, who was older than him, and Yesheng, who was younger, he knew nothing about it.But Hang Kiln, a craftsman who specializes in making purple clay teapots, has a strong interest in this Mansheng teapot, and he really wants to see it quickly. Hang Kiln knew very early on that he had no anti-family blood.America does have his grandma. Although grandma is dead, she left behind a legacy. There is also the American pilot Etter. This matter is almost completely indifferent, he could have gone out with his father, and Old Etter even sent him an invitation, but Uncle Wangyou declined.Yaoyao thought, Uncle Wangyou's stay in China cannot be said to have nothing to do with his first Zisha teapot exhibition.He now wholeheartedly hopes that his Zisha teapot exhibition will be a success and live up to the painstaking efforts of the old people for him.He thought, if he had such a Mansheng pot, even if he borrowed it for a few days to set it up, it would be good for him. He is from the Hang family, and his name is Hang Yao! That night, he told his new wife, Yesheng, what was on his mind.The next day, they went straight to Longjing Mountain. They lingered for a long time in the completely dilapidated Buddhist courtyard. They saw the two plum trees that had experienced eight hundred years of vicissitudes, and they also saw the ruined temple. There are some tea canopies growing beside the mountain spring, but who knows which tea canopy the Mansheng pot is buried under? Yesheng shook his head and said to Yaoyao: "No, I can't ask Aunt Pan for this, she dragged me up with one hand, I can't dig out the pain in her heart." Hang Pan returned to her former residence in Longjing Mountain. Every Sunday, she still went to the church in the city. Her life can be described as unchanging. Ye Sheng looked at the Shifeng Tea in Banpo, narrowed his eyes, and said, "At the end of the Cultural Revolution, that man committed suicide, and his wife died along with him. The incident was full of turmoil, and the family never mentioned it. You Remember? Not even you." "How old were you at that time and what can you remember?" Yaoyao knew who "that person" Yesheng was talking about, "Besides, he never raised you for a day, and this matter has nothing to do with you. I hope that because Auntie can support you, She is very happy." Tears began to fill Yesheng's eyes: "You're not right, I didn't forget everything. I was not young at that time, and I can still remember the way that man came to me and grandpa that night. I drank so much wine that I couldn't even stand up." That autumn night, people were having a carnival on the street, and Wu Kun came to see his daughter for the last time.Many times before that, he followed behind quietly, without letting her and the hang family find out, this time there is nothing to hide. He met Hang Jiahe at the gate, and Yesheng was about to lead him to Qinghefang Cross Street to watch the parade.Their sudden encounter in the night obviously surprised Jiahe. He said: "I ask you one thing. Wait until the tea comes back, and give these materials to him. I found it today when I was sorting things out. I collected them for him before I went to the island that year. I didn't keep them at the time. Now they are ruined." It's a pity to lose it. I will definitely need it after I get the tea." He spoke reluctantly, his voice was very soft, as if his strength had been exhausted. Jiahe obviously hesitated, and pushed Yesheng to go and get it.Ye Sheng walked forward hesitantly, and took the big envelope. Suddenly, she was hugged by Wu Kun, and he said slowly, "Daughter, daughter, my daughter, it's my daughter, it's my daughter." My daughter..." His mouth was on Yesheng's little face, and Yesheng screamed loudly in fright, and the great grandfather screamed wildly.Jiahe's blood surged up, screamed loudly, rushed forward, grabbed Yesheng, and shouted: "What are you doing, what are you doing! Your road is coming to an end! Your days are coming to an end!" Wu Kun didn't seem to care about the old man's yelling, he immediately came to his senses, let go of Ye Sheng, and stood still.Jiahe took Yesheng back to the compound, and slammed the door shut.After an unknown amount of time, the door opened, and Jiahe walked out alone. He asked softly, "Are you still there?" "I'm here." Wu Kun replied. "My eyes are broken and I can't see anything. You said just now, can I come back with tea?" "You're right, our days are coming to an end, and your days are beginning." He smiled wryly, and answered the question irrelevantly.He suddenly felt very tired, and he felt that all his words were unnecessary. "Do you want to leave?" Jiahe asked as if sensing something. "Will never come again." Jiahe was silent, he was weighing the real meaning of this sentence. "What are you holding in your hand?" "Tea…" "I thought it was wine." He smiled wryly. Jiahe thought of the young man who visited on a starry night many years ago, and he seemed to hear Ye Zi's hurried steps when he went to fetch wine for him. A burst of gongs, drums and slogans rushed through again like a tide, and then returned to the silence of the autumn night. They heard a few autumn insects trembling in the corner of the wall. "Do you have anything to say?" the old man finally asked. The young man thought for a while, looked up and said, "No comment." These were the last words he said, and then he left the autumn night and disappeared into the darkness after a while. In the dark, the old man of the Hang family held a cup of tea in his hand.Ye Sheng behind the door heard their conversation. Now, the Mansheng Pot is quietly lying in the old man's arms. Pan'er personally sent the pocket watch in the pot to Ms. Xiaojue. They should be boating on the lake at the moment.The pot was made by Wangyou himself, and the Hang family didn't know what kind of communication he had with Pan'er, they only knew that Pan'er led Wangyou to the place where the Mansheng pot was buried without any fuss.After getting out the pot, Lin Wangyou accompanied Pan'er to meet Xiaojue again. He knew that without his company, this conversation would not be possible. Lin Wangyou, the forest guard, has passed the year of his destiny. Like a cup of tea, he is not always remembered.He stayed in the mountain, as if he was waiting for the call of someone from outside the mountain. Once the major event was over, he would return to the mountain forest. He is the person who knows Hang Jiahe best. Dangdecha called him and told him that his grandfather wanted him to go back to Hangzhou. He hardly asked any questions. The next morning, he was already in front of Jiahe. Jiahe's eyes were blurred, he smelled the air and said, "Wangyou..." Wangyou brought the breath of the mountains, Jiahe could smell it.He said: "Wangyou, the International Peace Hall of the Tea Museum is about to open. In October this year, thousands of international tea experts will come..." The Hang family knows all the big things about the Tea Museum, and Hang Decha is their special researcher. Wangyou said: "Uncle, tell me, what do you want me to do?" Jiahe thought for a while before saying, "Go and find Pan'er..." He knew that only Wangyou could speak to Pan'er, and only Wangyou was qualified to speak. The wheelchair reached the entrance of the Tea Museum, and Hang Jiahe asked them to stop the car.He looked ahead and saw the red, white and green fairyland-like place in front of him. He pointed in that direction and asked, "Is this the Tea Museum?" Both Decha and Yesheng nodded in agreement, Hang Jiahe also nodded, and said: "...It's exactly the same as what I saw when I was twenty..." Ye Sheng looked at Hang Jiahe in surprise, and asked in a low voice, "Grandpa, did you see the Tea Museum eighty years ago?" Hang Jiahe nodded, raised the hand with one broken finger, pointed to the front, and said slowly and clearly: "The other day you Mr. Zhao took me down from the mountain, it was here, I saw it, the red one , white, green, exactly the same as what I see now-…" Ye Sheng looked nervously at her father Hang Decha, and he was not as nervous as she was. She breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Then, did others see it too?" Hang Jiahe shook his head, and didn't answer the great-granddaughter's words. He just pointed to the front, and then put the Mansheng pot in his arms again.When the breeze blows the tea mountain, the tip of the tea will be active, and the birds will start to sing in the heart of the tea. It seems as if a green wave has surged out of the tea garden, pushing them, and slowly driving towards the place they want to go... Amidst the silence, I alone heard the harmony... At 20:12 on n 28, 1998