Chapter 73 Chapter Fourteen Teresa Teng's Song

The things in the tea bowl are not uncommon, especially in the market, many people have drank it, but most of them have not discovered what they are drinking.In the past, tea was in the charge of the government, and later it gradually developed to the folks. Those teas made in individual places are commonly known as foreign roasted tea.Because privately-made teas are blooming everywhere, some people later shoddy them as good ones, and even picked freshly germinated persimmon leaves and mixed them into tea leaves for roasting. Persimmon leaves are very similar to tea leaves, and it is difficult to distinguish them without roasting, let alone the finished product after roasting, and the taste of the brewed tea soup is also a bit the same.This kind of persimmon tea is difficult to see with the eyes, but if there are small flake-like balls floating on the tea surface when ordering the tea, so that the tea soup does not have the proper foam pattern, then the adulterated tea can be detected. .

The Remnant Classic has a saying about this: persimmon leaves are similar to tea, and when lighted, they are faintly like light flakes, and they are like tea noodles, but there are no millet words, which is the experience.Lu Yu, a tea sage, also criticized this kind of behavior: if you mix it with wild plants, you will get sick if you drink it, that is to say, if you mix other leaves into the tea, people who drink too much will get sick. Thanks to his grandfather's accumulation of wealth, my uncle grew up with little suffering, and the tea he drank was of the best variety. Of course, he couldn't drink persimmon tea that was faked as tea.The three cousins ​​must have never drank it before, so they kept muttering, thinking that there was some mysterious tea in the tea bowl.As everyone knows, this kind of persimmon tea is sold like crazy among the people. Some poor people can't buy good tea. They drink persimmon tea all their lives, but they think they are drinking real tea, which makes people feel sad.

My grandfather liked to be with me. He always took me out to see Mingying tea, and taught me how to distinguish the real and fake tea from the folk.My uncle is noble and noble, and has never been in contact with persimmon tea. He can't make up his mind when he drinks it, and he can't tell what is in the tea bowl.I carefully drank three bowls of tea soup, observed the tea noodles, and determined that the three bowls were all persimmon tea. As for their age, I don’t know. Anyway, it is enough to know that it is persimmon tea.But the water used in the three bowls is different. It may be divided into mountain springs, rivers, and wells. I still don’t know how to distinguish the water source, so I can’t write other answers except for the type of tea.

Seeing that my uncle and the three of them hadn't started writing, I had already written the three words "persimmon tea" in black on the white paper. This time my uncle became angry with embarrassment, but he couldn't get angry immediately in front of his children.Looking at my answer, everyone felt incredible. After listening to my explanation, they all thought I was talking nonsense.It is useless to talk too much, only to practice true knowledge. In desperation, I had no choice but to prove that I was right. In addition to the difference in taste, another way is to carefully observe the patterns on the tea surface when ordering tea.The so-called ordering tea, in simple terms, is actually pouring the boiled water in the tea bottle into the teacup.In ancient times, ordering tea and soup was a ritual in the imperial court, which was mostly seen in the notes of Song people.In the Song Dynasty, the Chinese tea ceremony changed, and the method of ordering tea became fashionable.But in modern times, some people use the Tang Dynasty's method of sencha, or drink it directly. There is no one that is the best or the worst.

Different from the method of frying tea in the Tang Dynasty, the method of ordering tea is to put the tea powder in a tea bowl, pour a small amount of boiling water to make a paste, and then pour boiling water, or directly pour boiling water into the tea bowl, and stir with a tea whisk at the same time, so that the tea powder floats up. Form porridge noodles.There is not a clear sentence for ordering tea, so the little cousin questioned whether I can do it, so don't delay the time with excuses.Fortunately, it is just to verify the persimmon tea, so there is no need for too careful process, otherwise I will give up when ordering tea, because there is actually a bit of tea in Dou Cha, and ordering tea in Japan is as serious as a religious ceremony.

I ordered the tea carefully, and when the water was poured into the tea bowl, clusters of small flocs rose up in the soup, and there was no pattern of foam.This left the uncle with nothing to say, and could only admit his failure.Nervous, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Mu Qingxiang had already seen that the tea leaves were persimmon tea, so she let me go to battle alone. Who the hell is she? She actually knows me better than I do. However, the lobby brother refused to admit defeat: "This is not real tea, it's just fake tea, so we can't count as our loser! Let's use other tea leaves to determine the winner in three days' time!"

"How can words not count, you obviously haven't guessed it!" I said angrily, seeing that I would succeed soon, they started playing word games. "Of course not. You have proved it yourself. These three boxes are full of persimmon tea, and they are not real tea leaves. How can it be considered fighting tea?" the little cousin insisted. The uncle also refused to admit it. He said: "They are right, let's talk about it in three days. You only wrote persimmon tea, and you didn't even write the water source and year." I still wanted to argue, but my uncle waved his hand without any objection: "Okay, okay, Lu Jianxin, you can accept it when you see it, everyone go back to sleep, don't make a lot of noise."

In this way, a farce-like tea fight ended, but I still failed to find out the whereabouts of the ancient city of Yuequan.Fortunately, Mu Qingxiang fell asleep long ago, leaving me to fight alone.After everyone dispersed, I wanted to talk to Huang Dejun in private, but my uncle told Huang Dejun to go back to sleep together, and he didn't give us a chance to be alone.In the past two days, Huang Dejun has actually been alone with me a few times, but he didn't mention the "bad guys". I don't know if he is worried about being watched. But this is what I don't understand. If Huang Dejun knew that there were bad people, he could go out to buy vegetables, why didn't he go to report the crime.Even if Huang Dejun is dumb, he must know how to read, otherwise how could he inform me.When Huang Dejun took the tea bowl back, he gave me another mysterious look, but I couldn't read his inner thoughts at all.

This night, I hardly slept, I was thinking about what had happened in the past few days.In the morning, after Mu Qingxiang got up, I ran over to tell her what happened last night.As I expected, Mu Qingxiang was not surprised at all, she had already guessed the ending, so she let me exercise alone.But Mu Qingxiang didn't drink the tea yet, and didn't watch the tea process, so she recognized the persimmon tea just by looking at it twice, which is far better than her uncle. After hearing me say that Huang Dejun reported secretly, Mu Qingxiang also felt strange, she said: "I suspect that there is something wrong with your uncle, are you sure he is your uncle?"

"Why do you ask so suddenly? Although I haven't seen my uncle for many years, his appearance has not changed much. It must be him, unless he has a twin brother." I affirmed. "That's weird." Mu Qingxiang said thoughtfully. "What's wrong, are you talking about ichthyosis?" I asked. "It's not about this matter, but I can't say it now. In short, your uncle may be different from the people you knew before." Mu Qingxiang said seriously. "Hey, after so many years, he will always change a little bit." I didn't care at all.

Regarding the mysterious second floor, I think it is probably the place where persimmon tea is made. Because this kind of tea harms others and benefits oneself, it must not be known to others.As for the organs soaked in formaldehyde, I don't know what they are used for. It is impossible to fake tea and still need animal carcasses.Mu Qingxiang was noncommittal to my guess, neither right nor wrong, which made me feel very boring. At this time, everyone didn't have breakfast because the chicken was dead, so Huang Dejun had to go out to buy some ready-made buns and come back.The little cousin couldn't get used to steamed stuffed buns, she was spoiled and spoiled, so she specially told Huang Dejun to buy a few more catties of peaches, and she had to buy yesterday's peaches.Except for the little cousin, no one ate peaches. Eating peaches early in the morning is not good for health, so all those peaches fell into the hands of the little cousin. I wanted to go out to get some fresh air, so I asked Mu Qingxiang if I wanted to go, because I would get sick from being bored in the house all the time.Mu Qingxiang didn't understand the amorous feelings, and brushed off my kindness, saying that she wasn't going anywhere.I also wanted to be reluctant, who knew that there was a piece of music playing in Huangcuo, and who was playing a song on a tape recorder.The melody of this song is very familiar, it is "The Moon Represents My Heart" sung by Teresa Teng.Mu Qingxiang regained her spirits. She heard the beautiful melody, so she followed the sound with me. It turned out that Huang Dejun was playing music in the main hall. Before entering the main hall, we saw the scratches on the black brick floor again. Although they were not deep or many, they were very conspicuous.This was left when the first dead chicken came out, and the second dead chicken was also left here, but the second time it left no scratches at all.The dead chicken must have been dead when it was on the second floor, or it would have been clucking long ago, but for some reason, the person who killed the chicken wanted to tear the chicken's carcass to pieces.Was that person psychopathic, or was there a reason why he had to do this? When we walked into the main hall, we found that Lao Yan was also standing in the main hall. I thought Huang Dejun was alone, and I wanted to find an opportunity to ask him who the "bad guy" was.When Lao Yan saw me and Mu Qingxiang walking in, he said that although Huang Dejun was dumb, he liked listening to Teresa Teng's songs very much.Don't look at Huang Dejun in a daze, but he is quite romantic in his bones, and he actually likes to listen to this kind of nasty love songs.Huang Cuoli has collected a lot of Teresa Teng's tapes, and none of them are pirated. There are even Nanyang versions, as well as Japanese and Hong Kong versions.It can be seen how much Huang De loves Teresa Teng. If it were me, how could I be willing to spend unreasonable money to buy this kind of rubbish. I really wanted to dismiss Lao Yan, but Lao Yan didn't know whether it was too rigid or intentional. He just refused to walk away, as if to monitor Huang Dejun and not allow him to tip off the news.I sat by the side, pretending to listen to the song, and wanted to wait for Lao Yan to leave.Mu Qingxiang also sat down, and she reminded me softly that at that time in the small wooden house in the Mingling Mountain Col, the mysterious mummy made the last words of "the moon represents X's heart" before death.We have never understood the meaning of the title of this song. We only know that it is a song sung by Teresa Teng. This song is actually not the first song sung by Teresa Teng, and many people have sung this song. So, I asked Huang Dejun, since he likes Teresa Teng so much, does "The Moon Represents My Heart" have any allusions?Huang Dejun couldn't speak, so he wrote a piece of content with pen and paper, telling me that this song was written by Sun Yi and composed by Weng Qingxi. Therefore, it is truly popular in the Chinese world.This song has been sung by several people before, but it was all after 1972. This song can be said to be the reward of hard work, and it was finally appreciated by Bole. I saw the note that Huang Dejun handed over, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, Mu Qingxiang might have noticed it too, she turned her head to look at me, as if saying that there is something wrong with this song!