Portable space

For the next two days, whenever Zhang Taiping was free, he locked himself in the study in the back room, entered the space, and brewed all the fruits on the trees into wine. Zhang Taiping did not take out the wine and put it in the cellar, but They dug a big hole in the space, put the wine in it and buried it. It won't be long before it will become a rare old wine in the world.

The 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month is a small year in the traditional sense. Fan Ming and Xing Rushui had no intention of leaving. Zhang Taiping guessed that the two of them might stay here to celebrate the new year.It doesn't matter if you stay, there is no shortage of houses in the family, and there are more people and liveliness, it is much better than the desertedness of the New Year's Eve.

2324 is also the day of offering sacrifices to the kitchen stove. On this morning, some people began to prepare for the next half day of offering sacrifices to the kitchen stove.Xiaonian Xiaonian also has extraordinary significance in the last few days of the year. People will always treat it as a rare festive festival, cook a table of sumptuous dinner, and the family sits together for reunion.

But today, Zhang Taiping’s family does not offer sacrifices to stoves, because there is a saying, “Zhang Wang, Li Zhao 24 black sacrifices to stoves”, which may not have any regulations in the city, and some areas don’t even have the small year of offering sacrifices to stoves.But in the rural areas of Guanzhong, people follow this statement. Generally, people with the four surnames of "Zhang Wang, Li Zhao" will worship the stove on the 24th night. Of course, Zhang Taiping's family will stay on the 24th night.

At noon, Cai Yazhi called Zhang Taiping to the front yard, and pointed to Yizhi Mountain in the south, which seemed to be piercing through the clouds.Zhang Taiping understood that what she meant was the New Year, so he invited his grandfather who lived on the mountain all the year round to come down to celebrate the New Year together.Zhang Taiping has been thinking about this matter in his heart for the past two days, when he heard Cai Yazhi's thoughts, he immediately moved towards Yizhishan.

At noon in winter, there is not much cloud and no rain and fog. You can see the mountain from the bottom of the mountain straight up into the heaven.The higher you go, the colder the air is. In summer, there may be thin ice on the top of the 3000-meter-high mountain in the Zhongnan Mountains. What's more, it is still winter. As the altitude rises, it becomes more and more dry and cold. A piece of snow didn't even melt at all, but this was not a problem for Zhang Taiping.

A small path has been stepped on where the snow still exists on the mountain, which shows that the old man does not stay on the mountain all the time, and he will often go down the mountain to do errands or hunt, but he has never been to the house.

When Zhang Taiping reached the top of the mountain, the old man was already waiting in front of the door.There is no trace of wind at the bottom of the mountain, but at a height of a thousand meters, the wind is like a blade, piercing the bone.The old man obviously saw him coming up the mountain, he had already been waiting at the door for a long time, when he saw him coming, he turned and went into the house without saying anything, Zhang Taiping followed behind and also went in.

After entering the house, Zhang Taiping didn't take off his shoes to get on the kang, but said, "Where is the pot for boiling water?"

The old man thought that he wanted to boil hot water to warm his body, and said, "It's under the chopping board, go and burn it yourself."

Zhang Taiping took out the kettle from under the chopping board, filled it with water and put it on the stove with charcoal.Instead, I made a pot of tea using the method of making tea I found on the Internet. The tea was filled with a purple sand pot obtained from a stone house in the mountain, and the tea was also old tea picked from the tea trees in front of the stone house.

After cooking, I first poured a cup for the old man.The old man picked up the misty teacup, sniffed it, and tasted it with a sip. The fragrance was strong and the taste was long, as if he was tasting the history that had been accumulated for hundreds of years. He glanced at Zhang Taiping and said, "Tea is a good tea. The tea leaves, this purple clay pot are also good, but the way the tea is picked and roasted is a bit poor, which spoils the good tea leaves. Another thing is that your method of making tea not only ruins the tea leaves, but also the purple clay pot.”

Zhang Taiping smiled awkwardly and said: "I roasted this tea myself, and I only learned the method of making tea recently, so the skill must not be perfect. I still have some raw tea that has not been roasted here, why don't you fry it yourself, Grandpa." As he spoke, Zhang Taiping took out another bag of tea and handed it to the old man who was sitting cross-legged on the kang.

The old man took the tea leaves in Zhang Taiping's hands, looked at them and said: "It is indeed the best tea, where did you pick it?"

Zhang Taiping said the part that can be said in the stone house: "This is picked from several thousand-year-old tea trees in front of a stone house in the mountain. This purple sand pot was also obtained in that stone house. Well, I also got it in the stone house. I have a set of sword manuals."

"Stone house? Knife book?" The old man frowned and stopped holding the teacup in his hand.

"Grandpa should know that there is a big reservoir in the mountain, right?"

"Well." The old man nodded, "Have you been there?"

"Yes, some friends and the rich old man went together a few days ago. The stone house is in a cliff valley to the east of the reservoir. In the yard in front of the gate, two Sijigui trees are planted. Judging from the age of the trees, they have been thousands of years old. There are a few tea trees planted in front of the stone house, and at least two hermits lived there, one of whom was a martial arts master, and left a copy of the knife manual." He put his hand into his pocket and removed the knife manual from the space out.

The old man was taken aback when he read the preface of the book Qian, Zhang Wufu?He has heard of this name before, and it can be regarded as thunderous in a certain field. He closed the book and said without reading the following content: "I didn't expect this person to live in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests of Zhongnan Mountain."

Returning the book to Zhang Taiping, he continued: "It is your blessing to get this sword book and his inheritance, but in this peaceful age, it seems that having a sword book is of no great use." No Telling Zhang Wufu's deeds did not ask Zhang Taiping about the stone house, which made Zhang Taiping's well-prepared rhetoric very embarrassing.

"Go, go outside and see how your kung fu is doing."

When he came to the open space in front of the house, Zhang Taiping put on a posture and did a few sets of sharp and powerful punches, and then he calmed down and started Zhang family's Taijiquan.The old man's eyes lit up when he saw Zhang Taiping's Taijiquan. After Zhang Taiping took a few moves, the old man lowered his clothes and jumped into the arena to adopt the same posture, ready to perform two moves with Zhang Taiping.

Both of them are Taijiquan, with the same origin, but Jiang is still old and spicy. Although the old man is not as powerful as Zhang Taiping, his understanding of the essence of Taiji is much deeper than Zhang Taiping.

After a few strokes, the old man jumped away, with a smile on his face for the first time and said: "Yes, it's good to be able to practice Tai Chi to this extent." Zhang Taiping's understanding of Tai Chi has reached a level, although not as far as the old man's Well, no wonder the old man gave a rare compliment.

The two entered the house again, sat on the kang and sipped fragrant tea. The old man asked, "What are you doing here today?"

"En." Zhang Taiping considered his words: "New Year is coming soon, and tomorrow will be the 24th year. I would like to invite grandpa to go down the mountain to celebrate the New Year together." After speaking, he looked at the old man.

This time the old man didn't scold Zhang Taiping directly, nor did he rush to refuse. Instead, he frowned and thought, as if there was some unsolvable problem.

Zhang Taiping carefully probed: "Is there any difficulty for Grandpa?"

The old man glanced at Zhang Taiping, then looked at the direction behind the house through the window, sighed as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Okay, I'll go down the mountain with you, but I'm not sure when I'll come up again , then you don’t have to look for me again.”

It can be seen that the old man is not a heartless and determined person, and he also wants to live with his grandson to enjoy the family relationship, but for some reason he has been imprisoned on the top of the mountain. It is already very good to invite the old man down the mountain. If the old man is furious and changes his mind because of asking a word, then it is called wanting to cry without tears.

The old man didn't have anything to clean up, he just held the purple clay teapot that Zhang Taiping sent, and he seemed to like this teapot quite a bit.

People in their 80s are not much worse than some young people in the city who only know how to stay in front of the computer and don't pay attention to exercise. They are even more sensitive than others.

The house has changed a lot in the past six months. The old man noticed many differences when he first entered the house. It may be due to nature. The first thing he observed after entering the house was the layout of the house.

Fan Ming and Xing Rushui were taken aback when they saw Zhang Taiping coming in with the old man. Although the old man was old, his face didn't have the slightest look of death like other old people of this age. On the top of the head is a bun on the head of a Taoist priest, and hairpins cut from bamboo are randomly inserted. He is dressed in a Tang suit. He looks like a fairy, and he has the taste of an old mountain fairy.

Cai Yazhi and Cai Xiaomei hurried forward to greet her. The old man handed the purple sand pot in his hand to Cai Yazhi and said to Cai Yazhi: "I haven't seen you in a few years. My little girl is already so big. It's really a big girl."

Cai Xiaomei blushed in a rare way, she understood that the old man remembered her when she was a child, at that time she would always play with Zhang Taiping and Cai Yazhi with two tubes of snot in her nose, but time flies, and she became a beautiful girl in a blink of an eye big girl.

Seeing the old man, Yaya jumped up happily, and the old man smiled and hugged the little Yaya. It can be seen that the old man has no patriarchal concept, and he likes little Yaya very much.

Fan Ming and Xing Rushui have long heard from the villagers that there is an old man in the Zhang family who is over 80 years old and lives alone on the mountain all the time. Come to see you.Fan Ming also called out Grandpa, but Xin Rushui didn't know what to call him. If the age gap between uncle and uncle was too big, it would be a bit exaggerated, but if he called Grandpa, the seniority of himself and Fan Ming would be determined, so why don't we just say something? He didn't call out, and bent half of his body and bowed in salute.

The old man smiled and nodded at the two of them. He was a sophisticated air, and he could tell at a glance that Xing Rushui was extraordinary, so he didn't say much.But his eyes stayed on Fan Ming for a moment, and he frowned.

After dinner, the old man was arranged in the study in the back room.