Mountain Village Xiao Shennong

Chapter 220

In the early morning of the next day, He Chang was holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Zhou Guanglong sent him the Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao, and went up to the mountain.

After he fired a set of tea sets with kiln soil, he took everything and walked to the edge of the small pond to build a hearth with bluestone.

Take the clear mountain spring water that flows down from the upper reaches to make tea.

Si Xia knew that He Changzai was not satisfied with her handwriting yesterday, so she carried the camera up the mountain early in the morning.

Walking into the mountains, he saw He Changzai who was making tea by the pool with a calm face, and couldn't help curling his lips.

I thought to myself, how can this scumbag have the leisure to drink tea elegantly.

But this is not important, the important thing is to make money by making videos.

Si Xia didn't want to disturb He Changzai, so he played a piece of music called Banhusha, and took a sneak shot from a distance.

"The ink has entered the water, cross a pool of blue and white flowers, embrace the five-point red glow, pick bamboo and go home..."

In the live broadcast room, one by one water friends typed one after another.

"My male god is drinking tea. He is dressed too plainly. If he is wearing a Hanfu, he will be a handsome old-fashioned man!"

"Brother, are you going to take the elegant route? Why are you drinking tea? I miss that little brother who painted pornographic pictures before!"

"My little brother drank Dahongpao, it really has style, it's not simple!"

"I think if my little brother drinks a little camellia, it will fit the style of the painting very well!"

"I go to work at three o'clock and one line every day, and I am exhausted. I really envy my little brother who can calm down and drink tea!"

"Me too. I work overtime every day. I'm only [-], and I already have a lot of gray hair!"

"I'm so yearning for this kind of rural life in mountains and rivers, but it's a pity that there are too many things that I can't bear to let go of in the deep city!"

"I have decided that when I get old and earn enough money, I will live the same life as my little brother!"

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He Changzai noticed that Si Xia was coming, but he turned a deaf ear to him and didn't care.

He poured the boiling tea from the teapot into a small and exquisite teacup, squeezed it with his hands, and began to drink it by himself.

He Changzai thought he was a common man, and he brought tea here just to drink tea, to calm his mind.

In the live broadcast room, water friends saw He Changzai with a relaxed and contented look, and typed one after another.

"Brother, I can't find any other words to describe this appearance and style other than elegance!"

"It's so fairy, my heart is pounding like a deer, it's jumping so hard!"

"Girl, in my 18 years, I have never seen a man blushing like this. I'm so pissed!"

"Have you noticed my little brother's tea set? It's actually Ruci!"

"There are four teacups in total, and the carved bamboo orchids, plums and chrysanthemums are so exquisite!"

"Yes, look, and the pine carved on the teapot is really lifelike and vivid!"

"I feel that my little brother was born at an untimely time. If he was born in ancient times, he would be a famous son in the world!"

"The one who is willing to drink tea with Ru porcelain, I am afraid there is only one person in this world!"

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When he used to work, He Changzai was always busy, and even had a meal in a hurry, so he couldn't feel at ease.

Now facing the green mountains and green waters, it feels very comfortable to take a sip of the fragrant Dahongpao.

Tasting tea is very particular, and it is not advisable to drink too much. If you drink too much, it will become something to quench your thirst.

After He Chang drank a small cup, he spread the rice paper on a flat bluestone on the shore.

The ink was poured into the inkstone, grinded with an ink stick, and began to copy Youxian's poems.

After drinking some tea, He Changzai was in a peaceful state of mind. He felt a little better than the state of copying last time. There was no Taoist music played.

……

After about half an hour, Si Xia took a video and went down the mountain.

On the way, she passed Xie Tiao and seven or eight of his disciples.

Xie Tiao glanced at Si Xia, said nothing, and walked towards the mountain with his apprentice.

When a group of people went up to the mountain, they saw He Changzai copying the poems of Youxian by the pool.

Xie Tiao waved to the disciples behind him, signaling them to wait a while before going over.

So, his disciples stood in the distance and started whispering.

"This man is so handsome, but he is dressed a bit plainly. If he dresses up a bit, he will look like a god!"

"Such a young calligrapher, the master is right!"

"I also don't believe it. I have been learning calligraphy since I was four years old, and now I am over 30, and I am still unknown!"

"As the saying goes, this place has beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the scenery is very good. It is very suitable for cultivating sentiment!"

"It is said that beautiful women come out of green mountains and green waters. I really don't know how beautiful the girls in this village are!"

"In this day and age, all the good-looking girls have gone to the big cities to develop. Who would stay in this valley... But the female anchor just now is really good-looking!"

"Look at the set of tea sets on the rock over there, this man is really leisurely and elegant!"

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"Go, follow me to visit this little brother!"

At this time, Xie Tiao saw that He Chang was copying Youxian's poems again, as if he was not going to write any more, and was washing the inkstone, so he said something quickly, and walked over with his disciples.

After He Chang cleaned the inkstone, he turned to look at Xie Tiao and said:

"It's such a joy to have friends coming from afar, let's sit down and have a cup of tea!"

"I originally thought that high scholars like my little brother, who lived in the mountains and forests, were generally high-spirited and withdrawn, and didn't like strangers. I didn't expect you to be so approachable!"

Xie Tiao exchanged pleasantries with He Changzai, and sat around the big bluestone with the tea set.

His disciples are all standing aside and are not qualified to sit down.

He Chang was lighting the fire, took some clean water from upstream, made a pot of tea for Xie Tiao again, and asked him, "Why are you here?"

Xie Tiao picked up a piece of writing that He Chang was copying from the ground, looked it over carefully, smiled, and said:
"Of course I came here to see your writing!"

Surrounded by Xie Tiao, the people who questioned He Changzai just now.

One by one, after seeing the elegant, detached, introverted yet reserved, vigorous yet beautiful characters in the hands of their masters.

They all blushed in embarrassment.

At the same time, I feel a little ashamed, thinking that they are almost all people of the same age group, and some are even older than others.

Why do people have such high attainments in calligraphy, but I am only an apprentice, not even a little famous, I lament that the gap between people is too big.

After reading the words for a while, Xie Tiao was overjoyed with joy on his face, looking at He Changzai with a look of fondness, and said earnestly:
"I don't know if I would like to ask you a question, little brother, can you give me a piece of calligraphy?"

He Changzai frowned slightly, and said seriously: "These things haven't written the chic taste in my heart, it's a bit unsatisfactory!"

"Little friend, the words you wrote may not be good enough in your eyes, but in my eyes, they are already perfect!"

Seeing Xie Tiao's eager eyes, He Changzai said:
"Since you like it, take one away. It's not good to spread too much of this kind of unsatisfactory stuff!"

Xie Tiao nodded and asked, "Little brother, did you ever have a seal, I want you to stamp it for me!"

He Changzai took out the bloodstone seal from his pocket, and the lipstick that Si Xia gave him, but he forgot to take it back.

A layer of lipstick was painted on the seal, and it was covered on the paper in Xie Tiao's hand.

Xie Tiao looked at the seal on the paper with a bright smile on his face.

At this moment, his phone rang, and when he answered the phone, a voice came.

"Master Xie, the National Calligraphy Competition is starting today, and the works are being collected. Come quickly and bring your works. Don't forget that one person can only get three calligraphy works, and you can't take more!"

(End of this chapter)