I send the teacher's door to heaven

Chapter 86
"What interesting thing attracts you?"

Hua Chaoyang knows Ah Li too well, he is not a curious person at all.

It was just an excuse for him to coax her.

A Li said while peeling the seeds on the plate: "I saw the old eunuch who bought diving eggs."

"He? What did you see him doing?" Hua Chaoyang suddenly remembered Wu's slip of the tongue.

"He stood in front of a person with a promise, like a grandson. There is absolutely no arrogance in front of you and me."

"That's the case? Who can make him lower his profile and make promises?"

Hua Chaoyang pondered carefully and recalled Wu's judgment: "I want to tell Tian and tell the president, you, you are amazing. It's really a great blessing for my country."

With a sudden slap on the table, Ah Li's peeled melon seeds almost jumped onto the table.

A Li guarded the melon seeds on the plate and glared at Hua Chaoyang: "The wind?"

"You're just exhausted. I suddenly remembered that Judge Wu said a wrong sentence, and then think of the scene you saw, and I feel that this planting society is not simple."

Hua Chaoyang briefly repeated Wu's judgment to A Li, and then analyzed it again: "The word 'heaven' he said wrongly refers to the emperor?"

"Keep your voice down. I'm afraid others won't hear it." A Li looked around and found that everyone around him was paying attention to the story of the storyteller, so he asked Hua Chaoyang, "You made up this story, right?"

Hua Chaoyang raised his eyebrows: "I found out that I have talent in this area. Maybe one day I'll have enough to be a master and uncle, so I'll find a place to hide my name and make up stories to make money."

"You know how to make money, and you don't have anything else on your mind for a day. You don't need to cultivate with your heart."

Ai looked worried.

Hua Chaoyang quickly interrupted: "Let's not talk about this, let's talk about the background of Zhiling Club."

"Who is behind Zhiling Club has nothing to do with you and me. Just do what you want to do. Don't gossip like that."

"I'm just curious." Hua Chaoyang's eyes lingered on the tea guests for a long time, their ears were full of them asking about Xiancha, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Still not enough appetite.

Just wait a few more days.

A Li suddenly patted off the crumbs of the melon seed skin in his hand, and pushed the plate in front of Hua Chaoyang: "It's too tired, I don't want to eat it, don't waste it, you can eat it."

Hua Chaoyang retracted his gaze, looked down at the plate full of melon seeds, grinned and wanted to laugh, fearing that A Li would understand that he had seen through his mind and couldn't let go, so he frowned and nodded.

"That's too much. Don't your hands hurt?"

As he said that, he grabbed a large amount of sunflower seeds and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it contentedly: "It's really boring."

Inside is a joy.

There's no way, who let A Li be so rude.

To deal with this kind of person, you must not follow him, just screw with him, that's right.

A Li stretched out his hand to pull the plate back, and Hua Chaoyang immediately squatted on his back to block it.

"Hmph." A Li withdrew his hand, his face tensed.But the corners of his eyes and brows were dyed with a smile.

After eating the melon seeds and drinking all the tea, the awkwardness of the two of them was enough. When he was about to get up and leave, the old man who was talking on the stage happened to see Hua Chaoyang. Voice: "Guests walk slowly."

He stepped down from the stage in a hurry and stopped Hua Chaoyang.

"Oh, I've been waiting for you for a few days. I look forward to your coming every day."

When all the tea guests heard the climax, their hearts were raised, but the storyteller was half-hearted, and ran to chat with an unremarkable follower, what are you doing?

There were people who were close to them, who were too far away to slap the table, venting their dissatisfaction.

"What are you doing, storyteller, don't you want to do it?"

"Speaking of the highlights, who are you hanging on?"

"Come on, little Er, the store's Er, get the storyteller on the stage."

There was a commotion underneath, and both the shopkeeper and the shop assistant ran over, wondering how the prudent storyteller could make such a fuss.

Hua Chaoyang looked at the sweat on the storyteller's head and smiled: "Are you looking for me?"

"Something, something." The storyteller shook off the shop assistant's hand, grabbed his arm, stepped forward and prayed to Hua Chaoyang: "I beg the girl to give me another tube of Huaxian tea."

He made a lot of money by relying on this tube of tea given by Hua Chaoyang. Seeing the bottom of the tea leaves and the lack of money, he looked forward every day to meet the people who brought the tea to the world.

Today finally came, he couldn't care about anything else.

Hua Chaoyang spread his hands in embarrassment: "Temporarily out of stock. The yield of the divine tea tree is low. If you want it, you have to be patient."

The light in the storyteller's eyes dimmed instantly: "I have to wait. Then how do I find the girl."

Hua Chaoyang told him the name of the inn where he was staying, and he immediately recited and memorized it.

When the onlookers heard the conversation between the two, some smart people suddenly wondered, and had a strange feeling about the ordinary-looking follower in front of them.

Someone asked the storyteller: "Is your fairy tea from her?"

"Yes."

"Did you grow this tea?"

This sentence is asking Hua Chaoyang.

Hua Chaoyang crossed his arms and said, "It's me."

"Are you a spirit planter?"

Someone asked her again.

"of course."

"Very good, I want to buy your fairy tea, as much as I want."

"I want to buy it too. I want to buy it too. Don't squeeze me, queue up."

The shop assistant standing by the side looked at Hua Chaoyang, and suddenly remembered that it was a guest official who came here to drink tea a few days ago.

She also put tea in storage here.

At that time, I saw that she was ordinary in appearance, and she was not particular about her dress, and I despised her at heart.

Unexpectedly, the immortal tea that has been fried in the market these days came from her hands?
The shop assistant glanced at Hua Chaoyang again.

Hey, it seems that he still has more than half of the tin of tea she kept here.

Did you post it yourself.

He stepped back quietly, so as not to be seen by Hua Chaoyang, he remembered the matter of storing tea leaves.

The scene was messy, making Ah Chen annoyed.

He pulled Hua Chaoyang's sleeve and motioned her to go with his eyes.

Hua Chaoyang was full of meaning, and wanted to add more firewood to the future of tea selling, so he raised his finger and pointed to the second shopkeeper who was walking towards the back hall.

"Hey, runaway, take out the tea I put with you last time."

The second shop assistant shook his legs, feeling a little chill in his heart.

Hua Chaoyang was bold, and asked Xiao Er to make a few pots of tea, so that everyone present could have a share and taste it.

There was a small half pot of tea left, and the storyteller wanted to ask for it, and Hua Chaoyang gave it to the second shopkeeper.

"I have to trouble you to keep it safe. I'll come back when I'm free."

Shop [-]: /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ This question is too difficult.

Hua Chaoyang and A Li left the teahouse. The tea guests sipped tea and discussed that they would go to the spiritual planter named Yang Zhaohua to buy tea in a few days.

Hua Chaoyang took A Li's hand, bent over and asked him, "Do you have a way to set up a transmission array from Taixu Sect to Phoenix City?"

　Thanks for the fallen leaves.Thanks to the operating officer Guo Xia and the partners who voted for it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)