Daming Yinghua

"Tongue wrapping?"

Zheng Haizhu was taken aback for a moment, and then came to his senses, that's right, black tea is made from the principle of full fermentation, and the taste is sweeter and mellower than green tea. Yan Siqi drank green tea from Fujian to Japan, so he was naturally not used to it. The thick feeling is described as "wrapping the tongue".

This is exactly the effect Zheng Haizhu is after.

There is no black tea in the world. It was an accidental mistake by tea farmers in the Wuyi Mountain area in the late Ming Dynasty, which caused the newly picked green tea to ferment and produce a bad smell. In a hurry, they tried to save it by drying it with pine wood, but no Chinese wanted to drink it, so they sold it to traders at a low price.Unexpectedly, after the peddler boasted and resold it to foreign merchants, this fully fermented tea was actually more popular than green tea in Europe.

Zheng Haizhu didn't intend to speculate whether foreigners love to drink black tea because of their dietary structure and need drinks with a "heavy" taste like coffee to relieve their boredom. surprise--

The mistake made by the peasants in Wuyi Mountain has not yet appeared!
Yes, after she returned to Fujian, she confirmed again that the tea leaves shipped from Yuegang were all green tea.

The current Ming and foreigners must not have imagined that within a hundred years, the most sold tea in the world trade system will be black tea, and it has always been like this.

This time, when I saw wild tea in Taiwan, I thought that the latitude of Taiwan and the central part of Fujian are similar, and the climate is also similar. Besides, although Grandma Wen is a tribal chief, she is very accepting of new things, and has experience in cooking wild tea. Zheng Haizhu Then he proposed with Wen's grandparents to try full fermentation with wild tea picked this spring.

"Brother Yan, you have been drinking fresh tea for more than [-] years, and you only love the slightly bitter taste of Qinglan, just like us seaside people, how can we eat stinky mandarin fish made in Huizhou. But I was in Songjiang, and I saw missionaries Picked wild tea in Sheshan, kneaded it and cooked it, which is called fermentation, just like making rice koji, then dried and boiled, and added cow and goat milk. They like to drink it.”

Of course it was made up by Zheng Haizhu.

After hearing this, Yan Siqi said, "So that's how it is. Ah Zhu is going to do overseas business." When he looked up again, he saw Wen Akun standing in front of him holding a goat milk jar, and cast a consulting look.

"Okay, I'll try adding some goat's milk." Yan Siqi said softly.

A Kun hurriedly avoided looking at him, and only added milk to the teacup gently with gestures, his cheeks were slightly red, I don't know if it was because of the heat, or a different kind of embarrassment.

Yan Siqi was generous and natural, took a few sips of milk tea, and realized something: "I feel better now. Thinking about it, it is similar to the fact that Hu Shangai in the Western Regions added butter to fried tea in the Han and Tang Dynasties."

Eunuch Liu, like Grandma Wen, savored quietly.

Then, he said with a little regret: "Xianglin left in a hurry. If he was here, it might suit your appetite. The black tea they like to drink in Shijiechuan is somewhat similar to this."

Aunt Wen put down the teacup and turned to Yan Siqi, her kind tone had a hint of discussion: "Yan Langjun, Mrs. Zheng has said several things to me and Ah Kun these days, one is to divert water to encircle the field, Planting seedlings and harvesting rice like Fujian people, second, planting and making tea, third, teaching villagers how to make pewter, fourth, fourth..."

"Fourth, learn to weave cloth with cotton thread," Zheng Haizhu continued, pointing to the Ge maple handkerchief in Yan Siqi's hand, "the sisters and sisters in the village can even twist the twine thread so finely and weave it so skillfully. Weaving is definitely not a problem.” …

Grandma Wen smiled gratefully: "Ms. Zheng said these things, and Ah Kun and I couldn't wish more, but how to make fields and weave cloth, how to attract rice seeds and tea seeds, is up to Mr. Yan Lang."

"Oh, this matter, this matter..."

Yan Siqi couldn't figure out what to respond for a while, he was a reckless hero, he was as familiar with going in and out of the sea, commanding sailors, and dealing in merchants and goods, but if he wanted to manage the people's livelihood of a farm, he was really a layman.

Liu Shimin couldn't hear the urging meaning behind Grandma Wen's words, and thought, this old lady is a quick temper, which is also a good thing.

The more anxious she is to see the sincerity of the court, the more she shows her heart of submission.

Liu Shimin then patted Yan Siqi on the shoulder cheerfully, and teased, "Don't worry, Grandma, Daming wants such a person to be your son-in-law on the island, so why would he be reluctant to give the dowry gift? The other side of the sea is the tea town of Fujian. Son of Heaven, I will send you tea growers and tea planters, and what else, pewter mines. As for cotton, looms, and weavers, you have to rest assured that Miss Zheng's master is the best at it, and the old man will also go to say hello Let them teach Miss Zheng's sister-in-law's natal family to move around frequently in the future."

Grandma Wen nodded happily, "That's good, that's good."

Granddaughter Ah Kun's face turned even redder.

Zheng Haizhu suppressed a smile and said to himself, this sounds like Yan Siqi is quite similar to the scenes of marrying princesses in the past.

But when she glanced at Yan Siqi, she suddenly caught a hint of sadness and resignation in the future Xiongxiong's eyes.

……

It was still a clear night, and the melting moonlight poured down, deeply and shallowly covering the treetops, roofs, fences, and courtyards.

After finishing dinner, Liu Shimin called Yan Siqi and Zheng Haizhu over, and shared some long-term thoughts, including using the bravery of the natives of the South Island to gradually gather the aborigines from other parts of the island and the mixed Han people who migrated from the previous dynasty. The base in Daishan, Zhejiang should also be supported. In this way, it is like controlling the waters from the East China Sea to the South China Sea for the imperial court, and killing the ambitions of the Japanese, Frankie, and Hongyi.

"Brother Siqi, the burden on your shoulders is probably heavier than the responsibility of the generals from Shandong to the coast of Guangfu," Liu Shimin said, getting up slowly and said, "The two of you will discuss and discuss how to become a weaver. Since I came here, the old man ate a lot tonight, so I went to the beach to take a walk to digest food."

After saying that, he greeted a Jinyi guard and followed him out of the fence gate.

Under the moonlight, the two suddenly became facing each other. Rao Zheng Haizhu's mood has always been clear, thinking that the marriage between Yan Siqi and A Kun has been decided after all, and he must know how to avoid suspicion, so he also said with the intention of ending today's conversation: "Song Jiang In fact, with Daishan, brother, think about it carefully, and tell me to do it when I want to leave the island. It would be best to write a handwritten letter to Tang..."

"Azhu, I have two questions for you." Yan Siqi interrupted.

Zheng Haizhu had no choice but to sit on the stump again: "Ask."

"Do you like General Ma?"

Uh……

The obsession of straight men came again.

Zheng Haizhu sighed, raised his face, and stared at Yan Siqi: "General Ma is very good, just as good as you, but we women don't see a very good man, we have to like him, we have to plan to marry him in our hearts." Him. We can respect you, admire you, imitate you, surpass you, help you in the same boat, or treat you as someone you trust more than your relatives.” …

Yan Siqi stared blankly in that gaze, and said softly: "Don't be upset, it's because I don't understand women's minds. I don't have any other bad thoughts, I just want to know what kind of man you will fall in love with."

"I don't know either. Brother Yan, before your heart moves, how do you know why it moves? No matter what kind of person you like, no matter whether it's a man or a woman, you have to meet them before you understand, right?"

Yan Siqi was silent.

He knows what he likes only when he meets him. Of course he understands this truth.

Because I have experienced it myself.

Zheng Haizhu saw that he was gentle and slightly absent-minded, so she took the initiative to break the dullness and said, "You said you have two questions to ask, what about the second one?"

Yan Siqi's gaze refocused, with a hint of sadness.

"Azhu, that day on the boat, you said you didn't want to die with me, you said that, it was..."

"My words are sincere, not angry words."

After Zheng Haizhu caught the second half of Yan Siqi's mumbled words, she sat upright on the stump and looked at Yan Siqi at the same level.

"Brother Yan, even if I changed my life and I really fell in love with you, I can't accompany you to die needlessly, right? Why don't you ask indiscriminately and just follow without hesitation, I can't do it. I'm not Your subordinate, I am me. I have to see first, whether your judgment is right. If not, I have to take you away. If you have a bad temper and refuse to leave, of course I will go by myself. "

Yan Siqi was dizzy from what the woman said.

According to what she advocated in her words, although it can't be regarded as the indifferent behavior of "flying separately in the face of disaster", it is clearly different from the gentle and affectionate style in the man's heart that depends on life and death.

"Azhu," Yan Siqi sighed softly, "I should wake up."

Zheng Haizhu stood up and said without hesitation: "Yes, brother, you should wake up. Don't think about why I don't want to die with you. I am grateful for your righteousness to me from the beginning to now, and I also recognize your character. Honest, that's why I don't have time to think about whether you will die or not, I only care about whether you are living a good life now, I only care about whether I can do my best to help you live better."

She left the stone table and took a few steps, thought about it, then came back, looked down at Yan Siqi, but spoke in a very calm tone.

"Brother Yan, you are not an official of the imperial court. In terms of ability on this island, you are better than us, so whether you will be the chieftain of Taiwan or marry Wen Akun is all up to you to nod. But since you agreed... ..."

Yan Siqi raised her head in the moonlight: "Since I agreed, I will treat Wen Shi well, husband and wife are of the same heart, respect her and protect her, instead of treating her as my subordinate."

Zheng Haizhu stood still for a while, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Akun likes Zhuangzi's "A Happy Journey" very much. When she gave it to her nephew, she remembered Mingyun."

Yan Siqi said: "Okay, I understand."

He said again: "I have told Eunuch Liu that we have invited a famous doctor from Fujian, and perhaps Akun's younger brother's illness can be cured."

……

In the early spring of the last year of Wanli, the female chieftain of the Siraya tribe and the woman from the Han family from her homeland, after tirelessly trying to step on, knead, and ferment the cloth in batches, finally found out the relatively accurate time and ambient temperature, and cooked it without sourness. Black tea that is not astringent or belching.

Zheng Haizhu told Grandma Wen that if the tea grown in Wuyi Mountain in Fujian was used...

And the core village of the tribe, as well as the people of the same tribe who came over hundreds of miles away to participate in the spring sea sacrifice ceremony, were also surprised and delighted to learn that their future female leader, A Kun, will come across the sea with an escort of the pot god, in a heroic manner. The men of the Han family became partners.

After the sea sacrificial ceremony, Yan Siqi took his own men and Liu Shimin's team of brocade guards to build a wooden house with the characteristics of a palace in the open place facing the sea on the wild tea mountain. Mazu empress of local fishermen and sea merchants envelopes.

Today, the men were working in full swing, Wen Akun ran up the mountain and excitedly told Yan Siqi: "General Ma, come back."

Yan Siqi looked in the direction of her finger, and sure enough, she saw a big ship with flags waving, slowly sailing into Dayuan Harbor.

When he and Wen Akun came down the mountain to the beach, the big boat had already lowered five or six firewood boats to transport people and boxes to the island.

Liu Shimin, Grandma Wen, and Zheng Haizhu were talking with Ma Xianglin.

But there were still a few red-haired foreigners standing beside General Ma.

Ma Xianglin was facing the direction of the village, and saw Yan Siqi striding towards him, raised his head and cupped his fists to greet him, pointing at the foreigner: "Brother Yan, this is the Hongyi who bought silk cloth from the Weaving Bureau earlier, and he didn't want to run aground on the east side of Penghu. Our ship happened to pass by, rescued people, and brought back a lot of goods.”

Yan Siqi's heart skipped a beat, and when he was guessing Ma Xianglin's intention to bring the foreigners ashore, Liu Shimin patted Yan Siqi's shoulder with a kind but dignified hostess demeanor, made a circle gesture, and told the Hongyi people: "Yan Siqi My lord, the general stationed on this island."

The leader of the Hongyi people is Gullit.

Spanish Portuguese, Dutch and British maritime merchants are all supported by the royal family or the government. Many of them are responsible for detecting the charts of the Far East, not to mention the most ambitious Dutch.

Gullit went in and out of Moon Harbor very smoothly this time, and he became more courageous. He simply went all the way north, stopped and stopped with the monsoon, and groped to the vicinity of Ningbo Shuangyu Island, where Spanish ships frequently come and go. The vicinity of Penghu Island was investigated, but the Luer waterway was so dangerous that he almost lost his life.

At this moment, Gullit looked at Yan Siqi, but he felt neither fierce nor cunning, but pressed towards him like the shadow of a sail under the sun.

Immediately, bursts of disappointment and laments came into my heart.

According to Mr. Cohen, the Ming government’s coastal defense in Penghu is extremely lax, and the guards on the island are sometimes absent. Optimistically, the heroic and wise Dutch will be able to occupy Penghu and its east side within three to five years. The big island that is as mysterious as the secret place of heaven.

It now appears that this is not the case at all.

On this big island, there are handsome consuls, burly soldiers, and an old but majestic priestess.

Oh God, the city-state of Sparta was nothing more than that.

Oh God, did our Dutch luck run out when we took Batavia (now Indonesia) in the South Sea?
Gullit asked the interpreter who was also rescued, and after politely saying some words of thanks, he looked at Zheng Haizhu with a smile.

"Beautiful lady, we meet again. Fortunately, neither the precious fan nor the beautiful dance skirt fell into the sea."

Zheng Haizhu endured the uneasiness of this old man's greasy feeling, and said with a faint smile, "Don't be too sad if you lose it. We have a lot of good things from Ming Dynasty. Mr. Nederland, you and your partner, what should we do?" Don't try the bck tea that only our Daming has?"

(End of the third volume)