A piece of paper

Chapter 109 Waiting for Romance
Hyun Jin and Hope Star are caught in a strange cold war situation.She knew they were in a cold war, and he knew they were in a cold war, but she didn't know exactly why they were fighting, why they were fighting, or the sign of the end of the war.

Generally speaking, this battle came without warning and was more arbitrary.

After three mouthfuls of porridge, Xian Jin stuffed a vermicelli bun with vegetarian stuffing into his mouth, made a "bye" gesture to Chen Fu, put the bag on his back, turned around, and collided with the cloudy-faced Chen Jianfang one is right.

Xian Jin walked out without looking sideways. Chen Jianfang's eyes paused, and his eyes moved from the floor so clean that he could not see a hair, to the dark brown four-corner stool, and then to the six or seven white-glazed porcelain bowls. On the table of the dish, he fell into the eyes of his third uncle in a bewildered and unexpected way.

The two looked at each other.

Affectionate and focused.

Chen Fu forgot to stuff the steamed buns for a while.

Kind of embarrassing.

In order to ease the embarrassment, Chen Jianfang stiffly parted the corners of his lips, and for the first time, early in the morning, he began to exchange pleasantries with his third uncle Chen Fu.

"Third Uncle, did you sleep well last night?"

Chen Fu's chopsticks were teetering on the steamed buns, and finally fell, ".Okay. Not bad."

Chen · topic opener · chatter and never constipated person · Fu, the more he talked, the smoother he went, and he entered the complaint process by the way, "It's late autumn, why are there so many mosquitoes? Mom remembers Xun'ai—were you bitten by a mosquito yesterday?"

Chen Jianfang dragged his head down and was caught off guard, "Huh?"

What mosquito?
No mosquito bites.

Maybe they all went to bite the third uncle, and the share given to him was not much.

But I didn't sleep well either.

I tossed and turned in the first half of the night, and just closed my eyes in the second half of the night, but I heard the crowing of roosters.

Chen Fu didn't expect this big steel nephew to give him a heart-warming feedback, so he waved his hand and concentrated on eating his steamed buns.

After a while, Chen Fu said again, "This steamed bun is not as good as the well water sauce pork bun I ate in Qiaolin Town."

Chen Fu rolled his eyes, "The meat buns with well water sauce, I wrote it in the first chapter of "Eighteen Foods in Jing County"—"

The tone was drawn out, and the love brain was waiting for the eldest nephew to fill in the blanks.

The eldest nephew, however, kept his ears to the ground and only counted the rice in the bowl.

Chen Fu: .
It's a pity that he just shared last night's mosquito with this person!

Chen Jianfang really didn't hear what was going on outside the window, his head was full, and even his two ears that didn't have the function of thinking were running at high speed - he didn't understand why Xian Jin was angry?
Are you angry?
Xian Jin has always been open-minded and gentle, so how could he make a face-to-face rebuttal?
why are you mad?
Because he doesn't want her to drink herbal tea?
What is wrong with this move?

Drinking herbal tea at night can damage the spleen, stomach, liver and kidneys, which is harmful but not beneficial.
Chen Jianfang shook his head lightly, or did he think his hand was stretched too far?Or did he think he was trying to control her?

In either case, he always had to say yes.

Just tonight.

When Xian Jin came back from the shop, he would have a serious talk.

Chen Jianfang made up his mind. He stood at the intersection at night but did not wait for Xianjin. He buried his head and walked to the gate of Chen Ji on Shuixi Street, but saw that the store door was closed, but the lantern at the door was on. The words "Chen Ji" just projected on his cheek.

Chen Jianfang lowered his head, avoided the dim light of the lantern, and turned the corner of the street without haste.

There are people coming and going on the corner of the street, and there is a small vendor's shop with "clear soup noodles" hanging, and there is an endless stream of customers.

"Three bowls of noodles in clear soup, take away."

Chen Jianfang said to the proprietress.

Three bowls, Xianjin, Suo'er, maybe that Tuesday dog ​​with all the sinews?
The proprietress smiled and answered "Hey". When she looked up and saw that it was Chen Jianfang, she shook off the noodles quickly and asked Chen Jianfang, "Three bowls? You have one bowl? Last time, that white and thin girl had one bowl? Joe A bowl from the eldest son of the Shanchang family?"

Chen Jian Fang pursed his lips, and after a while, Fang shook his head and did not answer.

The proprietress was trying to be friendly, so let it be fine if the guest didn't answer, she quickly picked up three bowls of noodles, scooped up three bowls of soup, put them in a food box and handed them to Chen Jianfang.

Chen Jianfang held the food box in his arms, and continued to walk towards "Look" on Shuidong Street.

"Look" and no one.

The door was tightly closed, and a large brass lock was attached from the outside.

Both places are empty...

Chen Jianfang involuntarily looked towards Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard.

Master Qiao hasn't come back yet, maybe Xianjin has an appointment with Baozhu?

Chen Jianfang slightly pursed the corners of his lips, hugged the food box tightly in his arms, and waited for a long time at the door of "Look" before turning around.

……

Where did Xian Jin go at night?

She was in Xiaocao Village in the middle of the night.

In the steaming workshop, a pool more than [-] meters long is filled with hot water, and bamboo curtains are spread at the four corners of the east, west, south, and north.

Each of the fifty masters held the cylindrical bamboo curtain with each hand, and rolled their sleeves to the biceps, protruding blue veins and extremely distinct muscle lines burst out under the skin.

"One two, one two!"

It was Li Sanshun who chanted.

Following his chant, everyone raised the bamboo boards in their hands high and then lowered them gently.

Xian Jin watched intently, holding his breath, afraid that the slightest breath would disturb the rhythm of the hands of the elders.

The pond is full of paper pulp, stirred by the bamboo curtain, and the white fluff rolls out from bottom to top like a turbulent wave, which is an undercurrent full of pressure.

Li Sanshun glanced to both sides, "Hey!"

The elders held their breath and inserted the bamboo curtain into the pool of more than ten meters obliquely with their hands, and shook the bamboo curtain twice steadily and quickly in the pulp, so that the pulp was evenly attached to the bamboo curtain. , and quickly put the layer of white wadding evenly spread on the bamboo board on the clean green brick floor.

call--

Xian Jin let out a long breath silently.

Liuzhangxuan.

After half a year of preparation, the production of Shuixi Workshop was almost suspended. Li Sanshun led Zhou Zhougou and Zheng's brothers to concentrate on experiments, looking for high-quality green sandalwood bark, sandalwood straw and kiwi tree vines around Jing County, and made green sandalwood over and over again. The bark was steamed at high temperature and soaked in cold water repeatedly. After the raw materials were optimized to the point where there was nothing better, Li Sanshun finally nodded, "You can try making Liuzhangxuan."

Liuzhangxuan, since Master Li Laozhang passed away, Liuzhangxuan has disappeared in Jing County, and even the entire Xuancheng Mansion.

Fifty master chefs worked hard and divided into two lines to continue to fish for paper.

Master Li Sanshun is still at the helm.

After the first bamboo curtain was successfully picked up, Li Sanshun's face was obviously relaxed, and he listened to the sound of water flow and the rhythm of pulp flowing on the bamboo curtain.

"rise!"

second, third, fourth
Xian Jin stared at the pool intently, sniffed his nose, the tip of his nose was a little sore, and wiped the corners of his eyes, as if dripping with moisture.

No why.

Only for this group of craftsmen, only for the increasingly sophisticated Chinese skills that have been passed down for thousands of years.

Xian Jin applauded for them involuntarily.

How about a saying in later generations?

China is not without luxury.

It is a luxury in China, which can be bought not only with money.

Describing the romance of China's waiting is not only "the flowers are bright and the willows are dark and worrying about the sky, and the city is going up to the top", and it is not just "no one outside the door asks the flowers to fall, and the green shade is spreading all over the world", it is willing to wait for the straw in all seasons Drying with the bark, willing to spend five years waiting for a green sandalwood tree to grow, willing to spend decades waiting for a young boy to grow into a helmsman who listens to the rhythm of the water;
Willing to spend time, make a piece of paper, draw a picture, and wait for someone.

Xian Jin lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, holding back a tear.

This is the romance of China.

(End of this chapter)