The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 67

This was meant as a joke, but Shuanzi looked at Han Zhu with reverence and awe.

"I know, meeting you is the greatest opportunity in my life."

It rained a little in the evening, Han Zhu took a shower, put on soft satin white pajamas, and sat on a wicker chair under the tree in front of the steps.

Fang Xiuping made a pot of tea for her and put it aside. While pouring the tea for her, she said casually, "What's so good about this tea? Is it worth carrying it back from outside?"

Han Zhu tasted the fragrance of tea, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "There is a tea tree on Mount Emei, which grows on the cliff, absorbs the essence of the sun and moon, grows before the spring rain, and picks it before the shock. After picking the tea, pick it You can get this tea only by frying the small buds."

The mellowness and uniqueness of the tea fragrance is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Han Zhu was lying on the rattan chair at this time, sipping the fragrance of tea, closing his beautiful eyes, thinking about his little senior sister.

Why is it called Little Senior Sister, because Senior Sister started her career earlier than her, but she is ten years younger than her.

After she became seriously ill at the age of 17, she studied under her master. At that time, Song Jiaolan was only seven years old, but she had already worshiped under her master.

Song Jiaolan, at the beginning, tried to put on airs as a senior sister and interfered with Han Zhu, but she soon discovered that Han Zhu, who is a genius in mathematics and science, is like a godsend in learning Yi Xue.

When Han Zhu was 20 years old, his attainments were comparable to Song Jiaolan's.

When Han Zhu was 24 years old, a paper at the Yi Xue Conference was even more amazing and became famous all over the world.

And in that year, another thing happened, that is, Ao, who was a prince at that time, needed a tutor.At that time, Song Jiaolan, who was a classmate with Ao, accidentally mentioned Han Zhu, so Ao's tutor was officially appointed as Han Zhu.

Han Zhu was not willing at first. If others were willing to accompany the prince to study, she might not be willing to bend down to pay for the three buckets of rice.

But after seeing someone Ao, she felt... In fact, teaching such a student is really a kind of enjoyment.

As for later...

Han Zhu tasted the tea fragrance, the tea fragrance was slightly bitter, but it was the bitterness that left people with endless aftertaste.

A warm and helpless smile appeared in Han Zhu's eyes.

Just when Han Zhu was lost in his own thoughts, Fang Xiuping was staring at the tea in puzzlement, pondering, "How expensive is this, how much tea can be produced a year for only one tree!"

Han Zhu smiled, walked out of the memory, and looked at the tea ceremony with a smile: "There are several levels, it should be one or two catties in total."

As for the top-grade Xiaoya that I drink now, that's really up to two.

It's only a few taels a year, because the family in Rongyuan doesn't like tea, so apart from the special offerings, occasionally a little bit of it can be lost.

What kind of person is the abbot master of Shaohua Temple, and what kind of dignitaries and dignitaries he makes friends with.

Sending gold and silver utensils would be a blasphemy to the master, and the money is given in large quantities as sesame oil money. Besides, you have to show something, right?So in order to be arty, calligraphy, painting and tea became the favorite of those people.

In fact, Han Zhu in his previous life was also the same. He collected all kinds of tea utensils, calligraphy and paintings.

After drinking tea and eating, Han Zhu went back and turned on his computer to surf the Internet.I haven't surfed the Internet for several days, and a lot of news exploded in Koukou.

Han Zhu only saw a gray head, dancing there with all his might.

That was exactly my previous profile picture, the orchid I raised with my own hands.

Double-click the avatar, and see several messages pop up.

At 11 o'clock in the evening on the first day, he said: Are you there?
At 11 o'clock in the evening the next day, he sent another message: Not there?

On the third day, he did not send a message.

On the fourth day, that is, this evening, he sent a message at eight o'clock: If you don't show up again today, I will have someone investigate.

Han Zhu blinked, thinking when did this person become so impatient?

She looked at the gray head, not sure if he was there or not.After all, as a national leader, he has a lot of things to do every day, how can he be like an ordinary person and keep a button number!

So she tentatively sent a smiling face: (*^__^*)
(End of this chapter)