The Daily Life of the Husband and Wife Selling Dog Food Through Time Traveling

Jiang Ning immediately stuffed the candied haws to Han Zhiyuan, bent down to help the old man up, and asked with concern, "Is the old man alright?"

Han Zhiyuan bit the hawthorn fruit, and glanced at the teahouse. The facade was beautifully decorated, and the plaque was also gorgeous. It read: Zengji Teahouse, the man who pushed the old man was a man dressed as a waiter. He stared and scolded, "What are you looking at? Mind your own business."

He turned and pointed at the old man and cursed: "Old man, next time you come here to eat and drink, you won't be so easy!" After he finished speaking, he turned around and entered the door while cursing endlessly.

The old man seemed to be twisting somewhere, moaning and groaning. Jiang Ning supported him to stand. Seeing that the old man was bent over and unable to move, he asked, "How do you feel? Do you need us to take you to the hospital?"

The old man hummed for a while, then waved his hands and said: "It's nothing, please take me to the rice shop to have a rest under the eaves."

Jiang Ning and the two sent him there as promised, and rested under the eaves of the rice shop, but after a while, the old man's condition was still not good, and they couldn't just throw him here, so they ignored the old man's refusal. The person was sent to the hospital.

The medical center is in the West Market, but luckily it's not far away, Han Zhiyuan arrived quickly with the old man on his back, as soon as he entered the door, the apprentice of the medical center seemed to recognize the old man, came to help and said, "Mr. Zhang, what's wrong with you? "

Jiang Ning briefly explained the matter, and said, "Let's show the old man first."

Zhang Gong groaned and said it was a backache. The doctor in the medical center was busy inside and outside again, and finally he was diagnosed as twisted. He couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Zhang Gong, there is a long distance between the back and the waist."

While crying out for pain, the father Zhang spoke confidently: "I feel it is clearly in one place." As he spoke, his face turned angry again, and he scolded: "The Zengji teahouse is really deceiving people! When my son comes back, he must be there." Go get justice!"

The doctor applied the medicine to him, and said in harmony: "Zeng Ji has been a tyrant in Yuezhou for more than ten years. It's not like you don't know it. Why are you so obsessed with them? Speaking of which, will your son come back this year?"

Zhang Gong listened and remained silent. Jiang Ning changed the subject and said, "The Zengji teahouse you mentioned, does it have any history in Yuezhou?"

The doctor was secretly blaming himself for saying the wrong thing. This time, when he saw Jiang Ning arguing, he immediately explained to him enthusiastically: "Little brother is from another place, right? I remember it. It's a long story to talk about. Their family is here." Yuezhou has been dealing in tea for decades, it is considered a time-honored brand, and it is the only one in Yuezhou City, but no one else dares to share a piece of the pie."

Hearing this, Zhang Gong snorted dissatisfiedly: "Heretics and insidious methods."

The doctor laughed, and then said: "I once remembered that there are teahouses and tea shops, and they operate quite deeply in Yuezhou. They monopolize all the tea markets from Jiangnan to Huaibei, including Yuezhou. Therefore, apart from their family, There are almost no other tea shops."

Jiang Ning asked in surprise: "Why? As far as I know, tea drinking is popular in Yuezhou, and the demand for tea is huge. How come there is only one tea shop?"

After hearing this, the doctor patiently explained: "There is a reason for this. On the one hand, Zengji Tea Shop is quite skilled and good at management; If no other tea is brought in, isn’t there only Zeng Ji’s family left? It’s a pity that when the business is good, people become frivolous. Zeng Ji has offended many people in the past few years. That's why he is known as the overlord of Yuezhou."

The doctor sighed, shook his head, and went to wash his hands. Mr. Zhang sat up slowly while supporting his waist, gritted his teeth and cursed: "I haven't had any tea in my house for a few days. When I became addicted to tea, I went to sit in their teahouse, and I gave it to you." Money, as soon as the tea was in my mouth, I knew the tea was damp. I wanted to ask them to make a theory, but they bit me back. Isn’t the Zeng’s family doing business by opening the door? It seems that someday, someone will be able to cure them, and then I’ll clap my hands and set off firecrackers all over the city.”

While writing the prescription, the doctor laughed and joked after hearing the complaints: "Didn't Mr. Zhang claim that he doesn't drink crude tea and old tea? Why did he go to the notorious Zengji Teahouse again?"

After a moment of embarrassment, Mr. Zhang said confidently: "Isn't there no tea? I can go without food for a day, but I can't go without tea for a day."

The doctor laughed out loud, shook his head and said, "Mr. Zhang's habit is really like a day for ten years..." Seeing that Jiang Ning was puzzled, he blew on the ink on the paper and explained to him: "Little brother came to Vietnam for the first time. Zhou, you may not know that when Zhang Gong was young, he was a well-known tea maker in Shangjing, who specially made tea for high-ranking officials, and if he asked him to make a move, he would have to inscribe hundreds of taels of silver."

Mr. Zhang waved his hands repeatedly after hearing this, and scolded with a smile: "It's all nonsense, and it's nothing but fooling young people, making others think that I am so arrogant at the age of being buried."

The doctor smiled but did not answer, handed Fangzi to the apprentice to grab a few doses of medicine, and said to Jiang Ning: "I'm really sorry, because this medical clinic can't leave people, and I have to trouble my little brother to send Mr. Zhang back. "

Jiang Ning naturally responded with a full mouth, and when he was about to leave, he found that Han Zhiyuan had disappeared. After looking for it, he saw someone on the porch outside the door. He pinched a bamboo stick that had finished eating candied haws, and teased a cat. Playing, seeing Jiang Ning coming, hurriedly threw the bamboo stick in his hand, coughed, and said with a serious face: "Is it alright?"

Jiang Ning looked at the bamboo sticks on the ground. This person was like a child when he was in the dark. He always thought that others didn't know, and he didn't expose it. He just said: "Let's send Mr. Zhang back, and then go home."

Han Zhiyuan had no objection, and the two of them carried Mr. Zhang on their backs and the other carried things, and headed west of the city.

Along the way, Zhang Gong babbled with Jiang Ning, full of chattering parents, the old man talked a lot, and couldn’t rest, Jiang Ning also patiently chatted with him, Han Zhiyuan occasionally answered a sentence, the three of them could be regarded as We had a good time talking.

After walking for half an hour, they finally arrived at Mr. Zhang's house in the west of the city. After entering the door, the two of them settled Mr. Zhang properly before leaving. Mr. Zhang stayed behind and said, "It's cold, why don't you have a cup of tea before leaving?"

Although it's not too late, drinking a cup of tea is not a problem, but when Jiang Ning heard the word "drinking tea", the hairs all over his body were shaking. It can be seen that the cup of tea with mixed flavors left in his heart. He was so traumatized that his color changed, and he wanted to leave as soon as possible.

However, Mr. Zhang is a very stubborn old man. Seeing that Jiang Ning did not want to stay, he insisted that he made countless teas and sencha. If a guest came to the house, it would be unacceptable for him to leave without drinking tea. He will speak out in the future You have to be ashamed.

Jiang Ning couldn't laugh or cry when he saw this, so he had to stay with Han Zhiyuan. Zhang Gongxi smiled and asked the two to sit on the low couch under the window and wait for a while, then lit the charcoal basin, and went to the inner room by himself. Room.

Jiang Ning looked at this small room, and it was very tidy. It can be seen that Zhang Pingri is a very clean person. Just as the doctor in the hospital said, Mr. Zhang may have a very deep interest in tea. The carved small table is particularly delicate, Jiang Ning can't tell what kind of wood it is made of, but what is certain is that the value of this small table may be higher than that of the whole house.

There is a set of fine tools on the small table, which are obviously used for making tea. It seems that they are often scrubbed and used by people. The edges of the wood are very rounded, reflecting a slight light.

Han Zhiyuan picked up one of the small spoons curiously, looked at it, made a gesture, and smiled at Jiang Ning: "Ah, open your mouth, it's time to eat."

Jiang Ning had a dark face: "..." Why can a person's IQ drop so quickly?Even stocks can't fall like this.

Han Zhiyuan looked at Jiang Ning's expression of not being able to bear to look directly at him, he couldn't help but smile, touched his face, and coaxed: "Don't be afraid, when you drink tea, you say you have a stomachache, and I will drink it for you."

Jiang Ning was very moved. Before he could express his thanks, Mr. Zhang slowly moved out from the back room, holding a small wooden box in his hand, and said to the two of them, "I've been waiting for a long time."

He sat down opposite and started to boil water to make tea. As soon as he touched the tea set, his whole demeanor changed, and all the oldness in his body disappeared, replaced by a kind of calmness. He saw Jiang Ning staring at his hand all the time Looking at the small box, I simply opened it, let him see clearly, and explained: "I asked my old friend to bring this tea back from Quyang. This year's best pre-rain melon slices are not easy to take out on weekdays."

Jiang Ning smiled: "It's a great honor to let Zhang Gong pay for it this time, but it's a pity that both of us don't know the tea ceremony, so it's a bit reckless."

Zhang Gong took some tea, poured it into a small copper bowl, put it on the fire and roasted it, and replied: "Drinking tea is indeed a wonderful thing, like a little old man, I can't live without three meals a day." This thing, but it also depends on who drinks it with, I think the two of you have a close eye, it is the top tea, you eat it whole, I am happy to see it."

He spoke slowly, and after tossing and roasting the tea leaves for a few times, he took them out and put them in a small box to dry, and then closed the lid tightly. Drinking tea, even if it is rough tea leaves, the little old man is not willing to take out a piece, that is called waste."

Jiang Ning was thoughtful, Han Zhiyuan listened, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang is a man of temperament."

Zhang Gong smiled without saying a word, poured the cooled tea leaves into a tea grinder, and began to crush them slowly. His movements were not fast, but people could see the strength and rhythm of them, as well as his extreme patience. The two watched the tea leaves slowly turn from broken leaves to crumbs, and finally until they were powdered, before Mr. Zhang stopped.

He took out the sieve again, and sifted the tea powder over again. At this time, the water just boiled, and the small pot made a slight sound. The timing was just right. Mr. Zhang lifted the lid, took the bamboo utensil with his right hand and started stirring the water. , stir the boiling water into a small vortex clockwise, sprinkle tea powder into the vortex with the left hand side, the movement is fast and accurate, without shaking hands, Jiang Ning is dazzled by the sight, and finally he can’t even remember how his hands moved .