mountain god dance

As soon as the girl went out, the two people in the room looked at each other in blank dismay.

Sugiya doesn't come from anywhere else.

Under Baigu's questioning eyes, Jiuzhen gradually felt uncomfortable, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, the water on the stove was boiled at the same time, and the lid of the pot beeped, which showed how cramped he was when he was exposed.

Just when he was about to speak up to defend himself, Baigu jumped up and bit his ear:

"Liar! Why didn't you tell me!"

Jiu Zhen said "Oh" and didn't dodge it. He had no choice but to let him bite him: "How can I tell you, I have to pay a price for being an apprentice to the previous generation of Shan Mi, and the experience he gave me has not been completed. The status is not correct, so I don't have to be happy... Hey, hey, almost, it hurts, and it hurts if I bite it again!"

Baigu could only sit firmly on his body, at this moment only the teeth can move freely, so it is natural to use this last weapon.

"You serve as an apprentice to the God of Tea?"

"That year, when I was laying grass in the field, an old man came and asked me for water."

Once the spring tea is over, it is necessary to spread grass in the ground to preserve water in summer, so as to avoid the branches and leaves turning yellow when autumn tea is harvested, lacking in sweetness, and causing it to shatter if it is not properly dehydrated in the sun. This is what Jiu Zhen discovered and later taught everyone.

The two are now on the hillside of the tea garden. Outside the house is a small piece of bright and bright plantains, which are full of curls, and the raindrops can be counted.

Further outside is the boundless green tea and green field, the terrain is high, the summer is cool, and it is transparent and crystal clear by the rain. All kinds of dwarf trees with big leaves and small leaves are lingering on the hills and ridges. .

Obviously it is a raw aquatic leaf, but it is refreshing and eye-catching like fine wine and dust when it enters the eyes.There is a heater in the room, and there is a hot pot on the stove. The fragrant water vapor floats slowly and gracefully, and the drizzle is reflected in the window. It is still beautiful in the world, and the worries are resolved.

Baigu heard that he was in pain, so he let go and smacked his mouth, feeling sad that he had concealed himself for many years: "It's nothing to be happy, it's just that the relationship is far away, brothers are not brothers. I never know where you are going, and I can't stop you. "

Jiuzhen immediately explained to him: "I really couldn't say it before, the task that the old god gave me can only be completed by myself."

Baigu: "Oh? Tell me about it."

Jiuzhen replied:

"I have inherited his name, so I have to fulfill his conditions. Sometimes he asks me to pick exotic flowers and plants in the mountains and wilderness. I don't see them for several months, and I am bitten by wolves. I can only squat in the cave and wait for the rainy season." ;Sometimes he asked me to raise some rare tea species, and it took me three months to find out that it was a puzzle, wasting my time in vain, he was lying to me.

Also, he asked me to make tea on the commercial road where I was fighting. I was the only tea stand within three hundred miles, and I wanted to talk about tea to the despicable people and the soldiers of Chenla.The situation is dangerous, or you may lose your life. If you tell it to make you worry, why make the whole family worry about it. "

Baigu snorted unconvinced.

Jiuzhen boiled the flowers and leaves in the bowl with boiling water, and the fragrant spring condensed into tea. After cooling down for a while, he took it: "I made the flavor, drink and see."

The tea tastes sweet and sour, lemon Panax notoginseng and jasmine are all picked from the branches of the sunshine flower forest when they are tender, and the full flavor of the flower season and fruit period is preserved, and thyme honey is added.Baigu was extremely thirsty, and his whole body was moistened with a little water.

He squinted his eyes and sipped the drink, like a lamb, watching Jiuzhen touch his soft hair: "You need to rest well when you are short of energy and blood...you should not be angry when you are short of money."

"It's you who are so annoying. If you don't let me touch your experience, you are looking down on me." Baigu's eyes flickered: "If you don't fight together in difficult times, what's the use, and how can you be called a brother?"

"Why are you not a brother?" Jiuzhen smiled wryly: "I don't have anyone closer than you in the whole world."

Jiuzhen's hand has been secretly holding Baigu's fingers and twisting slowly, and he couldn't help showing his favor, Baigu's face turned pale, and he asked him: "Now, have you completed your training?"

Jiuzhen nodded: "Since that year I went south from Yuhang to Quanzhou, and then came back from Piao, I have met the conditions for succession and won the name of Shanmi, so my master went back to hermit with peace of mind."

Jiuzhen has always been smart and diligent, there is nothing he can't do, it sounds like a busy and smooth day, should congratulate, should congratulate, but the bitterness in Baigu's heart surfaced a little bit, and he felt sad again: "Okay... um , you really don't need me."

"It's not that I don't need you, don't I want to talk with you? He told me to go east for a while, and go west for a while, not to mention the mountains and ridges, there are bandits on the road, why bring you to suffer together."

Seeing that he was dry and thin after lying down these days, with a dark yellow complexion, Jiu Zhen scooped up the rose porridge brought by the girl and blew it cold: "Forget it, it's all my fault, can I feed you the porridge?"

Baigu was still aggrieved, tilted his head and refused to touch the spoon: "I'm useless, let me die."

Jiuzhen couldn't hear him talking about life and death, and became anxious, and put the bowl on the table with a bang: "Why are people divided according to their usefulness? What is useful and what is useless?"

Baigu kept his mouth shut, but when he asked him, he felt his nose sore, his eyes swollen, and suddenly two hot tears slid down his face.His shoulders were thin and weak, shaking like sifting chaff, and he didn't know where the tears came from these days of thirst.

"I, I can't find anyone to talk to..."

Baigu covered half of his face, and said intermittently: "Who can I talk to? I followed you to Luoyang to sell tea in order to gain some knowledge. I stayed for almost a year, and then you left when you said you had something to do. I stayed Waiting for you to come back there, waiting for another two years..."

"Two years?"

Jiuzhen was surprised: "You, didn't you go home? I sent you to the ferry crossing... You went back again?"

Baigu rubbed his eyelids with the back of his hand and nodded silently.

Seeing his appearance of frost beating eggplants, Jiu Zhen didn't know what kind of anxiety felt in his heart, pitied him, and blamed him for being disobedient.In the past few years, Luoyang has been richer than Chang'an. The emperor built a second palace for his sweetheart. He built a large-scale construction project, hollowed out the three mountains and Beiyue, and transported all the new gadgets to the Eastern Capital. Only rare people can stand firm there. Why is he such a small man? The tea growers can stay put.

Jiuzhen took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and asked him in the same tone as when he was a child:

"Why? Why did you go back to Luoyang behind your brother's back? Don't you like your hometown?"

"Because I want to become someone like Brother Jiuzhen."

Baigu said in a low voice: "I want to learn from you and do something for the village... So I went to a restaurant to help cook and learned how to make Longjing shrimp. I thought that adding Pu'er and black tea to the dishes would also make the nobles I like it. This way..."

In this way, his hometown embraced by mountains, his hometown separated by thousands of natural moats by water, those remote local products that have to be transported by boat, horse, donkey, car, human back, and cattle to the prosperous big city , maybe more people will like it.If you can get praise from talented and arty poets, it will be a big deal for a few lines of poetry to spread among the people. Maybe even the emperor will treat them differently.

Baigu's tears came one after another: "I used to think that I was living a good life and being free and unrestrained. Only when I arrived in Luoyang did I realize that the folks are too miserable. I want to buy things for my sister who are used by the rich young lady, and I want her to be rare. I want to buy it for my father, so that all the products grown by the big guy can be sold at a good price, and there is more than enough to pay the land tax and tea tax."

"Hundred valleys..."

"But I failed," Baigu wiped his face, "doing chores during the day, secretly getting up to cook at night, being beaten by the spoon while making new dishes, and kneeling in the snow for a whole day to not be chased away. Let's go; the masters entertained the teacher, and I gave them the tea from our village...it's the new leaves from the 700-year-old tea tree, and the guests said it tasted bitter and astringent, so they poured it on the ground..."

Baigu looked at Jiuzhen, sobbing more and more, with reluctance to admit defeat and helplessness in his eyes: "But, I can't always wait for Jiuzhen to teach me... Jiuzhen is busier now...not my brother alone... What should I do?"

The past three years have been more than a little bitter. In the prosperous city through the ages, there are well-educated officials who know how to bully people. They starved the women down and spent a lot of money to pity their singing voices and bones, calling them Yangzhou skinny horses.

Jiuzhen hugged him tightly, and kissed the tip of his ear: "Baigu, I am someone else's Shan Mi, and your Jiuzhen. I will tell you wherever I go in the future, don't cry, don't break my heart .”

"Jiu Zhen will take our tea and go to Luoyang..."

Baigu closed his eyes, and tears flowed from his face to Jiuzhen's neck: "Let's go together. This time Jiuzhen is the god of tea, so it will be different from the past... Brother Jiuzhen, please protect me."

"Okay, let's go again, whoever hit you with a spoon, I will punish him, and I won't make you suffer anymore."

He wanted to kiss Baigu, kiss his thin lips, wet eyelashes, and black pupils, but seeing that the young man was still very haggard and weak, he held back and brought the porridge over again: "Eat, you are in good health." Let's go again."

Baigu pitifully ate some porridge and lost his voice, lying on his body to digest his food, listening to the plantains outside the bamboo curtain, the wind and rain, and the warm tea, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Baigu, why are there so many wounds on your back?"

Jiu Zhen took off his outer shirt and showed him the sash on his body: "Here, when I found you, you were covered in blood. The medicine you took was changed twice a day, and now your skin and flesh are about to heal. But the poison in you... this poison I can't solve it."

"Huh? Where am I poisoned?"

Baigu's memory was messed up by the mountain god, who took part of it and returned the part sealed by Lanjian, like a drunken man who couldn't even recall happily: "Maybe it was because I ate fancy fungus on the road. There are too many fungus in summer. I'm hungry...the wound on my body...the wound is..."

He thought for a long time why he was injured.

Fall off the tree again?Chased by rams into a ditch?Kicked by a horse while walking?Slipped while fixing the roof?

By the way, he wants to go up the mountain, and Taiye is waiting for someone in the mountain temple, but if he doesn't go, the people in the village will die.

It was Grandma Wu who beat him, and the remaining few living people, farmers who came to help from outside the village, beat him together, using sticks, bamboo poles, shovels, double fists, bloodshot eyes and bared teeth .

He should be beaten, because Baishui Village lost him, the tea garden was gone, Jiu Zhen traveled around and came back to obtain immortality, but he couldn't find his own land and couldn't go back to his home.

The large tea tree forest that was more than a hundred years old was washed away by mudslides, and the path full of cardamom that I used to play in my childhood is gone. Only the guilt when I dreamed back at midnight. Reasons other than the destruction of mud and rocks spread to the big city in the distance.

It is impossible for him to go to Luoyang again. There is no poet's poem to write about the non-existent cottage.

It is impossible for him to go to Luoyang again, he still has to go up the mountain.

It is impossible for him to go to Luoyang again, he is empty-handed.

Thinking of this, Baigu hurriedly sat up from Jiuzhen's arms, his heart beating like numbness, his fingertips curled up, and he stared blankly at the ground, his complexion worse than before.

"How is it, Baigu." Jiuzhen touched his forehead with his hand: "I'm sweating, don't move too much."

He doesn't deserve Jiuzhen's love.

"Jiuzhen..." Baigu murmured.

"here I am."

"I..." Baigu's hands trembled, "I, you...don't hate me..."

Jiuzhen supported his fragile back: "Baigu, even if everyone in the world hates you, I won't."

"But I killed someone..." Baigu looked at him desperately, and gave up the hope of being forgiven by him: "Everyone in the village was killed by me..."

"Since you are a god, will you punish me?"

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