The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

"Everyone, please have some tea." There was no servant at home, so Wen Jue personally poured the tea and put it in front of the middle-aged and elderly women with heavy makeup and red and green clothes. Forget to have a drink for each person.

An old lady in her 60s picked up the teacup, looked at the silvery white and delicately shaped young leaves in the cup for a while, and then took a sip carefully, feeling the elegant but meaningful tea. Qi Xiang's eyes widened for a moment: "This, this, this is Mingqian Yinchunxue!"

Wen Jue said casually, "Ma'am also understands tea?"

Seeing that he acquiesced, the old woman trembled for a moment holding the teacup. She was afraid of dropping the cup, so she hurriedly put the cup back on the table.

"I don't understand it, it's just that poor students are used to it, so I understand a little bit more." She looked away from the teacup as she spoke, but when she looked up, she saw that several servant girls standing beside her were also holding teacups. Drinking a cup of tea while blowing, the brain that was so easily cooled down was once again filled with blood.

"Wait!" She suddenly pointed to the little maid who was following her, and loudly stopped her.

The little girl trembled in fright, and dropped the cup in her hand to the ground. She looked up at the old matchmaker in shock: "Mother Lin, what's wrong?"

The old matchmaker had already forgotten what she was going to say just now, she just looked at the broken tea on the ground with a sad face, and waved her hands in the air a few times, as if she wished she could reach out and wipe the tea on the ground. She seemed to be holding it up, but fortunately her reason made her understand that it was meaningless to do so, so she arched her thin back, lowered her hands, stared at the debris and tea on the ground, and said several times, "Create a crime, make a crime" After talking like that, he finally looked away.

The little girl was puzzled and uneasy: "Mother Lin, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I, I'll just clean it up."

Matchmaker Lin said: "You little hoof, do you know how rare this tea is, and you've been called to waste it like this." She just couldn't see the way this little girl drank like a cow, and wanted to teach her how to taste tea It's just the correct way, who would have thought that this girl would smash the teacup directly.

Wen Jue's house is not too small, but it's not too big either, especially the decoration inside, how simple and concise it is, it's not like other rich people's houses, where all kinds of antique calligraphy, paintings and rare treasures are placed in conspicuous places Filling the face, for these women who have traveled to various people all the year round and seen a lot of world, this can be called shabby.When these matchmakers saw the decorations in the house when they came in, they thought that the family might be in a poor family, and they used all the valuables in the house to make ends meet, so they couldn't help but look down on them. It was a variety they couldn't afford, which made them stunned for a moment, and then began to feel that maybe these humble tables, chairs and benches in front of them were also priceless treasures.

So at this time, Matchmaker Lin's heart ached not only for the cup of Yin Chunxue Mingqian that she drank once and remembered for decades, but also for the torn cup on the ground.

Maybe this cup is also a precious treasure!

If Wen Jue knew what she was thinking, he probably couldn't help but say "You think too much".

Because this cup was just bought in a set of a dozen copper coins from a grocery store when he and Yin Wujiu moved here.

The little girl was ignorant, she was so frightened by Matchmaker Lin that she didn't even dare to speak out, she looked so pitiful, Wen Jue couldn't bear to see this, so she explained, "It's just a cup of tea, so don't make things difficult for her. "

Another matchmaker surnamed Gao and this Matchmaker Lin have been enemies for many years. He is about the same age as Matchmaker Lin, but because he is white and fat, he doesn't look very old. His small eyes are very shrewd and mean. Following Wen Jue's words, Yin Yang said strangely: "Yes, it's just a bowl of tea. As for making such a fuss, I've never seen the world." She felt that no matter how rare this tea is, how precious could it be? It's really that excellent tea, the master's family can even reward these disciples and maids they brought with them for free.

"Hmph, I don't know who hasn't seen the world!" Matchmaker Lin immediately turned her anger on Matchmaker Gao, "This is a tea that is hard to come by in the silver spring snow in the Ming Dynasty. Most of them were sent to the palace as tributes. As for the rest, they were reserved by powerful people before they were made. My wife, I have only drank it once in my life. The young master was rewarded when he was proposing marriage, and that cup alone reminded me of today, such a precious treasure, you said 'it's just a bowl of tea'?"

Gao Matchmaker was taken aback by her words: "Well, is this tea really so good?"

Wen Jue couldn't help being a little funny, the old lady said that she didn't understand tea, she just loved to drink it, so what kind of love is this, because she was so angry just because she was knocked over a cup of tea!

"Good tea should be worthy of someone who knows tea. Mrs. Lin cherishes tea so much. It seems that this tea is the most suitable for you to drink. Why don't I give you a can." In order to appease the old lady's emotions, Wen Jue said this. The other party will be happy, but he doesn't want the old man to wave his hands again and again after being surprised for a short time: "No, no, how can the old lady accept such expensive tea? I am lucky enough to taste it again today. The old lady has no regrets." I just don't know where the young master got this tea from?"

Wen Jue said, "It was a gift from someone else."

Matchmaker Lin asked again, "I don't know who gave it to you?"

Wen Jue excused the fact that the other party was special and that it was inconvenient to tell him.

It's not that he doesn't want to say it, but he can't - after all, he can't say that it was rewarded by the emperor. If he wants to say it, it's not just a matter of a pot of tea.

Uncertain identity exposure is possible.

Matchmaker Lin asked this question purely out of curiosity, and she didn't want to dig out channels to buy it. Seeing that he didn't want to say more, she didn't ask any more questions, but picked up her cup of tea again and began to savor it carefully.

He Yiyang looked at the matchmaker from a distance, and said slowly: "Is this tea really as good as the old lady said?"

Jiang Jin'an said: "I can only say that what she said is hard to find is not an exaggeration at all."

He Yiyang was shocked at first, but in a blink of an eye he thought of his Overlord Spear, and immediately felt that it was not so unbelievable.

So he put on a calm expression and said: "What's the matter, our master has a lot of silver, and it's so powerful, he can't get any rare treasures in this world, let alone just a little tea."

Jiang Jinan patted the back of his head and said, "Master is rich, why are you so proud?"

He Yiyang pulled his hand away impatiently: "Jiang Jin'an, are you annoying? How many times have you told me not to slap my head? You're the one who made my stupid brain dull, you know you... hey, no fault What's wrong with him?"

Hearing that He Yiyang suddenly changed the subject, Jiang Jin'an subconsciously followed him and looked at him in a moderate tone.

But seeing Yin Wujiu staring steadily at the direction of the main room, frowning slightly, lips tightly pursed, eyelashes trembling slightly up and down, as if trying to endure some emotion.

Jiang Jin'an thought for a while, and said to He Yiyang, "Probably because those matchmakers are annoying."

He Yiyang suddenly felt very sympathetic, and nodded his head in agreement: "You're right, those matchmakers are really annoying, they run to the house every day, and my parents have stopped doing business these days to deal with them."

Jiang Jinan's eyes froze suddenly: "They went to your house too?"

He Yiyang has a rough nerve, he didn't hear anything wrong in his tone at all, and nodded his head and said: "Yeah, my mother is quite happy to see it, she said it was a match...someone's daughter in the match, Forget it, I can’t remember it, but I am also very happy to see our master, you said, these elders, why are they so keen on this matter!"

Jiang Jin'an was already upset by those who said he would marry him, but now that he heard that He Yiyang's parents were also going on a blind date for him, his mind exploded.

He grabbed He Yiyang's arm and said, "Don't look at it, what's so interesting about it."

He Yiyang raised his other hand and made a "shh" gesture: "Don't make noise, let me listen to what they are talking about."

Seeing the interest on his face, He Yiyang couldn't bear to interrupt after all, and he himself patiently accompanied him to the theater.

After listening to the group of matchmakers praising a bunch of their apprentices, and bragging about their highly praised professional ability, Wen Jue said that he would seriously consider it, and then got up to send these people out.

Just now either he was sitting or these women were sitting, now both of them are standing up, and those matchmakers are more and more aware of Wen Jue's tallness.

Gao Matchmaker is short and fat, probably only about 1.4 meters tall, and her head only reaches Wen Jue's waist. She tilted her head back at a right angle, looked up at Wen Jue, and couldn't help sighing in shock: "Hey, I'm sorry! Damn, you have to eat something to grow up, so you can be so tall, you are so envious, Mr. Wen, have you married a wife yet?"

Wen Jue said truthfully, "No."

"Young Master's family has a great career, extraordinary conversation, and outstanding temperament. They have cultivated so many outstanding apprentices, and they look so mighty and majestic..." Gao Matchmaker patted Wen Jue's horses without panting. Shit, then the topic changed, "You are so outstanding, why didn't you get married, it shouldn't be, it's a girl who hasn't been married or the young master didn't catch his eye, old lady, I know many beautiful ladies who are both talented and beautiful, and I'm looking for you How many suitable ones do you think are feasible?"

Wen Jue: "..." Didn't he tell his disciples that he was here? Why did he still blame him when it came?

"Pfft——" Although Wen Jue's face was blocked by the brim of his hat, He Yiyang, who was eavesdropping, could even imagine his expression at this moment, and gloated for a moment, "Hey, do you think Master is eating melons? Is it on yourself?"

The word "eat melon" was learned by He Yiyang from Wen Jue yesterday, and he learned it and sold it today. It stands to reason that this word is not appropriate to use in this situation, after all, the elders care about it. The younger generation's marriage is a responsibility, not a spectator, but it is also suitable for Wen Jue. After all, he received these matchmakers, and it was not really to marry a few apprentices, it was more interesting. .

He Yiyang talked for a long while, but did not get a response from Jiang Jinan and Yin Wujiu, so he said to himself: "I don't know if Master will agree, Master is so powerful, what kind of outstanding woman should he have to be qualified to marry him, Be our mistress!"

Yin Wujiu's hand holding on to the wooden pillar subconsciously tightened a little bit, that strong force even knocked off a piece of black lacquer and sawdust on the pillar.

Mistress...

Ever since he was a child, he never thought that one day, there would be an extra woman beside his master. Now that he heard what He Yiyang said, he subconsciously imagined it in his mind. As soon as the vague picture appeared in his mind, he suddenly felt A sense of inexplicable discomfort.

It was a sour, stuffy feeling, as if my heart was blocked by a stone, and I couldn't breathe.

Yin Wujiu couldn't tell why he was like this, but he knew one thing very clearly - he didn't want to see such a situation.

Thinking of this, he walked out directly from behind the pillar.

He Yiyang wanted to pull him subconsciously, brushed Yin Wujiu's clothes corner with his hand, and then he could only watch Yin Wujiu striding towards the main room.

The author has something to say: continue to make up tomorrow

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution for me: 5 bottles of Jiujiu; mua~