Chen Changsheng returned to Qingshan City and found an inn to stay at.
I asked the waiter to serve a pot of tea and then closed the door.
Standing by the window and looking at Zhenlong Mountain in the distance, he couldn't help but think of Xuanhuang again, that honest Taoist priest who wanted to eat peaches.
Brothers are always somewhat alike.
Chen Changsheng took a sip of the tea and couldn't help but feel that it was a bit bland. After thinking about it for a while, he put the tea cup back.
"A jug of wine."
I went downstairs, found a corner, asked the waiter to serve a bottle of wine, and then drank by himself.
He drank from dusk until midnight.
It wasn't until he smelled strongly of alcohol and had a splitting headache that he staggered back upstairs. There were not many copper coins left in the purse.
The waiter thought this person was weird, and when he was clearing the table, he couldn't help but mutter: "How can one person drink so much..."
He shook his head and didn't care much.
It was so late, and there weren't many guests around, so he could lie down on the table and rest for a while.
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Chen Changsheng got up early, left the inn, and walked towards the tea stall on the street.
The old man at the tea stall was drinking porridge. He was not surprised when he saw Chen Changsheng. Instead, he said: "Drinking tea early in the morning hurts your stomach, so why not have a bowl of porridge."
"No money." Chen Changsheng said.
The old man rolled his eyes at him and said, "I don't want your money!"
Chen Changsheng nodded after hearing this, sat down and served himself a bowl of rice porridge.
The old man blinked and said, "You are so rude."
"You said, no money." Chen Changsheng said.
The old man shook his head and smiled, then lowered his head and continued to drink porridge, not wanting to talk to him.
After eating a bowl of rice porridge, the old man felt much more comfortable and in better spirits.
Chen Changsheng said: "No one drinks tea in the morning, why are you leaving the stall so early?"
"Why not? Someone like you who has nothing to do will come here to drink tea."
"Chen is a good drinker of tea."
The old man paused when he heard this.
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "What?"
"A person who is good at wine will never be good at tea." said the old man.
"Why not?"
"Tea and wine are as incompatible as water and fire. You smell very drunk, but you are not dull. You are definitely not a tea drinker."
Chen Changsheng nodded and said with a smile: "The old man is very knowledgeable. Chen is indeed better at wine, but he is also a little obsessed with tea. Tea can calm the mind and stimulate the mind, which is different from wine."
"Drinking tea and good tea are different." the old man said.
Chen Changsheng thought for a long time, but then he lowered his head and looked at the white porridge in front of him and said, "The white porridge is good."
The old man was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then he laughed.
"You are such a mess."
Chen Changsheng said: "The old man is right again, Chen is indeed a mess, and I hope that one day it will stop being a mess."
The old man listened to his words and said: "If I don't tell you, I won't tell you. It's very laborious to say it."
Chen Changsheng nodded and drank his porridge.
It wasn't until he finished the bowl of porridge that the old man asked, "How?"
Chen Changsheng replied: "Excellent."
The old man smiled and said, "I am very good at making porridge. Others can't even drink it if they want to."
"Is there a way to make white porridge?" Chen Changsheng asked.
"Of course there is."
The old man said: "The rice must be soaked in advance. The timing is very important, the water chosen is also very good, and the heat is also good. The water must be added appropriately for the first time, otherwise the taste will be very different if you add water later. Everything will be different."
Just right."
Chen Changsheng said: "How can there be anything good..."
After hearing this, the old man's smile subsided and he looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "Are you having a rough time?"
Chen Changsheng was stunned after hearing this, but then he laughed.
"It's not bad."
Chen Changsheng explained: "I just live a little too transparently. I often think about some old things in the past to remind myself that I am still a person with six desires and seven emotions."
After hearing this, the old man asked: "Are you also a Taoist priest in the mountains?"
"Taoist priest in the mountains?"
Chen Changsheng thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Not really, but why do you ask that?"
The old man said: "There are Taoist temples in more than a dozen mountains outside, and there are countless hermits. In the early years, a few of them came to my tea stall. There was no emotion in their words. They seemed to have no desires and no demands. They just ate for the sake of it."
With a full stomach, drinking tea is just to quench your thirst, not like a living person."
Chen Changsheng said: "Being pure and abstaining from desires is the way to cultivate your body and mind. Many people are like this."
"I don't think it's very noble, and none of these cultivators have ascended in the day. Those who deserve to die will have to die, and those who should be unwilling to give in will still be unwilling to give in, so you still have to be open-minded."
The old man said: "But what's wrong with you? Why are you doing it the other way around?"
Chen Changsheng smiled and said: "Chen is an anomaly."
The old man looked at him carefully and said, "I like people like you who can scold yourself."
"Excellent."
"Shameless!"
The old man clicked his tongue and said, "Drink the porridge too. Let's go quickly."
"I haven't had my tea yet."
"There's something wrong with you. You drink tea after drinking porridge."
"No way?"
"Drink, ten coins a pot."
"Black shop."
"Come on, mother, do you want to leave?"
When Chen Changsheng saw the old man cursing, he stopped arguing, got up and left the tea stall.
"Chen will come back later."
"Don't come! I can't talk to you all the way! Bad luck!"
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, no matter whether he liked it or not, he would still come later. The shopkeeper was an interesting person. The tea was pretty good and the white porridge tasted even better.
Unexpectedly, not long after leaving the tea stall, Chen Changsheng was stopped by someone as he was walking.
"Immortality!!"
Chen Changsheng looked back.
But he saw a donkey cart on the side of the street with many bright red peaches on it. An Long was standing there, waving to Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng walked forward and asked, "Brother An Long, what a coincidence."
An Long handed a peach to Chen Changsheng and said, "I didn't expect to meet you here. Where are you going?"
Chen Changsheng said: "Just take a walk, I've never been to Qingshan City, I just wanted to take a look."
"How does it compare to the outside?" An Long asked.
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said: "Actually, in terms of liveliness, they are pretty much the same, but the people here live a more comfortable life than outside."
An Long nodded and said with a smile: "We don't have any sign of wealth, but fortunately there is no trouble."
Chen Changsheng nodded in agreement, this place is like a paradise.
An Long said: "By the way, Changsheng, you told Ah Qing yesterday about the art of poisonous insects. Ah Qing caught some bugs from somewhere this morning. One or two are nothing, but more will look a bit invasive."
Now, if you go to my place to play later, Changsheng, you have to help me talk about her. It’s not okay for a girl to like to play with these things."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng said: "It's Chen's fault. Chen will come and talk to Ah Qing the next day."
An Long said: "I don't mean to blame you, don't think too much about Changsheng."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said: "That won't happen."