Fortunately, Ye An liked to read some miscellaneous books when he was studying. He was especially obsessed with ancient techniques. He also studied the tea ordering method of the Song Dynasty.
Because I understand, I hate it.
In my previous life, I had a similar affinity with the professor, who liked to experiment with ancient methods. The two of them ordered tea together, and they ordered tea exactly according to the ancient methods recorded in the book. After a bowl of tea, I almost spit out my overnight meal.
With the addition of milk and various condiments, the tea soup you ordered was as white as mutton fat soup, and it was so beautiful that it was outrageous.
But the two couldn't wait to drink it, but their stomach and intestines "protested". According to the teacher's wife, the professor had been wandering around all night. If he didn't feel embarrassed, he would have gone to the hospital for emergency treatment...
Thinking of his past studies, Ye An suddenly felt that the tea in his mouth was not so bad, and a smile appeared on his face, recalling the happiness he had had.
"Disciple? Disciple?"
"ah?"
When Ye An came back to his senses, he saw Wang Wen and the old Taoist looking at him in surprise, and then he came to his senses: "The boy was sipping tea, recalling the teachings of his elders, and became confused for a moment, which made the elder laugh."
Wang Wen waved his hands and said seriously: "This is an act of pure filial piety, who dares to make fun of it? I wonder where my little friend's fairyland is, how many elders are there in the family, and what are their names?"
When Ye An saw the expectant eyes of the old man next to him, he was angry but helpless for a moment. Unlike people of later generations, people in this era attached great importance to family background, and a person's family background could sometimes mean everything.
"The people in the mountains are not refined. The elders in the family do not allow the boy to reveal his name, otherwise the ancestors will definitely blame him."
Wang Wen was a gentleman. Although he didn't believe that Ye An came from a mountain family, he immediately nodded and said, "Even so, just follow the instructions of your elders and don't go beyond the rules, so that you can be a son of man!"
Ye An sighed deeply in his heart, he was better off being a fucking gentleman! The old man next to him wished he could see all his underwear before he would give in.
Fortunately, the gentleman deceived him, otherwise he would have been completely exposed. As long as he reveals his origin, someone will be able to find out, and then nothing can be covered up, and everything will be over!
The old Taoist pointed at Ye An with a faint smile: "In that case, do the elders in your family have any secret techniques that I can see?"
"Mr. Guanmiao!"
Wang Wen's gentlemanly demeanor appeared again. He looked at the old Taoist and said with a little dissatisfaction: "Sir, you shouldn't be like this. Since it is the secret method of my little friend's family, how can you show it to others so easily? Aren't we suspected of spying?"
The old Taoist shook his head and said: "No, no! Just think of it as a tea fight."
"Cha fight?!"
Wang Wen was a little surprised, but his eyes looking at Ye An were quite expectant.
The Song Dynasty was an era that paid great attention to tea ceremony. From the emperor to the scholar-bureaucrats, everyone was good at it.
The Japanese tea ceremony also originated from this. When the Japanese people came to the Song Dynasty to watch the great gifts of the Celestial Dynasty, they also saw the style of tea fighting, so the skill of ordering tea was still retained in later generations.
I don’t know if this is the pride or sadness of cultural export...
Ye An looked at the old Taoist with unkind eyes. Tea fighting was not a trivial matter in the Song Dynasty, nor was it a casual pastime. This was done with real skill, otherwise it would be extremely ugly.
Wang Wen saw Ye An's displeasure and said with a smile: "Tea fighting is an elegant hobby for literati. There is no harm in trying your skills. If the kid doesn't like it, then forget it. Wang will never force others to do anything difficult."
He said that Ye An couldn't refuse the offer, but his words that seemed to value love and righteousness made Ye An unable to retreat. Who said that a gentleman has no means?
Wang Wen's scheming was brilliant, especially the four-character word "literary sentiment" that he spelled out so clearly that he wished he could whisper it into Ye An's ear.
What Ye An urgently needs now is to classify himself into the ranks of literati. In this era, if he cannot become a literati and become a literati recognized by others, there will be almost no way out.
In his last life, he was a warrior who returned home, but Ye An didn't want to experience that in this life. He didn't want to join the old Taoist disciples because he was worried about hindering his future path.
How relaxed it is for a literati!
Even though he was down and out like Liu Yong, he could still become a being respected by the people. Even after his death, countless prostitutes took care of him and gave him a generous burial.
Ye An only plans to eat, drink, have fun, and wait for death. He has no high pursuits. Does he belong to the emperor's family? It has nothing to do with him...
There were too many smart people or monsters around Emperor Renzong, so it would be useless even if an expert gave him notes.
There are many people watching the excitement who don't mind the trouble, and the old man is the most energetic person jumping around: "Since it's a tea fight, there must be a lucky draw, right?"
Wang Wen smiled and said, "I wonder what Mr. Guanmiao would like to suggest?"
There was cunning in the eyes of the old Taoist: "If my disciple loses, let him treat Ling Ci. If you lose, let him give lectures to my disciple!"
Wang Wen had no worries and laughed loudly and said: "It's true that Mr. Guanmiao has a way to save my mother, so why use his disciples to attack her?"
The old Taoist shook his head sternly: "It's not me who has the magic method, but my disciple who has the real ability! Let's see if you can beat him."
Wang Wen was shocked, looked at Ye An and said: "My little friend, do you really have a way to save my mother?"
Ye An had already cursed the old man ten thousand times in his heart, but he could not deny himself in front of Wang Wen. Now that he was in a difficult position, he could only bite the bullet and said: "It's not a magic method, it's just a small trick."
"Okay, okay! That's so rude of Mr. Wang. I hope you can forgive me, little friend!"
The most difficult thing is to bully a gentleman. As soon as he stands in front of you, the "smallness" in you will be infinitely magnified, as if you are completely invisible. Even if you can succeed in deceiving you for a while, it will not last long.
The most difficult thing to deal with is the liar. Ye An has always believed that the old man is a complete liar, and he is an honest liar. He is a liar like a quagmire. If you fall into his trap, you will not be dragged into the stinking mud.
Don't think about it.
Xuan Chengzi’s methods are so clever!
With just one word, he forced Wang Wen and himself to a dead end. Both sides had to show their true abilities. It goes without saying that Wang Wen wanted to do it for his mother, but Ye An also had to win in order to gain recognition.
The most clever liars often use scheming to deceive people, making you know that there is a trap or a big mud pit ahead of you, but you still have to jump in. Not only do you have to jump in, but you also have to be grateful and praise the liar for doing your best.
Ye An believed that he did not have this ability, so he kept a respectful distance from masters like Lao Dao. As for becoming a disciple, he was trapped in a trap and could not get out.
When the sky gradually darkened, Ye An put down everything, and the tea fight would not start for a while. A gentleman should drink tea without being impatient, and after nightfall, when the noise disappears, it is a good time for the tea fight.
So Ye An used this time to do his homework, got up and borrowed the longest ladder in the county government office from Wang Wen. Wang Wen, the old man, didn't know what he was going to do, but he saw him climb up to the roof...
This kind of monkey-like behavior is extremely impolite, not to mention that this is the county government, the place where the official authority is, how can it be so blasphemous.
"What are you doing, Master?!"
Facing Wang Wen's anger, the old Taoist smiled and said: "Although my disciple has a naughty character, he will not do anything out of the ordinary. Wen Ping will explain to you if you wait a moment."
When Wang Wen's old servant returned to the garden with the utensils needed for the tea fight, he saw Ye An pouting like a monkey looking at the setting sun, while the old man and the old immortal stretched their necks curiously below.
Ye An is looking at the sun, and Wang Wenwen is looking at Ye An's butt. This scene makes people laugh...