A gray-haired old man stood next to the big boy, was stunned at the moment when the big boy was knocked down, and waited for the pillars to wail twice before he came back to his senses.

"Thank you!" The old man came to his senses and quickly pulled the big boy up from the sitting ground, reached out to pat the mud on his body, and then thanked Wen Xu loudly.

Wen Xu smiled and replied loudly: "It's okay, but don't be too funny when feeding deer in the future. When you see them bent down, you can immediately give them food. If you don't prepare to eat!"

Wen Xu has all the things that he said on Wenjia Village tour manual, and some important things are repeated when entering the village. However, some people just don’t take the rules seriously. To be small, they are unrestrained, and to be too big, they are just trying to die. Just like this big boy, if you don’t listen, you will be hit, and there is nothing else to say. If you are lucky, you will get injured and have a fracture. However, Wen Xu is not in the mood to preach. Anyway, he is not the one who is injured or hurt, so Wen Xu is even more unlikely to pay for him to treat his injuries.

"Wenxu?" The old man was stunned for a while in the direction of Wenxu, then took a few steps forward, put his hands on his forehead and looked in the direction of Wenxu.

Wen Xu was stunned when he heard the old man calling his name, and took a few steps forward. Only then did he realize that the old man looked a little familiar, but he couldn't call his name for a while.

"Zhang Xianliang, I am Zhang Xianliang, where did Boss Xu burn porcelain?" The old man immediately raised his head to Wen Xu.

When Wen Xu heard him say this, he immediately remembered that the old man had a vegetarian name called Shao Sanhuo. His craftsmanship is quite good. When he was still at Mingzhu, he met the old man and had talked with him several times. So he smiled and said, "Are you here too?"

"I'll have to ask for food, but what can I do?" Old man Zhang Xianliang said with a smile, stroked his beard.

At this time, the big boy had already stood up, walked to Zhang Xianliang and stood there, looking at Wen Xu curiously with his eyes.

"Is this your old grandson?" Wen Xu said with a smile at the older boy.

As soon as he asked this, the old man felt a little embarrassed and said to Wen Xu: "It's not my grandson, it's my youngest son!"

Wen Xu said when he heard this, he said: Huh! You are really old and never grow old!

If this big boy was the old man's son, then he would have at least a fifty-year-old son. And when he saw the old man's expression, Wen Xu guessed that the son's mother must be about the same age as him. Maybe it was the old man who borrowed some students or something.

"Sorry, I guessed wrong"

Mr. Zhang Xianliang's expression had returned to normal at this time, and he smiled bitterly: "I'm used to it, and there are not many who have guessed it correctly!"

After saying that, he looked at Wen Xu and said, "By the way, where are you living? I have been thinking about coming to find you when I came here, but when I came here, I heard that you were on a long journey. When I heard that I had just made an appointment with a business when I heard that I had returned, I was eager to take out the time. I didn't expect that Xinyao was released today and I met an old friend, which is a good sign."

"You can't take a seat at my house?" Wen Xu had nothing to do. He was about to find something to do, but when the old man came to the door, he naturally had to take it home to chat, not to mention that Wen Xu was a little interested in burning porcelain.

Old man Zhang Xianliang first looked at his watch and said, "Okay, go to your place to recognize the door first. I will invite you to open the kiln with me later. This is the first kiln I have burned in Wenjia Village. I hope it will be as good as my wish."

"Okay!"

Wen Xu was not unhappy. I heard that the old man had burned a new kiln and he would definitely go and take a look.

So the two of them walked in front, and the big boy and Tongliang followed behind them. It didn't matter, but the big boy looked at Tongliang from time to time. Few boys of such big boys dislike dogs. The big boy looked at Tongliang as if he was looking at something rare, but no matter how brave he was, he didn't have the courage to tease Tongliang, so he really didn't dare to reach out to touch a giant dog like a calf.

Wen Xu didn't notice it at all, and talked with Old Man Zhang about Mingzhu's affairs at that time. The two of them talked all the way to Wen Xu's courtyard.

"Wow! Your small courtyard is the largest in the village, right?" As soon as Zhang Xianliang entered the yard, he was immediately attracted by the jujube tree in the yard. Then he saw the big wooden house behind the tree, and then began to look at the yard.

"It should be true, I will spit the ground!" Wen Xu smiled and led Old Man Zhang to his yard.

"Are we sitting in the yard or in the house?" Wen Xu pointed to Old Man Zhang at the yard and asked at the door of the house.

Old man Zhang smiled and said, "It's better to be outside the house this day. Naturally, the cool breeze is comfortable, and the house is a little boring."

At this time, Wenjia Village is the hottest time, otherwise it will be the most comfortable under the shade of trees outside the house. The autumn wind is coming.

After hearing what the old man said, Wen Xu led the father and son, who were fifty years old, to sit down by the couch, then raised the small carbon stove next to the couch and started boiling water and making tea.

Old man Zhang looked at the complicated tea drinking tools on the couch and couldn't help but praise: "You are still of high quality of life. Burn incense and tea, and now you are just the step to burn incense."

"I'm just drinking nonsense. Don't look at the tea ceremony tools on the small table, I usually don't use them. What do I usually drink? I just use that pot to suck it in my mouth." Qingxu reached out and picked up the small fan beside the stove, and gently fanned it towards the air inlet of the carbon stove.

Old Man Zhang is also a person who cares about porcelain. He always has a bit of artistic taste. Otherwise, the things he burns out by hand are sold at a machine price and he will lose his pants. Where can he get the money he can still have a young son in his fifties?

After holding Wenxu's tea set in his hand and playing for a while, the old man knew that no matter how the tea was brewed, the style was indeed in place. Whether it was this tea set or this tray, they were all top-notch goods on the market, especially this small pot with eight cups, which was made by famous contemporary masters.

"Then I'll try your name like you are drinking nonsense today!" Old man Zhang smiled and put down the cup in his hand.

The big boy was a little bored when he sat on the couch. He grabbed a few nuts and looked at the whole yard curiously while eating.

The iron kettle is not big, and it can only hold two or three teapots of water, so it opens quickly. After a while, the sound of water boiling, and white water vapor sprayed out of the spout.

When Wen Xu saw the water boiling, he immediately stood up and picked up the tea pot. He looked at it. He found that there was no tea in it, so he added some, then picked up the iron pot and poured the water directly into the teapot, placed it in front of Old Man Zhang, and then filled his hand pot with water.

Old Man Zhang couldn't help but smile when he saw Wen Xu's actions: "It's really a nonsense!"

How can I invite guests to drink tea? I just give the pot to the guests. I have to do it myself.

Wen Xu didn't care and reached out to make a call: "Try it, this tea is produced in the village, and it may not be possible to drink it in other places."

"Fukuzawa Yoshi?"

Seeing Wen Xu nodding, Old Man Zhang immediately said, "That's really something to try!"

As an elegant 'art creator', Old Man Zhang still has some knowledge of the so-called tea. He knows that Fuzeyan produced in Wenjia Village now has a vaguely top-quality tea stand style. At least the tea appears on some gift lists now, which proves that the tea is not only of high-quality, but also gradually becomes more stylish. Although it is not as good as Dahongpao, the mother plant of Dahongpao is forbidden to pick it. How can you drink Dahongpao now? How much is it more expensive than Fuzeyan?

Old Man Zhang not only said that, but also put it on the stand and directly took the warm little table to play the tea ceremony.

Old Man Zhang was very skilled in his technique, and Wen Xu was dizzy when he looked at it. After a dazzled look, Old Man Zhang held up a cup of tea with both hands and put it in front of Wen Xu. He made a gesture of invitation and said solemnly.

Wen Xu was about to pick up his hand pot and take a sip. Seeing the old man's serious posture, he had to stop, then thanked him, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

After slapping this little mouthful, Wen Xu sucked his lips and then savored a little bit of the taste. It really seemed a little different from his sucking pot. The tea smell was simpler and more mellow, and the aftertaste seemed to be more fragrant. In short, Wen Xu felt that it was better than his purple sand pot.

So Wenxu gave the old man a thumbs up and gave him a big thumbs up: "The skills are better than mine!"

At this time, Old Man Zhang signaled his youngest son to sit down seriously, and then poured him a cup: "Take it carefully, you must know that this is a good tea. People from other places are reluctant to treat this tea to us!"

The big boy was serious, but he actually made Wen Xu look a little bookish and disappeared. He was so stupid that he had just made the deer more elegant. He reached out and gently pinched the cup and lifted it with his other fingertips. He held the bottom of the cup with his fingertips, tasted a small sip, and then drank a small sip, and finally sipped it all in one go.

"It's really good tea," said the big boy.

"Drink more good tea!" Wen Xu smiled and put the small box containing tea on the tea table in front of Mr. Zhang: "If there are more, I will give you a little more. If you don't dislike this, you can take it back and make a pot after dinner and drink it slowly!"

The small wooden box of Wenxu's tea is not big, but it's exquisite. The amount of each box is not large, and it's just about a small handful. Although the amount is small, it not only does not lose its shape, but also increases a lot. After many things have high shape, you fill it with a large water cup and give it to others. People think that this thing is definitely not as good as others say, and they can't help but look down on it in their hearts.

But just giving such a small piece of cake and having drunk a little bit, it often looks more humane than giving you a big box, especially among friends.

Speaking of which, this is not the first time Wen Xu has done this. There is a Fuzeyan tea tree in his space, which is the most awesome Fuzeyan tea tree in the world. Just a small stick and a small handful of gifts may not be delivered to the earth or even a explosion. But others don’t know that this tea itself is expensive, and Lao Zhu was sold by Lunke. Although a small handful of gifts has been drunk, people will feel that they will be ashamed of the boss as soon as they take it.

Old Man Zhang refused for a few seconds, but after all, Wen Xu was not stubborn, so he had to put the small wooden box at his hand, meaning he had accepted it himself.

After chatting for a while, waiting for the tea to be drunk, Old Man Zhang said he wanted to visit Wen Xu's home. Since the guests were interested, Wen Xu naturally led the guests into the house and looked up and downstairs.

Old Man Zhang had anything to say, but he praised it. His youngest son looked left and right with his big eyes open and looked very devoted.

After visiting Wenxu's home, the old man Zhang spoke out and invited Wenxu to see him to see the first kiln of porcelain produced in Wenjia Village. So Wenxu closed the door and threw Dongliang at home to visit the house. He followed the two of them to the porcelain kiln.

As the old man left the village and crossed the bridge, Wen Xu realized that the old man's kiln was not outside, but in a big room. To put it simply, it was a big metal box, which looked a bit like a single-door refrigerator, about three meters square.

This is an electric furnace. Nowadays, few people use wood to burn porcelain, because the temperature of the wood fire is not easy to control, so the electric furnace is much simpler and more controllable than the wood stove. Anyway, it is just a matter of one sentence, electric furnace is convenient and easy to use!

The old man also asked Wenxu to stand in front of the electric stove: "Come on!"

Wen Xu looked at it and pulled it out. He immediately felt that the door was thick and hard enough. He used all his strength to pull it open.

When I opened it, I saw that it was full of plain porcelain, which was completely different from the colorful purples that Wen Xu imagined, and I couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Chapter completed!