"Come on, sit first, Xiao Fang, what tea do you drink? Green tea or Tieguanyin? I have the best Dahongpao here, do you want to try it?"

After bringing Fang Yi and Fatty into the office, Zhao Hongtao asked, in addition to his love of cultural relics, he also had a hobby of tea, so there was also a lot of tea in the bookcase behind the desk.

"Brother Zhao, is it the Dahongpao picked from the mother trees in Wuyi Mountain?"

After hearing Zhao Hongtao's words, Fang Yi's eyes lit up. Although what he drank in the mountains were all the tea fried from wild tea trees, the old Taoist priest was a tea lover. When Fang Yi was seven or eight years old, he asked him to recite Lu Yu's "Tea Sutra" and explained to him the differences between tea leaves in different places.

However, although Fang Yi knew a lot of theoretical knowledge about tea, the best tea he had ever drunk was the West Lake Longjing that he drank at Man Jun’s home these days, not to mention the Wuyi Dahongpao, which was highly praised by his master.

"You boy, you have a pretty chewy mouth. Where can I find you that kind of tea?"

Zhao Hongtao was stunned by Fang Yi's statement, but then smiled bitterly. Wuyi Dahongpao is a strange creature in the Chinese Mingyuan. He is known as the "top scholar in tea". He is the king of rock tea. He can be called a national treasure and is known as the "Wuyi Tea King".

The mother trees Fang Yi mentioned are only four thousand-year-old ancient tea trees that remain on the steep cliffs of Jiulongke in Wuyi Mountain. The yield is rare and is regarded as a rare treasure. It has been used as tributes from ancient times to the present and cannot be bought in the market.

Zhao Hongtao is a tea lover. Once he was on a business trip, he even went to Jiulongke to find an opportunity to ask for some tea. Who knew that when he was still dozens of meters away from those mother trees, he was stopped by the armed police who were standing guard and could only take a look at him from a distance.

"Oh, it turns out that it's not the tea on the mother tree..."

Fang Yi was a little disappointed when he heard this. When his master was young, he secretly picked the tea leaves from the mother trees and kept telling Fang Yi that it was the best tea he had ever drunk in his life, so Fang Yi was particularly impressed.

"Do you think that thing can be bought with money?" Zhao Hongtao glared at Fang Yi angrily. Not to mention that the tea leaves on the mother trees cannot be bought with money, even if they can be bought, it is probably a sky-high price, and Zhao Hongtao can't afford it.

"Let you guys taste my good tea..." Zhao Hongtao, who originally planned to use some ordinary tea to deal with Fang Yi, took out his own inventory after Fang Yi said this.

"Fang Yi, this tea leaves are 58,000 pounds, you can taste it first. If you can't tell me something good, Brother Zhao, I can't spare you..."

Since he is a tea lover, Zhao Hongtao's tea sets are naturally complete. After taking out the top set of tea sets, Zhao Hongtao used the skills of Kung Fu tea to make a tea bowl of Dahongpao.

"Hey, Brother Zhao, where is mine?" Seeing that Zhao Hongtao had only brewed a tea bowl, the fat man couldn't help but be anxious. He was thirsty after just after dinner, but he didn't expect that the tea would not be his share.

"I have tea on my table, so you can soak it yourself..."

Zhao Hongtao waved his hand casually, saying, "What a joke? Apart from being soaked by his teacher Sun Lianda once, he has never drunk the current curator. If he hadn't been stimulated by Fang Yi's words just now, Zhao Hongtao wouldn't have taken it out at all."

"Okay, I'll make it myself..." It doesn't matter what kind of tea the fat man drinks. He just mixes the top-notch Dahongpao and a few dollars per pound of cheap tea for him to drink. The fat man probably can't make any difference.

"Xiao Fang, how about it? Pinpin?" After pouring tea for Fang Yi with familiarity, Zhao Hongtao spoke, with a look of pride on his face.

"Brother Zhao is good at craftsmanship. All of these techniques of "high-rushing, low-pumping, sucking, and sucking cover" came out..." After Zhao Hongtao made tea, Fang Yi did not rush to pick up the tea bowl, but gave Zhao Hongtao a thumbs up. Although he also understood these, he could not be as skilled as Zhao Hongtao.

"Hey, you kid really understand tea?" After hearing Fang Yi's words, Zhao Hongtao couldn't help but look at him differently. This is because what Fang Yi said was the terms in making tea, and it was not that old tea lovers didn't understand the meaning at all.

"Hehe, I just understand a little..."

Fang Yi smiled, pressed the edge of the cup with his right index finger and thumb, pressed the bottom of the cup with his middle finger, and brought the tea bowl to his mouth. However, Fang Yi did not drink it, but now he smelled the fragrance of tea at the nose.

"It's interesting, who taught you this?"

Seeing Fang Yi's actions, the surprise in Zhao Hongtao's eyes became increasingly intense. The fat man next to him was confused, but Zhao Hongtao knew that Fang Yi's action of picking up the tea bowl was nicknamed "Three Dragons Protecting the Cauldron" by the old tea lovers.

"It's nothing to do in the mountains, I often drink tea with my master..." Fang Yi replied with a smile, then put the tea bowl to his mouth and took a small sip.

"How is it?" Zhao Hongtao stared at Fang Yi tightly, wanting to hear Fang Yi's comments on this tea. Before he knew it, Zhao Hongtao had already regarded Fang Yi as an equal to him and understood tea.

"Good tea, although I have never drunk Dahongpao on the mother tree, this tea should be quite different..."

Fang Yi praised it, took another sip before putting the tea bowl on the tea table, and said, "Crush the white jade, weaving red yarn, fried yellow stamens, and twisting the jingdu flowers. The previous and next sentences are not suitable. I will use these four sentences to comment on this tea..."

"You boy can even have Yuan Zhen's poems?"

Hearing Fang Yi's words, Zhao Hongtao was so surprised that his chin could not close. He knew that those words came from Yuan Zhen's "One-to-Seven-character Poems·Tea", and were not widely circulated in the poems praising tea. Unexpectedly, Fang Yi could actually recite them.

"Fang Yi, you really haven't attended school?"

Zhao Hongtao couldn't help asking, not to mention anything else, even some graduate students who study ancient Chinese may not be able to memorize Yuan Zhen's poem. From this point of view alone, Fang Yi's foundation in ancient Chinese is very deep.

"No, but I have read many books, including rare ancient books..." Fang Yi was a little moved at this time. Thinking that the books that Master had collected before were sent to someone by his master in the end were finally sent to someone. Fang Yi couldn't help but feel distressed.

From the beginning of my memory, Fang Yi remembered that the old Taoist priest's room was full of books. According to the master, these books were collected from some wealthy families during the turmoil. They were also a kind of protection for them.

At that time, Fang Yi did not understand what his master said, but when he grew up and learned about the chaotic situation for ten years, Fang Yicai knew that if the master had not brought these books up the mountain, he might have been burned to death and even pieces of paper would not be left behind.

But when Fang Yi was twelve years old and almost kept all the contents of those books in mind, one day when he came back from the mountains, he found that there were many people coming from the Taoist temple, including Taoist priests and ordinary people, who packed and took away all the books of his master.

Afterwards, Fang Yi once asked the master the whereabouts of the book. The old Taoist priest said that they were given to people. According to him, books are for learning, not for collection. As long as they keep it in mind, they will always be their own things.

"Your master is a real master!"

When Zhao Hongtao heard Fang Yi telling the old Taoist priest's past, he sighed. He was a person from that era, so he naturally knew how crazy the people were at that time. Even Kong Laoer's tomb was almost exploded, not to mention how many precious cultural relics, calligraphy, paintings and rare ancient books were burned.

"What a master, just a sloppy Taoist priest..."

The fat man who couldn't even get his mouth next to him heard Zhao Hongtao praise the old Taoist priest, but he couldn't help but say that he had lived in Taoist temples since he was a child. His biggest sense of the old Taoist priest is sloppy and unkempt, and he was also a divine thing. Fang Yi's nickname is from the old Taoist priest.

"What do you know..."

Zhao Hongtao shook his head. He now knew why the teacher valued Fang Yi so much. Not to mention some graduate students, this kid's historical skills may not be as good as him. With a little guidance, if you want to enter the antique industry, it will basically be a natural thing.

"Fang Yi, in the future, you can drink any other tea in my office except this..."

When Zhao Hongtao met someone who knew tea, he was not stingy. Of course, Fang Yi could not let the 58,000 pounds of tea be allowed to drink. This thing was like the ancient Pu'er tea collected in the Forbidden City. After drinking it, he had no place to buy it.

"Thank you, Brother Zhao, I don't drink tea, I only taste tea..."

Fang Yi's words made Zhao Hongtao smile. This is what a person who knows tea should say. A person who pours a large tea cup with boiling water like a fat man is simply chewing peonies. Zhao Hongtao is a waste of tea that costs ten yuan per pound.

"By the way, there's something else..."

Zhao Hongtao took out a card from the drawer of his desk and said, "Fang Yi, there is a canteen in the museum. The teacher asked me to apply for a meal card for you. You can come here for lunch in the future. The outside is not very hygienic..."

"Brother Zhao, why are you so embarrassed? We just need to have a fast food outside..."

Seeing Zhao Hongtao and his teacher think so thoughtfully, Fang Yi was also moved. In this world, except for his master who raised him like a sheep, no one has ever had such a relationship with Fang Yi.

"Master accepted you as a disciple, we are a family..." Zhao Hongtao pushed the meal card to Fang Yi and said with a smile: "Your Brother Zhao is also a poor man, there is only 300 yuan here. If you go back, you can recharge the value in the cafeteria yourself, and spend as much as you eat..."

The meal card matter was indeed handled by Mr. Sun to Zhao Hongtao. He knew that Brother Fang Yi would definitely not have time to cook at noon when he wanted to set up a stall, and the food outside was definitely not as cheap as the canteen in their restaurant. Mr. Sun was really concerned about Fang Yi, a disciple.

"Brother Zhao, then thank you and the teacher..."
Chapter completed!