Chapter 488 (2/2)

“I just feel that the box is too small.” Yuan Zhou murmured.

After a sound of “Bo”, Yuan Zhou opened the box lightly.

“System, the tea provided is way too little.” Yuan Zhou looked at the tea that filled half a box and said that.

The system displayed, “It’s the Pre-Ching Ming Longjing Tribute Tea. The yield is only 400g every year and that is all here in your hand.”

Yuan Zhou covered the box subconsciously and reacted very quickly, saying, “Do you mean it only produces so little tea every year?”

The system displayed, “Yes.”

“No wonder it’s the Pre-Ching Ming Tea. It’s as precious as the gold, but this is way too little.” Yuan Zhou sighed with emotion.

The system displayed, “Lu Yu, the Sage of Tea in Tang Dynasty, described the production record of the tea grown in both Tianzhu Temple and Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou in his literary work Book of Tea. In the Northern Song Dynasty, tea production began to take shape. The Eminent Monk Biancai once tasted the tea and composed poems at the foot of Shifeng Hill in Longjing district with Su Shi. After that, he wrote the three characters of Old Long Jing personally to make it a horizontal inscribed board. Later, the successive reigns and dynasties all spoke highly of the tea.”

“During Qianlong Period of Qing Dynasty, the emperor designated the 18 tea plants in front of Hugong Temple at the foot of Shifeng Hill as the tribute tea. The tea in your hand is produced from those 18 tea plants, therefore the amount is quite little.”

“But you are the system. Don’t you have more?” For precious stuff, Yuan Zhou had always believed the more, the better.

The system displayed, “Pre-Ching Ming Tea is harvested before the Qingming Festival.”

“Understood.” Yuan Zhou indicated that he understood that instantly.

The time of harvesting was just the reason why the Pre-Ching Ming Tea was so precious. It was the treasure when harvested three days earlier while it became worthless grass when harvested three days late. Besides, there were only 18 tea plants in all. Having known about that, Yuan Zhou was reluctant to sell it anymore. It was so little that he’d rather keep it and drink it by himself.

Looking at the box, Yuan Zhou felt he was so lucky. Even if one had money, he probably couldn’t buy it for sure.

“It seems that I can enjoy the precious tea this afternoon.” Yuan Zhou looked at the warm sunshine and wanted to have a try.

That’s right. Yuan Zhou was prepared to make tea to drink. He just intended to sit at the door instead of other places as he wanted others to know that he had mastered the tea ceremony.

Otherwise, that would be no different from wearing gorgeous silk clothing but walking in the night. Yuan Zhou was quite considerate to others.

“Xi Xi Suo Suo”. After quite a while, Yuan Zhou carried out other tea sets provided by the system and put them on the table on which he usually sculpted. Having placed the Eggshell-Thin Delicate Porcelain Cups well carefully, he sat down and prepared to start.

“Boss Yuan, Brother Yuan.” There passed a clear and melodious female sound.

“Hi, Xiaoyun. There you are.” Yuan Zhou raised his head and greeted her warmly.

“Yes. Brother Yuan, are you busy?” With a blush on her face, Mu Xiaoyun looked at Yuan Zhou curiously. She was wearing a beige sweater, a dark blue short skirt, and a pair of snow-white tennis shoes.

“You don’t have classes today?” Instead of answering her, Yuan Zhou asked again.

“It is Saturday today. I come over to my dad’s home to find my brother.” Mu Xiaoyun answered obediently.

“Alright. Wait a moment. Let’s drink tea together.” Instead of waiting for Mu Xiaoyun’s answer, Yuan Zhou straightforwardly prepared a position and turned back to the second floor to carry a chair downstairs.

“Drink tea? Thank you so much, Brother Yuan.” Mu Xiaoyun agreed obediently.

“Um. My treat, this time.” Yuan Zhou indicated that he didn’t stand treat just because she called him “Brother”.

Even if he was called “Uncle” by others, Yuan Zhou could guarantee it wasn’t because of that.

It was just because one person would merely drink tea while two companions would taste tea, even if Mu Xiaoyun was a little girl.

“Um, um.” Mu Xiaoyun nodded her head and sat on the chair.

“Don’t talk while drinking tea,” said Yuan Zhou before he began to make tea.