Chapter 64 (1/2)

Tea people's commune.

The house hasn't been decorated for a long time. It looks rotten and old. Three or two old tables and chairs are placed at will without any aesthetic feeling.

It's cold, secluded and clean, which is probably one of the few advantages of this teahouse.

There are no other guests in the teahouse, except for Fang Yan, who just came in, who is just lying on a cane chair and dozing off.

Fang Yan deliberately stepped up and tried to wake up the waiter of the teahouse. I didn't expect that the guy was sleeping soundly, and I didn't know if I heard footsteps. I just turned over and went on sleeping.

Fang Yan had no choice but to shout out, ”man, let's have a pot of Longjing tea.”

The man finally woke up. The middle-aged man in his thirties had curly hair and a pale face. Wipe the water stains on the corners of the mouth, hold the glasses on the bridge of the nose, look at Fang Yan and ask, ”what do you want?”

”A pot of Longjing tea.” Fang Yan said again.

”No.” Said the man.

”What kind of tea do you have?” Fang Yan asked.

”Do you want Maojian tea? Only Maojian tea. It's from my family. It's fried by hand. Tea essence without spices. ” Middle aged guys started advertising their products.

Fang Yan looked at the middle-aged man carefully and asked, ”are you the boss?”

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, ”it's also a man.”

”What do you call it?” Fang Yan asked.

”Zhu Jian.” Said the middle-aged man.

Fang Yan stands up again, walks to the middle-aged man, smiles and says: ”I am Fang Yan. I asked you to meet. ”

”Teacher Fang?” Zhu Jian looks at Fang Yan in shock. ”Are you teacher Fang Yan?”

Zhu Jian was not surprised.

Zhu Jian received a call today. The caller claimed to be Fang Yan, the current Chinese teacher in class 9 of Zhuque high school.

Although Zhu Jian didn't want to communicate with the school any more, he was repeatedly persuaded and said that he could find a way to help him recover his reputation. Zhu Jian hesitates again and again, and finally agrees to meet Fang Yan.

It was like a long, thin, sharp thorn in his throat, which made him sleep uneasily.

The heavy burden of courting female students made him hardly raise his head in front of his family, relatives and friends.

He needs relief and a chance to get on the road lightly.

Fang Yan's words hit his heart, making it hard for him to refuse.

He thought Fang Yan would be a middle-aged man just like himself. But is this young man too young and immature? Is not the tenet of Zhuque high school run by elites? How can I recruit people at will?

”It's me.” Fang Yan said. He saw the deep questioning in Zhu Jian's eyes and said, ”shall we sit down and talk?”

”I'll make you a cup of tea.” Zhu Jian said.

Maojian tea is not as fragrant as Tieguanyin tea or as elegant as Longjing tea, but it has its own unique charm.

The tiny tip of the hair rolls in the boiling water several times and slowly stretches out. A layer of tiny white hair crumbs float and fluctuate in the glass. At first glance, it was like tea leaves were not cleaned. In fact, these white chips are the essence of Maojian tea.

Love tea called it ”pekoe”, which contains rich substances beneficial to human body. When drinking tea, you should drink these pekoe into your stomach.

Fang Yan took a sip of tea from the glass, felt it carefully, smiled and said, ”good tea.”

Zhu Jian's face was expressionless, and he was not satisfied with the praise from the other side. On the scene, how many words are worth believing?

”If I'm right, these tea trees grow on the top of the mountain. Wind and rain, sun exposure, so people feel that the color of the leaves is not green and the color of the tea is old. ” Fang Yan took another sip and commented: ”however, the tea collectors work hard. They only take buds for each piece of tea. This has picked up the essence of a tea tree.

”The fried tea man is also an expert. He roasts the tea with the burnt charcoal ash, not heavy fire, not strong power. He keeps the tender tea tip and the natural fragrance of the tea. As you said just now, although there is no flavor tea essence, the taste of this tea is better. ”

Zhu Jianshen was shocked and said, ”Mr. Fang is a tea ceremony expert. The tea was planted by the old father of the family. The tea mountain was just on the top of the mountain. The tea trees on the top of the mountain were difficult to water. It happened that the weather in southern Henan was dry in recent years, so the color of the tea was dark and ugly. In order to sell for a good price, I asked my parents to take only the tip, that is, the buds of the tea tree, and then go back to bake and fry in person ---- later, I lost my job, thinking that I usually like to drink tea. A teahouse was opened at the gate of the community. As you can see, it's hard to live because of the lack of capital and the remote location. ”

Zhu Jian just returned to the other side of the fire with a contempt of the heart of doubt, now no longer because of his tender and perfunctory mentality.

Fang Yan smiled and said, ”I'm not here to taste tea with Mr. Zhu. I think Mr. Zhu doesn't have the mood to taste tea now.”

Zhu Jian smiled bitterly and said, ”it's true.”

Fang Yan looks at Zhu Jian and asks, ”Mr. Zhu, is the school rumour true?”Zhu Jian didn't answer, but looked at Fang Yan thoughtfully and said, ”I don't understand why you asked me this question? Whose position do you represent? Just you yourself? Zhuque high school? ”