The waiter was erotic and eloquent. He was probably a gold medal salesperson at the tea shop. After a conversation, not only Chen Ji and Yao Ran nodded repeatedly, but even Zhao Qi was moved.

Damn it has been ten days since I traveled through time. The person who used to keep tea in the past suddenly felt like he lost his soul without tea.

But Zhao Qi knew quite clearly about history that his own broken cave had no conditions for drinking tea.

The tea drinking culture of the Tang Dynasty had just entered a lively period, and the way of making and drinking tea was very brutal.

After steaming the tea leaves, they are pressed into tea cakes and dried. When drinking, they break off a small piece and grind it into pieces and cook in a small pot. When cooking, they also have to add some ingredients such as onions, ginger, salt and mustard. Therefore, the tea in the Tang Dynasty basically boils a pot of tea soup that is mixed with five flavors.

Zhao Qi has never drunk this kind of tea soup, and he didn't want to drink it, because just thinking about it makes me feel disgusted.

Later, a man named Lu Yu appeared in the Tang Dynasty and wrote a tea scripture, pointing out that making tea with onion, ginger and salt is a blasphemy against tea. To truly taste the taste of tea, you must not add any ingredients, use good water, fire and tea sets, and then a complete set of tea-drinking utensils and cumbersome procedures were derived.

Lu Yu's tea classics were enthusiastically sought after by a large number of literati and elegant guests, which also led to a great increase in the enthusiasm of folk tea growing. Some famous mountains and famous teas have gradually formed a scale and climate. By the Southern Song Dynasty, drinking tea was no longer just the patent of the literati class, but had long become a common item for ordinary people like the firewood, rice, oil and salt.

The way to drink tea was completely different from the Song Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, from cultivating tea to brewing.

However, this kind of brewing is still not the familiar brewing method Zhao Qi is familiar with. Instead, the tea leaves are grinded and then mixed with boiling water into a paste, and then poured in boiling water to form a unique tea-making feature in the Song Dynasty. The masters of tea-making even have superb tea-dividing skills, just like Western fancy coffee, which can brew various patterns with tea, which is very mysterious.

However, after the invasion of the Mongol Yuan, as the country lost its territory, the overall depression of the gentry, this tea culture was also destroyed and destroyed on a large scale. The matcha and tea ceremony in Japan were spread from the Song Dynasty and passed down.

The habit of brewing tea powder in the Tang and Song dynasties was Japan's matcha, but it had completely disappeared in China.

As for the cumbersome procedures and various exquisite tea sets of Japanese tea ceremony, it is just a inheritance of the tea-making culture and then brought back by Japanese monks to pass on it. However, it is generally only popular among the Japanese aristocratic class.

The Song Dynasty is almost dead now, and drinking tea will definitely not be as important as firewood, rice, oil and salt for ordinary people. Therefore, in a small place like Yanggong Town, the better the tea, the worse it is.

While the waiter was speaking, he took out another ceramic jar from the counter, opened the lid, and then a tea fragrance emanated.

"Look at Dalang, this is the top-grade Lingshan new tea produced by our Qingyuan Mansion. The price is 200 pounds per pound, but it is much inferior in terms of appearance and fragrance. The brewing color is yellow-green..." The waiter took a piece of tea cake the size of a palm from the jar and watched.

Chen Ji and Yao Ran also surrounded him and sniffed and chewed, and nodded. It really felt that this new tea was not as good as this Huawu Chen Tea.

"Okay!" Zhao Qi decided to buy some and try it first. Although he may not be used to the habit of drinking tea with powder, if you want to drink stir-fried green tea, at least you have to wait until the spring next year. In the future, if you deal with some well-known characters, you will definitely be laughed at if you don't know how to drink tea.

What's more, after visiting the Song Dynasty, it must be a big regret that I didn't learn to drink the Song Dynasty tea.

However, when buying and selling, asking for a price everywhere and paying back the money, the Chen Cha, who was 200 ounces per pound, was naturally unwilling to return the tea cake to the waiter and said, "Two hundred ounces of Chen Cha is too expensive, how about a hundred ounces?"

"Dalang, we sell it to the Japanese for one tael of silver per kilogram, and two hundred folks are already a loss!" Xiaoer said with a bitter face.

"It's all old tea. Your shopkeeper must know that even if you sell one pound, you can make one pound. If you keep this tea for two or three months, no one will want it if it's fifty cents a pound. There are not many other teas in eastern Zhejiang and Fujian, and there are all over the place. If you don't sell me, I will go to another tea shop to check it out!" Zhao Qi pretended to turn and leave.

"Hey, Dalang stays there and sells it to you, how much do you want!" The waiter grabbed Zhao Qi's arm.

"Haha, that's right. I'm just a bitter person. Drinking tea is just a genius. It's too expensive to drink. Let's have two pounds first. If it's delicious, come and buy it after a few days!" Zhao Qi successfully bargained, and naturally he had a smile on his face.

"Okay!" The waiter made a deal and started weighing and packing Zhao Qi happily.

"What are Brother Yao thinking?" Zhao Qi was about to pay, but he couldn't help asking when he looked at Yao Ran's expression that he wanted to speak but stopped.

"Brother Zhao, although this Huawu is Chencha, it is indeed of good quality. One hundred pounds per pound is really cheap. We also want to buy some and take it back. I wonder if Brother Zhao can borrow some money to buy a few pounds first..." Yao Ran blushed and covered his face with a fan and said in a low voice.

Zhao Qi suddenly realized, nodded and agreed, and took out a handful of Jiaozi from his arms and counted it. There were about three guan. After thinking for a while, he took out a few pieces of silver. He added up to a copper coins worth Yiguan and handed them to the waiter and said, "Buy ten jin, pack one jin and one pack, but I bought a lot, so you have to give me another piece of new tea to taste!"

"Okay! Dalang is worried, I promise to give you enough scales and give you two taels of Lingshan new tea!" The waiter was so happy that he couldn't stop talking about it, and he collected the money and started packing it up.

Ten minutes later, the three of them went out with a few bags of tea.

"It's cost-effective. This Huawu is at least 400 pounds per pound in the capital. I can't afford to drink it on weekdays!" With the tea leaves, Yao Ran's mouth was tilted with joy.

"Brother Yao said it well. This Huawu tea is very popular in the capital. It is all about high-ranking officials and nobles. Last time I drank it, I was a few fellow Imperial College students to treat them. I took these teas back to give to teachers and to learn more, so I was worthy of face!" Chen Ji said with a relaxed smile.

As the three of them left, the waiter spat at Yao Ran's back and muttered to the sap.

When Yao Ran entered the door, he started to argue with him. It was both Longjing and Rizhu's ridicule, but he didn't expect that he was dressed neatly and gentle, but he was a two poor man. He had to borrow money from Zhao Qi to buy tea.

However, after muttering, the waiter was also confused, and looked at Zhao Qi's sloppy back and was a little dazed.

Almost everyone in the town knew that Zhao Qi was not only crazy but also poor in the past, but today he was so happy that he always paid for tea. Did the Mountain God bring money to show his soul?
Chapter completed!