Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 493 Open a Tea House

Jiang Nianen got up from the ground and asked cautiously: "Senior, who are you?"

At this time, the crowd of onlookers was frightened. They were afraid that they would lie on the ground without knowing whether they were alive or dead just like the three of them.

Liu Qinghuan didn't answer his words immediately, but moved the three people on the ground to the side of the street with a wave, so as not to block the road, then walked into the teahouse, and put a shield at the entrance.

Sitting down at the edge of a table, he thought about it for a moment, and when he raised his head, he had recovered his original appearance.

Jiang Nianen, who had been trembling all this time, opened his mouth wide, as if he couldn't believe his eyes: "Liu, Liu... benefactor?"

Liu Qinghuan laughed a little and said: "It seems that you know me, but you don't need to be called Engong, my real name is Liu Qinghuan."

The young man froze in place, suspiciously said: "Are you really Liu Engong? You look exactly like the portrait."

Liu Qinghuan wiped his face, and his facial features returned to the normal look before, and said, "Portrait?"

Jiang Nianen seemed to be finally sure, with excitement on his face, he knelt down with a bang, his lips trembling, unable to speak.

Liu Qinghuan waved helplessly and said, "Get up and talk."

Jiang Nianen quickly stood up, and sat on the side with some restraint: "My grandfather's family has a portrait of my grandfather, which was drawn by my mother, and my grandfather, grandmother and mother would occasionally talk about the events of the past. I must tell the younger generation of the Wu family to remember your kindness."

Liu Qinghuan didn't expect that Wu Tianyong would remember him for so long because he just did something conveniently, and asked, "How old are you this year?"

"Back to benefactor, I am seventeen years old this year."

At the age of 17, being able to do what you did before when things happen to you is pretty good.

Liu Qinghuan looked closely at his face, and could vaguely see Wu Tianyong's shadow. He asked gently: "So, your grandparents and mother have passed away? Where's your father?"

Jiang Nianen lowered his eyes and said: "Yes, my grandparents passed away when I was young, and so did my father... My mother has always been in poor health. Later, she went to some secret place with someone and was seriously injured when she came back. She died a few months ago. ..."

In just a few months, someone came to bully him. It seems that Baihutang's behavior is quite arrogant.

Liu Qinghuan stood up and walked between the tables: "Your family opened this tea house? Didn't your family run a refining shop before?"

Jiang Nianen put away his sad emotions and said with an embarrassed smile: "The refining shop has been closed long ago. Only my great-grandfather can refine weapons in my family. None of our descendants have that talent, so we turned to other livelihoods. After the Eagle's Nest City was built, , my grandfather had a unique vision, so he bought this teahouse here, but..."

Liu Qinghuan turned around: "Huh?"

Jiang Nianen lowered his head and said: "My mother is weak, and she has been taking medication all these years. Originally, the family still had some savings, but after the mother was injured, most of it was spent, leaving only this teahouse. The business was okay before, but recently In the past two years, due to the tense war in the Eastern Wasteland, many people have gone there, and the Eagle's Nest City has been depressed a lot, and our location is a bit remote, so the business has dropped a lot. In addition, those hungry people in the White Tiger Hall Tiger comes to make trouble from time to time, so no one comes."

Liu Qinghuan nodded: "Baihutang... is it a small sect? Your family has a deep grudge with Baihutang?"

Jiang Nianen said disdainfully: "What kind of sect is it? It's just gathering some idle monks to live in the Eagle's Nest City by cheating and abducting, and from time to time they do some bullying and fearing the hard. The people in it have all kinds of sects, and some gossips are the most well-informed Like today's Zheng, who knew my mother had passed away, he grabbed the tiger's skin and wanted to swallow my teahouse."

He looked at Liu Qinghuan gratefully: "If it weren't for the benefactor's action today, I'm afraid I would not only be taken away by them, but also be killed."

He knelt down again: "My benefactor has done my Wu family several times of great kindness. I, I... the younger generation can't repay you. I would like to be an ox or a horse to repay your kindness!"

Liu Qinghuan rubbed the center of his brows, and pulled the young man who kept kowtowing to his feet: "You Wu family's temperament of kneeling at every turn needs to be changed. Besides, I don't need a cow or a horse if I want you. Stand up and talk to me carefully." .”

Jiang Nianen's face was flushed, and he didn't know whether it was from anxiety or shame.

Liu Qinghuan pondered for a while, and said, "There is a small courtyard behind your teahouse?"

"Yes, I live here on weekdays." Jiang Nian'en led him to a small door, and after opening, there was a square courtyard with a cool well in the courtyard, four or five houses in front, and east and west sides on both sides. There are three compartments each.

Liu Qinghuan looked around and nodded in satisfaction.Seeing Jiang Nianen's puzzled look, he smiled and said, "Speaking of which, now that I'm planning to enter the WTO for a while, running a teahouse is a good idea."

After thinking about it, I feel that this idea is more and more good.This is not the noisy street outside, but it is not particularly remote, so it can be said to be a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle.

He took out a storage bag: "This is a low-grade spirit stone worth 100 yuan, so let me sell it to this teahouse."

"No, no, no!" Jiang Nian'en waved his hands again and again, seeing Liu Qinghuan's surprised eyes, he hurriedly said: "If my benefactor wants this teahouse, this junior should offer it with both hands, and I dare not accept a spirit stone from you."

Liu Qinghuan gave him a sideways glance: "Take it if you tell you to, it's useless! I'm a... Foundation Establishment cultivator, can't I still covet you for so many spirit stones!"

Jiang Nianen refused to accept it, and said with a stiff neck: "If my grandfather and mother know that I have taken your spirit stone, they will definitely drive me out of the house. I will have no face to see them in the future!"

Liu Qinghuan couldn't do anything about this stubborn boy for a while, but seeing his eyes shining brightly, he said: "Grandpa, you want to open a tea house, I'll be your waiter. I have been helping the family as a waiter since I was a child, and I know everything about making tea, brewing tea and delivering tea." .”

"You are a monk, what kind of church do you go to, you should concentrate on your cultivation! You are only 17 years old and only practiced the fifth level of qi, how dare you waste your time?"

Jiang Nianen let out an ah, with a dumbfounded expression on his face.Among the people he has known since he was a child, it is considered fast for him to reach the fifth level of Qi training at the age of 20.

Liu Qinghuan immediately understood that loose cultivation resources are scarce, and one spirit stone can be broken into two pieces, so it is easy to be reluctant to use pills.It's not easy for this kid, so I can't help feeling a little bit more sorry for him: "Your aptitude is good, why don't you find a sect to join? This way the road to cultivation will be smoother."

But Jiang Nianen shook his head and said: "I have joined the sect, what should my mother do, I don't worry about her being outside alone."

"Your mother is a foundation cultivator." You, a poor kid, still worry about your mother?
Jiang Nian'en said seriously: "My parents are here, so I don't want to travel far. Besides, I have no connections. At most, I just join a small sect. The conditions are not necessarily good, and I'm not as comfortable as I am now."

In this way, it can be regarded as filial piety, and she has her own ideas, so Liu Qinghuan will not say more.

Jiang Nian'en refused to buy the spirit stone from the tea house, but wanted to stay and help him run the hall, even if he couldn't get rid of him.Liu Qinghuan considered that some chores really required someone to run errands, so she agreed, and offered him a monthly salary of 15 yuan for low-grade spirit stones.

Jiang Nian'en still refused to accept it, so Liu Qinghuan had no choice but to say: "If you are a white worker, I dare not take you, I would rather invite outsiders. Also, don't call me Engong in the future, if anyone asks, just say my name is Zhang and my name is Qingfeng. "

The kid said with an aggrieved face, "Then what do I call you?"

Liu Qinghuan thought for a while: "Just call me sir."

Jiang Nian'en complied, and diligently began to tidy up the messed up storefront.

The three people outside the door had slipped away quietly at some point, Liu Qinghuan ignored him, and was going to re-organize the environment of the teahouse.

There is no need to make a plaque anymore, and the name of Qingfeng Tea House will be used.Although there is only one floor, the interior windows are bright and clean, and the ventilation is good. The main hall area is not small, and there is a counting room, a pantry, and even a small kitchen for refreshments.

Liu Qinghuan didn't want to make money, so she planned to arrange it according to her own preferences.

He was very interested, and he did it little by little. In just a few days, the whole teahouse completely changed.

All the original tables and chairs in the main hall were removed, and a screen was placed at the entrance to block the sight from the outside.Liu Qinghuan specially set up a soundproof array to block the noisy sounds outside.

Bamboo curtains are hung on the windows facing the street, and bamboo carvings, bonsai, strange stones, flowers and other decorations are placed in random places in the house to divide the unobstructed space into small spaces. There are tea sets of different shapes, matched with the same armchairs and soft cushions.There is a chess table by the window, and a large desk with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

In this way, there are only four tea tables in the whole teahouse, which looks elegant and interesting.

The small kitchen for refreshments was also converted into a small room for rest on weekdays, with a wooden couch and a few chairs.

Jiang Nianen was dumbfounded and said: "Mr... sir, isn't this too elegant? There are some rough guys around here, what if there is no business?"

But Liu Qinghuan said with satisfaction: "It's nothing, nothing is better, it's clean. By the way, did you buy the spiritual tea that I asked you to buy?"

Jiang Nian'en said: "I made an appointment at a famous tea shop, and I will talk about it today. But sir, we really want to sell Junshan Yunwu tea for a pot of ten Lingshi, and Baiqi for a pot of Lingshi for 50 yuan. Plain flower tea? This, this... the cheapest one needs a spirit stone and a pot..."

Liu Qinghuan had already walked to a tea table by the window, and sat down with the scent of tea from the teapot on the table. The sunlight leaking in through the slits of the bamboo curtain made her feel warm.

He hadn't felt this kind of complete relaxation for a long time, and suddenly he felt drowsy, and said lazily: "Make the tea card, hang it in a conspicuous place at the entrance, and write that this shop does not provide refreshments. In the future, if someone comes to the door, you just go to it." There is no credit for tea and money collection, etc. When you have nothing to do on weekdays, you can practice with peace of mind."

"Oh. I'm going to buy some decorations on the antique shelf next to the wall in a while."

Liu Qinghuan raised her eyes: "Let's leave it empty for now, I may refine some pills or magic tools in the future, and put them up for sale."

Jiang Nianen didn't know what to say at all, and he also saw that Liu Qinghuan didn't really want to do business, and basically acted as he wanted.

In response, he should clean the pantry first.

Liu Qinghuan squinted lazily for a while before taking out a jade slip to look at.

What is recorded in the jade slips are the real characters of the talismans that Huang Eryaotuo wrote to him. Taking advantage of his spare time now, he is going to study it carefully to see if he can solve the secret of the three things with strange characters on his body.

Whether it is alchemy or talisman making, if you want to master these partial arts, it will not happen overnight, each of which will take a lot of time.

Thinking about him for so many years, he has barely achieved some success in alchemy.When Jinqianzhong left the country before, he had prepared the materials for refining weapons and was going to practice refining techniques, but they all put it on hold because he had to re-practice fire-type alchemy.

Fortunately, he didn't want to learn how to make talismans from scratch, he only needed to understand the real characters of various talismans, and then compared them with yellow cloth, jade talismans, and animal skins to find similarities or similarities.

Those characters composed of dots and lines are too special, and there are many kinds of real characters in talismans, only a few of which are really similar to them, such as the previous ones such as Xingwen, Vermicombs, Shuilingwen, etc., but it does not represent other characters. The species has no similarities, so his progress is not fast.

The days flowed slowly while he thought about it slowly and leisurely. All the shops on this street knew that the Qingfeng Tea House had changed owners. The new owner was an arty weirdo, and the tea in it was frighteningly expensive.

The tea card hanging at the entrance frightened away a large number of guests. Those who deliberately made trouble and those who did not pay for the tea were all thrown out, and they passed out for a long time on the street. Disappeared yo.

This includes Baihutang who came to find trouble.

The three short men from that day were extremely resentful after returning, and sued them in the hall.They didn't take down even a small teahouse, so who would be willing to serve them in Baihutang in the future, so what a loss of face!

So, when the teahouse was reopened, more than a dozen vicious men came to the door, intending to demolish the whole teahouse, but as soon as they walked in, no one saw anyone, so they flew out and landed right in the middle of the small street. I slept for a long time on overlapping floors.

This was terrible, and the senior management of Baihutang was also alarmed, but they also knew something was wrong, so they no longer dared to go directly to the door, but sent a master in the early stage of foundation establishment to sneak over in the middle of the night with a fire pocket, and then The next day, someone found him hanging from a tree three miles away, and he still hasn't woken up.

The head of the White Tiger Hall was only at the late stage of foundation establishment, after tossing and turning for several nights, he finally made up his mind and asked the second head, a mid-stage foundation builder, to come to apologize with a mahogany treasure box.

These days, the nearby neighbors watched a big show, and when they saw someone coming, they immediately moved out of the bench to drink tea, and happily prepared to watch the show.

The hatred in the second hall master's heart, but at this time, he didn't care about the eyes behind him, he just stepped into the threshold of Qingfeng Teahouse in fear, stood for a while, and was obviously relieved when he found that he was not thrown out the door. After wiping off his sweat, he moved in step by step like stepping on pins and needles.

But a young man turned out from behind the screen at the entrance, and said to him expressionlessly: "Mr. said, I told you to put down your things and leave, and don't come here again."

So, within a quarter of an hour after entering, the second hall master left the door empty-handed, his clothes soaked in cold sweat, and he ran away in a blink of an eye as if fleeing for his life.

Therefore, Qingfeng Tea House has been open for more than half a month, but no one dared to come to the door. Until this day, two middle-aged monks dressed in Confucian robes and literati came to the door, and the entire tea house finally had its first business.

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(End of this chapter)