Relying on the system of criticizing people to become a god in farming literature

But he has always remembered Master Qiu's teachings, and he must speak in the same tone and not talk nonsense.

"It's nothing, it's just that the old man suddenly wanted to drink the new tea, so he sent me out to buy it."

"I'm still in a hurry. It's too late for me to go home and I should be anxious."

"Stop talking and take the first step."

Before Ah Fu could answer, A Ming walked past in a hurry.

Compared with Ah Fu who drives the carriage, A Ming who serves Master Qiu naturally has a higher status.

Therefore, he did not have to spend too much time explaining too much to Ah Fu.

Fortunately, I only met Ah Fu. If I had met Cheng Yaozu, it would have been impossible for him to leave so easily.

Looking at A Ming's hurried back, Ah Fu felt a little strange inexplicably.

There is no good tea in Qiu Mansion, why do we still have to go out and buy it?
Although Ah Fu is just a servant, he knows something about rich people.

They are particularly picky about pastimes such as wine and tea.

But Mr. Qiu is a patient now, and his temper is inevitably more tricky.

Maybe you don’t really want to drink tea at all, but just want a change of taste.

But Zuo Zuo had nothing to do now. After a little hesitation, Ah Fu followed A Ming's footsteps.

I saw A Ming leaving Qiu Mansion and walking along the street corner towards the west of the city.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, and stalls of various colors line both sides.

The shouts of vendors and the bargaining voices of customers are intertwined, forming a unique market symphony.

Following this noisy sound, Ah Fu hid his figure and followed along without noticing anything unusual.

A Ming's footsteps involuntarily walked faster and faster. For some reason, he felt a little uneasy.

He took advantage of the gap in the corner and quickly looked back.

The streets are full of people coming and going.

Some were in a hurry, some gathered in front of stalls to carefully select products, and some stood on the roadside talking.

A vendor selling candied haws on a stick was holding up a stick filled with candied haws, attracting children.

At first glance, it looks no different from usual times.

A Ming didn't find any suspicious figure, so he could only rub his head and mumble, and then rushed to the teahouse.

Ah Fu, who was hiding behind the stall, shouted in his heart that he was in danger.

I don't have this kind of sneaky experience on weekdays. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and found a place to hide in time.

If the other party sees it, it's really hard to explain.

Ah Fu wanted to make a contribution in front of Cheng Yaozu, but he couldn't sacrifice himself first.

You must not expose your whereabouts before getting accurate information.

"Young man, do you want to buy something?"

"If you don't buy it, don't stand here. It will delay my business."

When the lady running the stall saw Ah Fu's sneaky appearance, she felt that he was not a good person, so she hurriedly called out to drive him away.

Ah Fu looked up at his aunt with some embarrassment, but did not dare to argue with her, so he smiled and continued to chase her.

Because of the accident just now, the distance between the two was somewhat widened.

Ah Fu quickly chased after him while looking around, for fear of missing key information.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before he saw A Ming's figure.

"Did you really go to the teahouse?"

Ah Fu hid behind, looked at A Ming who disappeared in front of the teahouse, and murmured to himself.

Ah Fu originally thought that A Ming was just going to the teahouse to go somewhere else.But he followed along, and apart from A Ming's footsteps being a little hasty, there was nothing suspicious about him.

Could it be that he was just afraid of being blamed as he said?
Ah Fu also knows about this teahouse. It has been open in Yushui Town for many years.

The price is also quite affordable, making it a place that most people can afford.

Maybe Mr. Qiu is tired of the good tea he usually drinks, and wants to taste the ordinary people's coarse tea.

When Ah Fu saw this scene, he lost the idea of ​​continuing to pursue him.

I haven't finished my work yet, so it's better to go home quickly to avoid being scolded.

As for this news, it's not an important matter, so it's better not to report it to Cheng Yaozu.

After Ah Fu made up his mind, he stopped staying and walked back in the direction of Qiu Mansion.

He didn't know who the owner was behind the teahouse, nor did he know the real purpose of A Ming's trip.

By chance, he took one step closer to the truth and then one step back.

After A Ming entered the teahouse, he was frightened by the scene of full seats.

The door panels of the tea house are mottled, and the paint on them has peeled off, revealing the texture of the wood.

The aroma of tea and various fragrances are intertwined to form a unique taste.

There is the fragrance of tea and the sweetness of cake.

The customers in the store gathered together in twos and threes, chatting happily.

In the past, A Ming and Mr. Qiu often attended various high-end teahouses, which were basically filled with elegant guests.

It pays attention to tea-making etiquette and the overall atmosphere, which is extremely quiet.

But right now, this teahouse is noisy and everyone seems to be there.

A Ming looked at this dark group of people and felt a little confused for a moment. Who is Zhou Yuan?

Thinking of what Mr. Qiu said, A Ming decided to find the shopkeeper first and let him make the recommendation.

Seeing the shopkeeper standing at the counter playing with the abacus, A Ming felt happy and hurriedly came forward.

"Boss, I..."

Unexpectedly, the teahouse manager interrupted A Ming without even raising his head.

"What kind of tea does the guest want to drink? Just tell the waiter directly."

"Our teahouse doesn't have many rules, and we don't have any private rooms or private rooms. Everyone just needs to be casual."

A Ming realized that the teahouse owner had clearly misunderstood his purpose.

I thought he was a first-time guest and didn't know the rules.

A Ming was so anxious that he didn't care about anything else and grabbed the shopkeeper directly.

"I'm not here for tea!"

The shopkeeper's cloudy eyes stared at A Ming's pulled sleeves. He also moved his eyes away from the account book and looked up slowly.

He wanted to see what kind of good boy he was who would cause trouble without drinking tea!
After looking around, I found that the other party was just a young boy who didn't know Kung Fu, and I couldn't help but feel a little more angry.

"Little brother, what do you mean?"

"This is a teahouse. What do you want to do here to drink tea?"

"Go, go, don't stop me from doing business."

"My old man has a bad temper. If you don't know what's going on, don't blame me for finding someone to kick you out."

The teahouse owner snorted coldly and pulled back his sleeves, not bothering to give an unnecessary look.

The fingers playing with the abacus danced very fast, and the intention of expulsion was already very obvious.

"I'm here to find someone!"