Chen Feng was stunned.
In the past few days, he had seen many crazy people.
In order to get one of his works.
There was someone as pious as Old Guo who came up to make friends.
There were also some who were crying at the door and refused to leave.
There were also people who came with a few boxes of money and directly wanted to bid.
However, this was the first time he had seen someone like Li Runtu kneel down so easily.
"Hey, what are you doing? You're drinking tea. Why are you doing this?”Zhou Yixian and Old Guo quickly helped Li Runtu up.
However, Li Runtu did not get up. He picked up the tea leaves that had just spilled and wrapped them in kraft paper.
"Sigh, Master Chen, to be honest with you, our family has been living with tea for generations. Tea is our bread and butter, and it's also our life. If you don't let me take a look at that Ancestral Dragon Tea Tree, I'm afraid I won't be able to rest in peace until I die.”
However, Chen Feng remained unmoved.
"Mr. Li, think about it. What kind of treatment do you get for those three stalks of Da Hong Pao now?" Zhou Yixian asked with a smile.”
" There are layers of security, and no one is allowed to approach. Only when it is time to pick tea leaves, specific tea pickers are allowed to enter. Moreover, there are strict regulations on the amount of tea picked every year..."
"That's right. Your three Da Hong Pao are already like this, let alone this Ancestral Dragon Well?”
Li Runtu suddenly realized and slapped his forehead."I was rude…I really…Sigh, I've made a fool of myself.”
After saying that, he reached into his bag and took out a small kraft paper bag.
When the three of them saw it, they immediately understood what was inside.
Li Runtu passed the paper bag to Chen Feng with both hands.""Master Chen, I've offended you rashly. Here are five grams of Da Hong Pao. I hope you can accept it!”
Chen Feng accepted the paper bag and kept it.
He took another pinch of his tea leaves and looked at Li Runtu.
These were all people who were used to doing business. They immediately understood what was going on. They hurriedly took out an exquisite tin can from their bag and kept the tea.
The four of them looked at each other and smiled. They sat down again, chatted, and drank tea.
Soon, three hours passed.
After passing the security check, Li Runtu shook hands with the three of them and said goodbye.
When it came to Chen Feng, he gripped it tightly and said deeply,""Master Chen, please help me think of a way. I just need to see him once. Also, if you don't give up and give me something, I'll be very grateful. If the three of you go to Fuzhou in the future, please contact me. I may not be talented, but I still have some face in Fuzhou.”
After saying that, he turned back.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going back to Fuzhou."
"Don't you have something to do…"
"I can't do anything…"
Realization dawned on the three of them. Li Runtu had wanted to give the 5 grams of Da Hong Pao to someone else or trade for it. However, since he had already given it to Chen Feng, there was naturally no need for him to stay in Tianjing.
"Hurry up! Old Master is still waiting at home!"
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The journey was bumpy, and the three of them rushed to the Zhou family's courtyard in the suburbs without stopping.
Zhou Yixian only breathed a sigh of relief when he opened the door and sat down.
" Phew, Father, I've brought her back for you…I was afraid that I would walk ahead of you…"
The white-haired Zhou Bingnan appeared unusually excited. He pulled Chen Feng's hand and studied it carefully."Doll, how old are you? What a good bearing, what a good demeanor. Tsk tsk, it's rare to see someone as imposing as you. Only the four young masters of Tianjing back then…"
"Father, don't talk too much about the past. It's easy to be sealed…"
" Oh, oh…" The old man nodded repeatedly and rubbed his hands. He wanted to speak, but he didn't know where to start.
Even though Chen Feng was extremely intelligent, he took out the half piece of ink and said,""Old Master, take a look. Is this what you want?”
As soon as Ink Remnant appeared, the old man grabbed Chen Feng's hand and carefully took the ink from Chen Feng's hand.
He looked carefully in front of him and sniffed. In a moment, two lines of tears actually flowed down."Okay, right…"
As she spoke, she cried as she walked to her desk.
Zhou Yi stood up and pulled Old Guo."Old Master wants to paint!"
This was a huge matter! It was no different from the blooming of a tree or the sprouting of a withered tree.
Zhou Bingnan looked at the dozen pens on the table and finally chose one.
However, the old man was in a dilemma again.
Where should I write it? Write it on these Xuan papers?
How could this work?
Wouldn't it be a waste of this precious ink that was hard to come by?
Just as he was hesitating, Chen Feng took out a stack of papers.
"Old Master, if you don't mind, why don't you try using this paper?”
When the old man saw the knife paper, his eyes immediately widened.
One hand held the ink while the other caressed the paper.
"Alright, alright! The ink washi were ready! They were all here! I'm going to complete it!"
However, Zhou Yixian was a little impatient.""Father! Why don't you try Mo!"
The old man blew his beard and glared at him."Where should I try? Could ordinary paper be worthy of Fang Mo?”
"Isn't there Mr. Chen's paper?"
"F * ck you! Wouldn't the ink test waste such good paper?!”
Hey, so you're stuck at both ends…
Just as the old man was at his wit's end, Chen Feng handed over a fan.
"Old Master, this fan is also made of mulberry paper. I've already written on it. If you don't mind, you can try the pen on the back.”
The old man finally calmed down.
"Boss, help me grind the ink."
Zhou Yixian quickly stepped forward and took the ink from the old man's hand.
Zhou Bingnan looked at the fan in his hand."Yo, did you write this?"
"That's right."
"Good, good, good. You look like you're not even 20 years old yet, but your handwriting doesn't even have a bit of flair. You're really a genius.”
The words on the fan were " Stealing a Floating Life for Half a Day ".
The sentence comes from Li She, a poet of Tang Dynasty, who wrote "Inscription on the Monk's House of Helin Temple."
The old man looked at the fan and closed his eyes.
"Father, it's done."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Bingnan picked up the brush and dipped it on the inkstone. He started drawing on the back of the fan.
In an instant, the mountain forest, flowing water, birds and beasts seemed to have jumped out of the fan and jumped on the paper.
In less than fifteen minutes, he finished drawing a small painting.
He saw a small boat floating on the river in the mountains. An old man was lying on the boat with his eyes closed.
The fishing rod beside him was put into the water and seemed to move. However, he still ignored it and only enjoyed his leisure time.
It was exactly in line with that poem.
Stealing half a day's leisure!
The old man put his name on the painting and stamped it with his seal.
He gently picked up the fan and blew on it. The ink instantly dried.
The old man couldn't help but sigh,"Good ink! Good paper! What a pity…"
He turned to look at Zhou Yixian. The piece of ink in his son's hand had become smaller.
"It's just too little." The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly.”
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