Wuling Mountain, Moshan Village, early spring, the spring rain drizzles.

On the valley, under an old elm tree surrounded by several people, there is a small green-tiled farmhouse. The old elm trees are lush with branches and leaves, like an old hen with wings spreading, and that farmhouse looks like a chick protected by a hen.

The furnishings in the farmhouse are simple and messy. On the earthen wall facing the door, there is a New Year picture. In the painting, a fat and bare-butt man holding a carp, indicating that there is more than every year. This auspicious painting is yellowed and exposed to water stains. It is like the earthen wall where it lives, old and damaged.

On the right side of the earth wall is the stove. A fire is set under the stove. There are leftovers of pots, pans and pans spread on the table.

On the stool beside the stove, a little beauty sitting in the city, looking up at the old New Year pictures, with disdain and anger on her face. The little beauty was sixteen or seventeen years old, with her skin as white as snow, her long black hair was up to her waist, her head was tied with a bow, wearing a white sweater and jeans, her figure was slim and neat, and she was incompatible with the shabby landscape in the farmhouse.

Zheng Juan's eyes left the New Year painting, frowned, pouted, and stared at the two people sitting on the kang angrily. The rules in the mountains are that women are not allowed to go to the kang, they can only sit by the stove. What's even more annoying is that they can't sit on a high stool, they can only sit on a low stool. Since entering this farmhouse, she has become an angry little wife!

On the opposite side, there is a dilapidated short-legged square table that divides the earthen kang into two. Like most mountain farmers' families, the earthen kang also has the function of a meeting with the guests. However, only men are qualified to go to the kang.

At the guest room on the left side of the kang, there was a soldier with a burly figure, thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a camouflage training uniform, black high-top military boots, and no shoulder stamps on his shoulders, and no military rank was visible. The soldier sat cross-legged, his chest raised his head, and his two exposed arms were supported on his knees, and his inverted triangle figure looked like a mountain, unable to sit upright. This is the standard sitting posture for professional soldiers.

On the right chair, there was the owner of the farmhouse, a farmer boy, about twenty years old, thin, wearing a patched black cotton jacket. He leaned lazily on the table, one leg hung under the kang, one leg raised, and supported on the edge of the kang, the two legs spread out in eight characters, and the crotch was unscrupulously facing the little beauty beside the stove.

Zheng Juan couldn't bear it anymore: "Lin Rui, can you be a little bit like a face!"

Lin Rui closed his legs, adjusted his posture slightly, put his hands in his arms, and was still lazy. He looked at the soldier who was sitting at 800 and said, "Zheng Wu, you are as tight as a fetal god, are you tired? Drink tea, drink tea." He looked at Zheng Juan on the small stool next to the stove and said, "Juan'er, you can drink too."

Zheng Juan glanced at the earthen bowl on the stove and hummed her nose, expressing her rejection.

The earthen bowl is a brick tea that mountain people often drink. It is made of wild tea buds in the mountains. It is made of local materials, and is roughly processed and tied into a square shape, so it is called brick tea. Wild tea is abundant in the mountains, but most of them are of poor quality and have poor taste. The tea color is even more ugly and black, like unknown liquid. This kind of brick tea is difficult to export. The mountain people drink it at home, but it cannot be used on the table. I am embarrassed to use it to entertain guests. Zheng Juan has learned the tea ceremony and knows what brick tea in the Wuling Mountains is. Moreover, even if it is a top-notch tea, it is disrespectful to the guests with this kind of earthen bowl with grinding teeth. Therefore, after entering the farmhouse, Zheng Juan did not touch this bowl of tea. The soup was dark and it felt bad to take a look!

Lin Rui used this kind of bad tea to entertain her and forced her to sit on a short bench. If her brother Zheng Wu hadn't been present, she would have smashed Lin Rui's head with a bowl of tea.

Zheng Juan didn't touch the tea, and Zheng Wu didn't drink it either. Zheng Wu was a professional soldier, and there was no particularity in drinking tea. In his opinion, there was only one purpose of drinking tea, which was to quench thirst. What's the state of color and taste, that was pretentious! What's more, it was the tea of ​​his own brothers. Zheng Wu didn't drink it, but there was only one reason--not thirst.

Zheng Juan refused to drink tea. Is Zheng Wu afraid that Lin Rui would not be able to save face, so he picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and smacked his tongue: "It tastes good!"

"Hmph! Just help him blow!" Zheng Juan shook her long hair, and the bow on her head was floating.

"It's really good! Juan'er, you can take a sip and try it." Zheng Wu said.

Zheng Juan was very disdainful: "Brother, you can taste good or bad even with your taste!"

Zheng Wu lowered his face and said, "Zheng Juan, drink tea! This is an order!"

Zheng Wu, the eldest brother, is ten years older than Zheng Juan, and the eldest brother is a father. Even so, Zheng Wu has no choice but to act like a little character. There is only one situation where Zheng Juan must obey unconditionally, that is, "order"!

Zheng Wu is the No. 2 leader of the Harrier Unit, and the members of the unit must execute his orders without fail!

Zheng Juan glanced at the dark soup in the earthen bowl with aggrieved, and her throat blew. She seriously suspected that the earthen bowl was a dirty bowl for Lin Rui to eat noodles, and she used it to make tea without washing. The black color was the noodle soup, seasonings and Lin Rui's saliva.

Zheng Juan was still going to defend herself. Seeing Zheng Wu's face, she had to close her eyes, groped with both hands and picked up the tea bowl, and sent it to her mouth. She gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, and slapped her tongue. She suddenly opened her eyes: "Lin Rui, what are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything!" Lin Rui leaned against the square table, still looking lazy.

"Say! Did you secretly change the tea in the bowl while I closed my eyes!" Zheng Juan's big eyes flashed. From closing my eyes to opening my eyes, it was only one or two seconds. If it were someone else, she would never make such a charge. But she knew that for Lin Rui, this little time was enough to do what he wanted to do.

"I didn't move." Lin Rui spread his hands: "No. 2 can testify."

"You two are colluding and lie to me together!" Zheng Juan shouted. She couldn't believe that the dark and suckling soup contained in the earthen bowl with a crack was this kind of taste - mellow, refreshing, dark and cloudy air, this is the taste of top rock tea.

"Or you can take another sip and widen your eyes and drink." Lin Rui stretched.

"I'm not fooled by you!" Zheng Juan shouted with a mud bowl. She was sure that if she took another sip, the taste would be completely different. She would feel disgusting and vomited all her stomach acid. Lin Rui's specialty in changing the prince was Lin Rui's specialty. When she was a child, Zheng Juan did not drink Chinese medicine. Lin Rui first brought her a bowl of brown sugar water for her to drink. When she was sure that the bowl was sugar water, she drank it in a big gulp, but it was the extremely bitter Chinese medicine. A bitter experience was Guangru yesterday!

"Do you like to drink?" Lin Rui picked up the earthen bowl in front of him and took a sip: "When you taste tea, you can see the color, taste the fragrance, and taste the taste, all three are indispensable. Some people only look at the appearance, and they usually judge people by their appearance, and they generally claim to know tea!"

"Lin Rui! Who are you talking about?" Zheng Juan's face turned red. He looked at the color, tasted the fragrance, and tasted the taste. Zheng Juan didn't understand this principle, but this bowl of black water was too shady, and it was enough to take a look. There was no need to taste the fragrance, tasted the taste.

Lin Rui made a face and did not answer. The meaning was very clear, and someone took the role.

Zheng Juan said angrily: "Lin Rui..."
Chapter completed!