Chapter 925: The first brewed tea is about to be poured out [Please vote! 】
Feng Ang is qualified to show off in front of him.
Fang Jun bowed slightly, cupped his fists and saluted: "Junior Fang Jun, I have met Duke Yue."
Feng An straightened his back and was more polite this time. He stretched out his hand and said, "Sit down, no need to be polite."
Fang Jun smiled and said: "Etiquette cannot be discarded, and it is not surprising if many people use it."
Feng An was tall and broad-shouldered. Even when he was sitting on his knees, he looked like a tall man, exuding a majestic and domineering air.
Hearing this, Feng Ang looked indifferent and just stretched out his hand to stroke the neat white beard under his chin: "There is a lot of hypocrisy in courtesy to people. How could you know that being polite and respectful on the lips is not scolding others for relying on their old age?"
This old man is quite interesting.
Fang Jun knelt down in front of Feng An.
Well, I hate sitting on my knees the most...
He complained in his heart, but with a respectful smile on his face: "Having an old man in the family is like having a treasure. When a person is old, he has probably seen the world, knows how to advance and retreat, and understands choices, but it is not what we young boys can match. ”
Feng Ang laughed when he heard this.
When he smiled, the corners of his eyes drooped slightly at first, and two shallow nasolabial folds appeared at the ends of his nose. Not only did he not feel the slightest smile, but he felt a creepy sense of crisis.
It's like facing a hungry lone wolf...
"But there is another saying, if you are too old to die, you are a thief!" Feng An looked at Fang Jun and said.
Confucius's old friend Yuan Rang was sitting with his legs spread apart, waiting for Confucius. Confucius scolded him and said: "When you were young, you did not respect filial piety and brotherhood. When you grow up, you have no achievements to speak of. When you are old and do not die, you are really a pest." ." Then he hit his calf with his cane, blaming him for being impolite and immoral.
Why was Confucius scolding him for spreading his legs?
The ancients put their knees on the ground and sat at their feet, which is similar to kneeling, but the kneeler's body is straight and the buttocks are not touching the ankles. If the soles of the feet are on the ground, the hips are hanging back, and the knees are raised in front, it is called squatting or squatting. Sitting on the ground with buttocks and stretching both feet forward, the shape is like a dustpan, which is called Jiju. The Han people sit on their knees, while the Yi people squat.
Therefore, Confucius looked down upon Yuan Rang and scolded him for his lack of virtue...
In his spare time, Fang Jun would also read the popular classics of the era such as the Four Books and Five Classics. After all, he was known as a "literary man". If others scolded him based on the classics, but he would smile and not understand, wouldn't it be a source of laughter and embarrassment to the whole family? ?
But he still understood the meaning of this sentence.
Then he smiled and said: "It is a virtue to be rich because of the ability to give, to be poor to have nothing to ask for is a virtue, to be noble is a virtue to be unworthy of others, and to be humble is a virtue to forget one's power." If one is virtuous and has no virtue, he knows it in his heart, but he wants to be worthy of heaven and earth. And do you care about the praise and slander of the world? ”
This is a famous saying by Lu Kun in the Ming Dynasty.
Rich people should regard charity as a virtue, poor people should regard having no desires as a virtue; noble people should regard courtesy as a virtue, and people of low status should regard contempt of the powerful as a virtue.
Whether a person is virtuous or not is not something others say. You know it clearly in your heart...
Feng An's long eyebrows moved slightly and he stared at Fang Jun in surprise.
Ever since Fang Jun entered the room, Feng Ang had completely suppressed his momentum. He wanted to get a head start for the conversation he was about to start. Unexpectedly, this young dignitary who has not yet reached his age has always looked calm and unconcerned, and has been refuting Feng Ang's words in a subtle way, especially the last sentence, which is quite a warning. How could Feng An not be surprised?
The most important thing is the phrase "Know how to advance or retreat, know how to choose." He doesn't think this was said by Fang Jun unintentionally, or was the attitude accidentally revealed by His Majesty or Fang Xuanling? If this is really the case, it would be serious.
Even though he has such a great reputation, he still underestimated his Majesty’s most favored minister...
After a little testing, Feng An knew that Fang Jun should not be underestimated, and his attitude naturally changed.
The boiling water in the copper kettle was steaming. Feng An stretched out his hand to lift the copper kettle. He declined Fang Jun's offer to do it for him and said with a smile, "I got some top-quality Longjing from an old friend. I can't wait to get it." If I want to try it, I have to do it in front of Erlang.”
Longjing was created by Fang Jun. In front of him and Longjing, it was really like "doing the same thing"...
But what surprised Fang Jun was not this, but Feng Ang's words.
Just got the best Longjing from an old friend?
People of Feng An's status are like high-ranking officials in later generations. They have too many interests involved, and every move they make will be infinitely magnified. Therefore, when facing subordinates or colleagues, no words are nonsense. Every word contains a special meaning.
Feng An's words were definitely not said casually, because the output of the best Longjing is very rare. On the one hand, it is difficult to obtain due to the complicated production methods, and on the other hand, it is also the method developed by Fang Jun to improve the quality of Longjing.
And Fang Jun just gave Zhang Zhongjian two kilograms of tea, but it was only a few days ago...
But didn't Zhang Zhongjian say that he and Feng Ang had a quarrel? He would rather go to Linyi to buy weapons and armor than Feng An, so how could he turn around and give Feng An the Longjing tea he had "blackmailed" from Fang Jun?
There is a story in this...
Feng Ang obviously likes to drink tea, and is very skilled in making tea. However, he probably has never seen the real method of drinking green tea, and the process of drinking "tea soup" is similar to the previous one.
Watching Feng An pour the tea directly into two crystal clear white jade teacups, Fang Jun raised his eyebrows and hesitated to speak.
Because Feng Ang had already taken a sip, and while thinking about it, he praised: "Drinking tea like this is like tasting all the flavors of life. The fragrance is plain and meaningful, and the aftertaste is endless. Erlang is indeed a gift from God to the Tang Dynasty."
You didn't ask me to come for tea, did you?
From the moment he walked in, Old Feng's words were full of probing questions. Fang Jun didn't want to continue probing like this, so he got straight to the point: "The Duke of Yue has summoned this junior. If there is anything that I need to do, please just give me your instructions. Don't do it." See outside.”
Feng An chuckled: "What's the matter? I just met an old friend again a few days ago, and I sighed in my heart that life is short and like a fleeting moment, yesterday's yellow flowers and green hair turned into snow in a blink of an eye... I heard that Erlang is here Linyi State purchased two seaports and obtained Linyi State's promise to garrison and collect troops. Taking business tax is really a sigh of relief for a new generation to replace the old! I think back then, I coveted Lin Yiguo, but in the end I didn't send any soldiers, which was a regret in my life. Therefore, I heard that the slaves reported that Erlang had arrived with the fleet. Here, I want to meet you, this young hero!”
Fang Jun grinned and smiled shyly: "Haha, it made the Duke of Yue laugh. I guess it's not as famous as meeting him, right?"
Old man, why are you teasing me?
Feng Ang, the "King of Lingnan" who is in charge of Lingnan, called me over to see what he looked like when he had nothing to do.
Feng An laughed heartily: "No, meeting each other is far better than being famous! The youthful spirit, scolding Fang Qiu, and opening up territories outside the territory are a hundred times stronger than me! If I were thirty years younger, I would definitely not let you, Erlang, specialize in I am more beautiful than before, and I will definitely compete with you! It is a pity that the ruthless ambitions of the years have been lost, and the pride of the past is no longer the same..."
When it comes to the end, it is very sad, full of the sadness and helplessness of a hero who is old and old. I think back then, this man was also a powerful man, occupying Lingnan like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring!
It is a pity that I am now old and frail. I am afraid that I can no longer mount the horse, lift the spear, or draw the bow. All my ambitions have been washed away by the passing years. Only this old and frail body is left, tasting tea and remembering. With the heroic spirit of the past...
Fang Jun said solemnly: "Why did Duke Yue say this? In your life, you have been an example that our descendants admire and yearn for! You can guard Lingnan by yourself, so that countless people in Lingnan can be protected from the ravages of war, and every family can live in peace. , every household is happy, isn’t such meritorious service several times better than opening up new territories? ”
These words truly come from the heart.
Regardless of how much desire Feng Ang had in his heart to separatism and rule as king, he never took that step, which allowed the land of Lingnan to remain peaceful in the turbulent years at the end of the year without being greatly affected. This is a supreme achievement!
Then again, who doesn’t have desire?
It would be abnormal for a hero who had hundreds of thousands of soldiers and generals from several states in Lingnan to have no ambition at all in the era of the late Sui Dynasty when all the heroes were fighting together.
Feng An only relied on Lin Shihong for a few years, but he immediately saw clearly that the situation was in order, accepted Li Jing's appeal, and submitted to the Tang Dynasty. Since then, Lingnan has become more stable and prosperous, and Feng An has contributed a lot to it.
"Hahaha... To be able to receive such praise from Fang Erlang, who is the pride of today's scholars and a hero in the literary world, I can conclude my life in this life. What regrets do I have in death? Come, come, have tea!"
Not only was he really happy, confused and fake, Feng An was very happy and even gave Fang Jun a top hat.
Feng Anzhi's merits and demerits in his life, how could it be Fang Jun's turn to comment on them?
Fang Jun looked at the tea cup that Feng An pushed to his eyes with his own hands, with a tangled expression.
Feng Ang was slightly startled: "Why don't you drink?"
Fang Jun pondered for a moment and stared at the crystal clear white jade teacup: "No matter how good the tea leaves are, they are fried by hand. During the process, they are inevitably contaminated by debris and dust, so as long as the tea is fried, the first brew will It’s going to be dumped..."
He was a little tangled in what he said. He really didn't want to cause trouble to Feng An, and he couldn't bear to see an old man who loved tea ceremony hurt. After all, it is really not a pleasant thing to drink tea all the time...
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Even after Fang Jun had left for a long time, Feng An still sat there on his knees with a gloomy look on his face.
An old man who looked like a servant came in quietly with his waist hunched over. He placed a small porcelain jar on the coffee table in front of Feng Ang and whispered: "Master, the Marquis of Huating has already boarded the ship. Before leaving, he said... The tea we brought with us on this trip has been exhausted, and only this little bit left will be given to the family owner. After returning to Huating Town, we will arrange for some good tea to be tasted by the family owner.”
After saying that, he lowered his head and stood aside, waiting for the master's instructions.
However, Feng An remained silent and a little absent-minded.
He is still brooding over the fact that he drank tea for two years... (End of chapter)