"It'll be done soon."

At this time, the young man came out and said with a smile: "I'm afraid of well water. You city people are not used to drinking it."

"How do you know I'm from the city?" Wang Guan asked casually. In fact, he also knew that his clothes and his fairly standard Mandarin gave him away.

Under normal circumstances, each village has its own unique accent, and people cannot communicate in Mandarin.

"Haha, I saw you driving into the village." The young man smiled and said, "Are you here to see something?"

"How do you know?" Wang Guan was a little surprised.

"The village is not big, and people come here often. Who wouldn't know it?" At this time, the young man hesitated and pointedly said: "Pay attention, not all the things in Uncle Xu's house belong to him."

"Um!"

Wang Guan was startled and immediately realized that this was a common method for laying landmines. He would not come forward and would partner with farmers. However, their landmines also came at a price. After the thunder, the partners must be paid a certain amount, otherwise they will

Unwilling to cooperate.

"Thank you for reminding me, I will pay attention to it."

Confirming his conjecture, Wang Guanzhan smiled and expressed his gratitude.

"No need to thank me, I didn't say anything anyway." The young man said softly.

"I understand, I'm not the kind of person who gossips." Wang Guan smiled and understood what the young man meant.

After all, the young man and the middle-aged uncle live in the same village, and they never see each other when they look up. Revealing the middle-aged uncle's background is equivalent to cutting off his financial path. If the uncle knew about this, he would definitely come to trouble the young man.

Therefore, the young talent did not admit it, but hoped that Wang Guan could keep it secret.

Seeing that Wang Guan really understood, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, smiled honestly, and ran back to the kitchen to add firewood and boil water.

"He is a kind man."

Wang Guan smiled, and all the tightness in his chest disappeared.

Actually, thinking about it, I can't blame others for this matter. If it weren't for profit, then I wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles and wasted most of my time to come to this remote country.

Therefore, the so-called resentment and hatred are actually just the dissatisfaction caused by one's failure to achieve the goal of benefit. To put it bluntly, it means becoming angry from shame.

After analyzing and understanding, Wang Guan felt that his mood had regained calmness and his thoughts were more open-minded. At the same time, he also understood why many famous collectors often have one sentence on their lips.

When collecting, don’t care too much about gains and losses. Moreover, you need an optimistic spirit. Otherwise, it’s best not to collect, lest you get angry and get sick.

"Wang Guan..."

Wang Guan reflected on himself and came to some realizations. At this moment, he heard Yu Feibai's call coming from the bottom of the mountain.

"Here, come up!"

Wang Guan stood up, regardless of whether Yu Feibai could see him or not, and waved in response.

"Why did you run up here?"

After a while, Yu Feibai looked for the sound and found Wang Guan.

However, looking at Yu Feibai's expression, you can tell that he is also in a very unhappy mood.

"Then why did you come out?" Wang Guan said with a smile: "Wouldn't it be better to stay in the room and watch the porcelain?"

"Don't mention the porcelain. None of it is real. They are all fakes." Yu Feibai was also very angry and said bitterly: "If Uncle Lei hadn't stopped me, I would have smashed those junk things."

"Okay, calm down."

If it were just now, Wang Guan would have followed the same curse and vented his anger, but now he wrote lightly: "It's just an encounter with someone laying landmines. Didn't we have already considered this possibility before coming here? It seems now

, Uncle Lei is still experienced and very foresighted.”

After Wang Guan's persuasion, Yu Feibai's anger subsided a little, but there was still some residual anger. He said angrily: "It was a waste of time today. After I get back, I will definitely..."

What must be going on, Yu Feibai did not say, because he saw the young man coming out with a kettle. At Wang Guan's suggestion, he also closed his mouth and looked at the surrounding environment curiously.

"This is me and my friend who came to see something." Wang Guan introduced.

"Hello!"

The young man smiled and said hello a little reservedly.

"Um."

Yu Feibai nodded indifferently and kicked the pebbles indifferently, obviously still sulking.

"Ignore him."

Seeing this, Wang Guan quickly explained: "He just saw those things, and after knowing what happened, he felt very bad."

The young man nodded with relief and understanding. No matter who it was, knowing that he might be deceived, he would definitely be angry. Therefore, he didn't care about Yu Feibai's indifference. Instead, he put down the kettle and ran to get the tea set.

While the young man was busy, Wang Guan asked: "By the way, where are Uncle Lei and the others?"

"I'm explaining the situation to Ma Fusheng, I guess he will come up soon." Yu Feibai said, still looking glum.

"Okay, who are you showing me with such a stinky face?" Wang Guan said dissatisfied: "They say hello to you kindly and are busy preparing tea, but you don't know how to smile back and say thank you."

"Huh!"

Yu Feibai asked strangely: "Do you know this family?"

"Don't we know each other now?"

Wang Guan shook his head, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, and said softly: "This gives me a sense of familiarity. I remember living in a mud house like this when I was a child. I didn't move to the county seat until I was twelve or thirteen years old...

…”

Yu Feibai scratched his head and looked at the dilapidated house in front of him. He was not particularly touched, so it was difficult to understand Wang Guan's mood.

"Two eldest brothers, come to have tea."

At the same time, the young man came over cautiously, carrying two bowls. Above the mouth of the bowl, light smoke curled up, and the hot steam filled the air. There seemed to be a special aroma.

When the young man placed the bowl on the table, Wang Guan looked carefully and saw that the tea in the bowl was millet color and relatively clear. However, there was also a little suspended matter floating on the tea.

"This is... black tea?"

Looking at the color of the tea, Wang Guan made a guess, picked up a bowl and took a sip of the tea.

When Wang Guan entered the tea, he felt a little astringent, but after swallowing it, it had a smooth taste that stimulated body fluids and quenched thirst. The taste was long and left people with endless aftertaste.

"It's not black tea. It seems to be black tea."

Next to him, Yu Feibai was well-informed and immediately answered Wang Guan's questions.

"And black tea?"

However, Wang Guan didn't know much about tea, so he was very surprised.

"There are six major categories of tea. Green tea, yellow tea, white tea, green tea, dark tea and black tea." Yu Feibai said casually: "Looking at the color of the tea soup, you can tell it is black tea."

"You must know that the most famous black tea is Pu'er. However, judging from the color of the tea soup, it doesn't look like Pu'er." Yu Feibai hesitated for a moment, then picked up the bowl, took a sip of tea, and tasted it carefully.

"This is Tibetan tea!"

Suddenly, Yu Feibai's eyes lit up. He was surprised and said: "And it seems to be old Tibetan tea."

"What is Tibetan tea?"

At this time, Lei Yunzhang and Ma Fusheng also came to the door.

Even Yu Feibai could tell that the porcelain in the middle-aged uncle's house was fake, not to mention Lei Yunzhang. However, maybe Lei Yunzhang had more experience, and he didn't see how angry he was, and he was still calm and calm.

He looked like he didn't care about it at all.

Relatively speaking, Ma Fusheng suffered a bit of a blow. Like Yu Feibai just now, he was dejected and very depressed.

Seeing the two people approaching, Yu Feibai quickly greeted: "Uncle Lei, Uncle Fusheng, come here and have a taste of this tea."

"Haha, it seems that we came at just the right time, so we are in for a treat." Lei Yunzhang said with a smile, and he was bright-eyed. When he walked in and saw the young man, he knew that he was the owner of the house, and he quickly nodded in a friendly manner.

"Little brother, I took the liberty of coming to your house. It's really disturbing."

"fine."

The young man waved and smiled, his white teeth shining brightly in the sun.

At the right time, Wang Guan said sheepishly: "Brother, I'm sorry to trouble you, but I'll pour you two more bowls of tea."

"good."

The young man was very happy and brought two more bowls and put them on the table together with the teapot.

It was a teapot, rather a pottery pottery for boiling medicine. It was bulky in shape and had a short flow. The young man easily lifted it up and tilted it up, and a stream of maroon tea poured into the bowl.

The water splashed and wisps of special fragrance began to spread out.

"It is indeed Tibetan tea."

At this time, Lei Yunzhang was thoughtful and suddenly smiled and said: "Maybe it's Ya'an Tibetan tea."

"Uncle Lei, how do you know?" Yu Feibai asked strangely: "You haven't tasted the tea yet, but you can identify it just by looking at the color. This may not be too impressive, right?"

"I'm just speculating."

Lei Yunzhang explained with a smile: "Going down from Linqiong is Ya'an. Strictly speaking, most of the tea used to produce Tibetan tea in Ya'an comes from nearby areas. Therefore, it is not surprising that there is Tibetan tea here.
To be continued...