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A small car slowly drove on the quiet mountain road, with two old men sitting in the car, one of which was Bogong of Song, that is, Song Quan, the engraver in Songjiabao.{}{ .{ }{ }{..}

“This place is good!”

Xu Bugu, the old man next to Song Quan, looked at the quiet bamboo forest outside the car and nodded.

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't recommend this place. When I get to the place later, the scenery is better. The weather is hot now, so I can take a bath in the stream there. There are big rocks in the stream there. It's cold and comfortable to lie on it." Song Quan said.

"Have you been here?" Xu Bugu turned around and asked.

"When I was a child, I often came here to play. Now I am old and can't walk. I haven't been here for a long time."

The car turned out of the mountain road and came to the parking lot. The two got out of the car.

Xu Bugu looked at the mountain scenery in front of him.

At this time, the sky was blue, and the beautiful sun shone from the sky on the small lake among the mountains.

The breeze caresses gently, and the lake surface is wafting, and when it is shining by the sun, it seems like countless fish scales are floating.

There is a flower field by the lake, with flowers blooming, red, green, white, yellow, colorful and colorful. Next to the flower field is a wide grassland, with a group of children playing there on the grass, and two big and small buffaloes leisurely eating grass there, and two black and white camels followed behind, which look quite strange. On one side, there is a group of chickens, who are focused on pecking on the grass, pecking on the left and right to find food.

Next to the grass is a small courtyard with southern Fujian style. The courtyard is reflected in the bamboo forest, revealing a sense of emptiness and transcendence. It makes people yearn for leisurely.

On the right side of the small lake is a peach blossom forest. At this time, the peach blossoms are in full bloom. From a distance, they are like clouds and clouds. There is also a small waterfall next to the peach blossom forest, and there is a stone pavilion next to the waterfall, standing in it. It seems like a Taoist who transcends the world.

"What a good place!" Xu Bugu said with emotion.

"Where is the wrong place I recommend?" Song Quan said with a smile, then led the way forward and walked up the stone bridge by the stream. He walked towards the Song family.

The little brat who was playing on the grass screamed when he saw Song Quan.

"Master and ancestor."

"Azu."

"Uncle."

Song Quan heard the scream and looked carefully. It turned out that they were children in the village, all of his grandchildren. He responded with a smile and asked, "Why are you here?"

"We're here to play with my uncle."

"Yes, we are here to play with Uncle."

Several little kids were chattering and rushing to speak. Song Quan touched their little heads, his face full of kind smiles.

Song heard the sound and walked out. Seeing that it was Song Quan and the others, he hurried over, "Bogong is here. Sitting inside."

Song Quan nodded, said a few more words to the children, and walked in. A group of little kids continued to play.

When she came inside and sat down, Song took out the Wuyi Rock Tea sent by someone else and was about to make it. Song Quan hurriedly said, "Don't you have that Xian'er tea? Take it out and make it! What to make this?"

Song glanced at him and thought to himself that the old man was quite timid. He had no choice but to go out the Xian'er tea, and then took out the glass teacup and teacup that specialized in making Xian'er tea, and started brewing it.

He has been working so hard that he has not gained no results in making tea by picking tender bamboo buds. He has collected a few kilograms of Xian'er tea and saved some use. It is estimated that he can deal with it until next year.

The tea leaves are put into the cup and brewed. The tips of the tender bamboo buds are heated and quickly rotate and roll up in the cup, dancing like a fairy, making people fascinated.

After the soaking, Song poured a cup of tea for them and respectfully brought it to them.

Xu Bugu picked up a cup, smelled it, and the fragrance was leisurely. He drank it into his mouth. It was fragrant and sweet, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good tea!"

“It’s over-reward.”

Song Tanran said. In fact, he was already happy. Being sure of these old people who like to drink tea means that the tea he fried is indeed good.

"A Quan, you took it to me last time. It seems like this kind of tea!" Xu Bugu turned to Song Quan and asked.

"I originally took it from him." Song Quan said.

After Song Quan got Xian'er Tea from Song, he showed off to his old friends everywhere, which made those old friends jealous. Unfortunately, there was no such thing on the market, so they could only jealous and were so angry.

"This tea is good, you can compete with Wuyi Rock Tea. Wuyi Rock Tea has a strong flavor, with a scent of osmanthus, and your Xian'er tea is better than elegant and calm, with a natural atmosphere. It's very good. Did you stir-fry it yourself?" Xu Bugu asked Song.

"Yes." Song nodded.

"Do you want to sell it? I'll sell it a few kilograms later."

When Song heard this, his face twitched. How many pounds? He worked hard and worked hard for a month or two, but he only got a few pounds. He wanted a few pounds at once. Is this tea a big street product sold in other stores?

"I want some too." Song Quan said next to him.

“Where are so many?”

Song smiled bitterly, "This thing is hard to stir-fry. I have been busy for a month or two and I have only fried a little bit. I can't drink enough, so how can I sell it out? But I can give it some."

Seeing Song Busai, Xu Bugu couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but when he heard that he could give him some, he felt a little comforted.

After three cups of tea, Song Quan said: "I came today because I wanted to ask you for help."

"What's the matter?" Song asked.

"It's the matter that our Zhongxiangju is going to have a party. Didn't you say it last time? You might have to lend it to you this time."

Song thought it was a big deal, just borrowing the place. His place was so big, so he didn't care how to use it, so he agreed readily. Then Song Quan talked about the statue of the god, saying that the statue he wanted had been carved, and it would be clear when he would find someone to consecrate it so that he could take it to the temple for worship.

After the statue is carved, you cannot be invited back to worship immediately. You must also ask the master to come and consecrate it, that is, to give the statue spirituality, and then you can invite you to the temple to receive the incense day before you can go home. During this period of the temple, you have to burn incense and worship every morning and evening. It is said that the more devout the worshiper is, the more gods they invite you to worship, the more gods they are.

"There are also those scraps of cowhead sandalwood that I have made into fragrant pills. This is Xu Bugu, and I have been friends for many years. His family has made fragrant pills for generations. In order to make these fragrant pills, they took out a lot of spices and added them. He doesn't want money, so he just wants some of the made fragrant pills. What do you think?" Song Quan said.

Someone added the materials and didn't have to pay for the wages. Just some incense balls, what else could Song say? Of course, he nodded and agreed.

After hearing Song Quan's words, Xu Bugu took a backpack from the driver who came together and took out a large plastic bag from the backpack. The plastic bag contained thumb-sized incense balls. He handed the bag full of incense balls to Song and said, "I don't want to have too many, just fifteen-sized incense balls are enough."

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