Ice old village has no flavor, coal owner's taste

Drinking tea is supposed to be a simple thing.

But as more people drink tea and more factions arise, drinking tea becomes complicated.

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Icelandic village, coal baron's aesthetic

Just returned to Kunming, there were some tea friends who came to visit Old Yang.

A man with half-gray hair had already introduced himself as Secretary General of such-and-such Association before he even sat down.

It's a frightening name, but I've never heard of it.

When talking about tea leaves, the elderly man especially emphasized his Pu'er tea experience and said:

In the 90's, when Taiwan Masters came to Yunnan, I went with them to Teahill. I'm very familiar with Pu'er tea history, technique and storage. Many tea circle big bosses are my disciples. I am also an old tea man.

Lao Yang quickly flattered and exclaimed: Ah, the tea circle elder is so virtuous! I'll pour you a glass of second-grade ancient tree Gao from the Old Village in Iceland.

An old tea person sat down, just like Cui Hong's answer at the Lingshuigong palace, smoothing out his clothes and saying lightly: "Is there any Yiwu tea?"

Lao Yang shook his head hastily: "I only have Lincang tea, not Yi Wu's."

The tea connoisseur looks on with a patronizing expression, saying: "I only drink Da Wu tea, the taste of which can be savored only when drinking Da Wu." The old village in Iceland, the nouveau riche, coal boss's aesthetic.

Coal boss's aesthetic? Those six words stung old Yang like a needle, instantly piercing his heart which was only about to turn 27. He couldn't help but quietly curse: I've never wanted to hear those words my whole life.

But when talking to elders, it's better to be respectful and say: "Personal preference, with a broad mind. One is like drinking Burgundy, no need to be like that nouveau riche who drinks Lafite."

The tea enthusiast tossed his sleeve over a chair and said, "Oh well, let's just drink then."

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Sipping tea, taking a sip.

It's a fine day for tea at noon.

The moment it's filled with water, a pungent scent of orchid flowers is released.

Old Yang saw an old man take two strong and silent puffs on his pipe as if he was enjoying himself.

When the tea is poured out, a tea person blows a bubble and sucks in the speed and sound of the tea, which is rare in the tea circle. And especially explaining: suck in the aroma and heat of the tea together, the tea will be more fragrant.

Watching him take tea, Old Yang shivered and tried to laugh but, seeing the stern expression of his old friend, he held back.

Having sipped a few cups, the old tea man seemed to think this tea was not bad, and he gulped cup after cup into his belly. However, although it felt refreshing in the mouth, it could not be acknowledged by the lips.

Drinked 10 or so cups, wiping his forehead with his handkerchief and saying: "This tea is good overall, but it's still a bit inferior to the easy-to-wake-up tea I've kept secret. This is the truth, you have to admit."

Lao Yang listened, and it's indeed like that. He said: "The world of tea has its own heavens. If we consider the market as a whole, Iceland is famous for its old villages, but other places also have a good taste in teas. Especially Yiwu tea has a rich history, classic aged teas mostly come from Yiwu."

The old tea drinker was staring intently at the empty teapot, not realizing that he had been listening so hard to the elderly man talking about tea that he forgot to boil water.

The tea leaves are all steeped out, almost down to the bottom water. The old man still pours a cup at a time into his stomach, not knowing whether this is an act of cherishing the tea by someone who loves it or that the old man has never drunk real Icelandic hot springs, so he won't let go of even tasteless tailwater.

Whatever the reason, let's just give him a two-star rating. Still think it's unpalatable, but I'll try to put aside my coal boss aesthetic.

When I was daydreaming, the old man suddenly asked: Do you know Easy Martial Arts Tea? Have you also studied tea?

Old Yang spoke frankly: I've drunk several high-quality old teas, true old tea is rare but if you don't study it the water is too deep, and you should respect it from afar.

My elder's face suddenly lit up with excitement: I just so happen to have some old tea, 88 Qiang, which I stored in '05. Six Hong Kong and Taiwan masters signed it, now the market price is already 260,000 yuan per cake!

After that he emphasized specially: The tea signed by masters is all recognized by them as authentic teas, no need to doubt.

Lao Yang asked Lao Zhang if he wanted a cup of tea, but Lao Zhang shook his head and said: "I don't have any doubt. It's just that it is too expensive to afford."

Who would have thought that the old tea man was still holding a big hand, saying: You invite me to stay at Old Village in Iceland, I'm very happy, and can you give me 1.2 million for each pie.

I dug my own pit and I'm crying as I fill it in. All I can say is: I don't have 120,000 yuan! It's really tough being poor.

But to my surprise, the old tea merchant took another step back, looked at Lao Yang's table, which had not been drunk red wine, and said: I'll lose a bit more. I'll use 1 pie for 88 yuan cash, exchange for you five bottles of red wine, five top-grade famous wines.

Old Yang would normally give his clients a bottle of red wine as gifts, but for the mysterious "88 green", he was willing to exchange it not just for a Lafite or La Tour or Margaux or Liang Xiao or Hou Bao Wang, but also for a whole raft of high-end wines that were impossible to get hold of in China.

Even if it's really 88, he doesn't have any interest in it. Lao Yang likes tea from famous mountains and old trees much better. In short, we respect the historical status and quality of aged teas, but to spend money on buying oneself a cup of it, one might as well just buy more Icelandic old tree tea.

As for the 88 bottles from an unknown place, there was even less interest. So I quickly looked around for a scapegoat and said: "All these wines are from my home, I am just helping them to take care of it."

The old tea man was proud but also a little regretful, teaching young people: after passing this village, there won't be another one.

Old Yang suddenly countered with an army: This is such a rare item. You are a tea person, and your love for tea exceeds your interests. If this 88qiang tea falls into the hands of someone like me who doesn't know about old tea, it's simply to waste heavenly things. To let one's own tea not be treasured is something that tea people cannot accept. Why don't you keep it yourself?

The old man could only sigh and finish his last sip of tea in the cup, leaving with regret.

When I left, I gave him a gift pack of Icelandic specialties, though he looked a bit embarrassed about it, but still took it with a very considerate hand.

It is clear that he's very happy in his heart.

The final word:

Tea enthusiasts are often fascinated by tea that has "matured" in terms of age and altitude.

It's a talent in itself, being able to drink things others can't and also earning praise that fits perfectly is reasonable too.

But we drink tea not for its age or altitude; instead, it is to enjoy the natural flavor of tea and to appreciate the experience of drinking tea.

Life is like tea: the process is more important than the result.

The tea, after drinking it and drinking it, forgot its original taste.

At first, just a little bit of honey-like fragrance and some refreshing tea was enough to satisfy one's desire. Later, hearing that old tree tea is high grade, they started chasing old tree tea.

Just when I discovered the beauty of old tree tea, I heard that Icelandic mountains and other famous teas are even better. So, the general old tree tea looks unappealing, and it begins to pursue several thousand or ten of thousands of yuan per kilogram of famous tea.

Later, Iceland Old Master was old-fashioned, peppermint candies and XX Lake became new trends, starting to chase for green tea. Drinking while drinking again heard that old tea is rare, only drinkable at a high level, so started chasing after the old tea.

Having drunk tea so thoroughly and gotten to know it, I've heard that there are people on the road who can taste the tree age with one sip, or detect pesticide residue in a single mouthful. Despite drinking tea for over ten years myself, I still couldn't do it, and was worried I'd be mocked by fellow tea enthusiasts.

Following the road with tea bubbles, the aroma of tea is becoming more and more alluring. However, it seems that I have not yet found the excitement from sniffing honey fragrance in tea for the first time.

Good tea is alluring, and people who love tea are eager for it. However, sometimes when we drink tea, we get too tired ourselves.

Tea is not complicated, just choose what you like.

Drink tea without blindly following tradition; believe in your own taste and choose what you like.

Drink your own cup of tea, and it won't matter if the tea world is a muddle. Whether there's much fuss or little doesn't bother you. You won't be fooled by any tea merchant.

In life's journey, daily accumulation of experiences. Each dawn and dusk, having loved ones by your side, accompanied by tea you like, together with a few close friends, is truly delightful.

Live each ordinary day as you please, drink each loving cup of tea until it loses its flavor. Such days are simple and happy.

Thoughts may be too much and complicated, happiness is reduced.