三绝壶故事

民国年间，羊城西门有家如意茶庄，经营茶叶和茶具。茶庄里有两个伙计，一老一少，老的黄师傅有五十多岁，负责店里的买卖，少的叫阿康，是个杂工。

老东家在世时很倚重黄师傅，黄师傅看茶从不问客商，只需抓起—撮茶叶放在掌心，然后双手合拢，猛地呵上一口气，捂紧，少顷，放到鼻端，眯着双眼，用力一嗅，便能报出茶名：武夷头水岩茶，或是安溪明前铁观音，或是福州香片六月白，或是杭州西湖龙井茶.....震得那些客商大眼瞪小眼，服服帖帖地按黄师傅的报价结账。

现在老东家下世了，少东家做主，就有点嫌黄师傅碍眼。这也难怪，黄师傅做了一辈子，现在背驼了，头发也白了，除了眼睛，身子骨一年不如一年，站在店堂里，怎么看都有损门面。

阿康看出了少东家的心思，一日，趁黄师傅不在，就向少东家提出，他想跟黄师傅换换位子，而工钱只拿黄师傅的一半就行。

少东家起初有些犹豫，怕阿康不懂行情。阿康说：“做买卖这活，全靠眼睛灵活，俩钱买三钱卖，薄利多销，胜似利高。”

少东家见阿康说得头头是道，这才应允。黄师傅一回来，看阿康脱了粗布短褂，穿上长衫在店里招呼客人，马上就明白是怎么回事了。他长叹一声，拿起扫帚去了后房。可是这一换，黄师傅还真有点吃不消，他毕竟是上了年纪的人了，遇到挑水劈柴搬煤球的重活，常累得汗流泱背，气喘吁吁。可是少东家却像没看到似的，有时还一个劲地催他手脚快些。

黄师傅心里明白：少东家这是变着法儿在撵自己走呢！他算算日期，离过年还有近三个月的时间，就想咬牙坚持干到年尾再走，不想半个月下来，他终于挺不住病倒了。这下可吓坏了少东家：黄师傅万一有个三长两短，自己不但贴钱贴物，而且还会沾上一门子的晦气，那才叫“偷鸡不成蚀把米”。直到请来的郎中说黄师傅这是急火攻心，休养一段时间就会好的，少东家这才放了心。

过了一阵，黄师傅身体终于恢复了。可是病愈后一结账，不但几个月的工钱被扣完，还欠下少东家二十个大洋。少东家说：“看在你跟我们家几十年的情分上，这钱就不用还了，你早日返乡养老去吧！”

黄师傅一听少东家这话，很平静地说：“欠钱总是要还的，否则我死也不会闭眼。这样吧，过两天，到第三天，你这店再让我打理一次，若是一天下来我能比平时多卖出钱来，就算我还了你的债，并且再算上我回家的盘缠，如何？”

少东家一听，心想：三天后是什么日子？冬至已经过了，阳历年还没到，这跟平日好像没什么两样呀？也好，不如做个顺水人情，让黄师傅死心塌地地走。于是，就点头答应了。

到了第三天，少东家怀着好奇心早早就起了床。他去大街上一溜达，看见许多洋行门口都贴了一个戴红帽的老人像，一问才知道，原来是西方的圣诞节到了，据说这一天洋人买东西都很大方的。少东家暗道：怪不得黄师傅要挑这一天，原来有戏唱的啊！他赶紧回到店里，见黄师傅穿着一身干净的衣衫，正精神抖擞地要和阿康一起接待顾客。

你还别说，这天来的外国客人确实比以往要多，但一个个都被阿康抢在前头拦去了生意，有时阿康忙不过来，少东家就自己出马，故意不让黄师傅接待，黄师傅只有一脸的苦笑。

到了下午，来了一个鹰钩鼻子、蓝眼睛的洋买办，少东家认识，这个客人叫吉姆逊，是个有名的中国通。吉姆逊先闻茶叶，再看茶具，看完了就摇头，嘴里直叫“no”，显然是没有中意。

跟在他屁股后面的阿康忙把吉姆逊领到精品小柜前，那里面摆放着几件清朝年间的朱泥小壶。吉姆逊挨个拿起，敲敲，闻闻，又用手背在壶底来回摩擦了几遍，然后说：“这都是贋品，声杂，味腥，有毛刺，我要真正的宜兴陶器。”几句话，全说在点子上，阿康蔦了，少东家也无语。

吉姆逊一耸肩，就要跨出门去，就在这时，黄师傅说了一声：“吉先生请留步。”

吉姆逊转过头来，很纳闷地看着黄师傅。

黄师傅笑着问：“吉先生，若是好壶，您可出得起价钱？”

吉姆逊指指外面的洋车，得意地说：“钱是不成问题的。”

黄师傅一听，点点头，转身进屋，不一会儿，拿出一把紫砂小壶来。

看到这把壶，少东家和阿康差点没笑掉大牙。原来，这是几年前宜兴一个客商送给老东家六十大寿的贺礼，壶送来后不久，老东家就去世了。这壶表面好看，但壶底有一条裂纹，虽不漏水，但因为品相不好，没人会买。少东家准备扔掉，黄师傅却收起来，说是可以做自己晚上备用的痰盂缸，没想到经过几年唾液的浸润，这壶底的裂纹竟自动愈合了。现在，这把洗得乌黑程亮的小壶就放在吉姆逊面前。

吉姆逊一看，眼睛里顿时放出两道蓝光。他轻轻拿起这把壶，在手里不住地把玩，发现它形同鼓肚，耳把浑圆，壶身上刻有二十四行行草，壶底篆刻着五个小字：平生一片心。吉姆逊用戴在中指上的戒指轻叩壶身，顿时发出一声清脆之音；他又用手背轻拂壶口，除了有平滑如玉的感觉外，似乎还带有一丝凉气沁人肌肤；再细看那些诗文，如鬼斧神工，笔痕十分流畅有力。

吉姆逊沉吟良久，说：“这是一把，三绝壶，啊！”

吉姆逊这么一说，少东家和阿康都感到莫名其妙。黄师傅却微微一笑，问道：“不知吉先生能否说出是哪三绝呢？”

吉姆逊不假思索地说：“第一绝就是这壶的式样，为乾隆年间宰相陈鸿寿所绘，经宰相之手，土木野草都要贵上三分；其二绝就是壶身上的诗，是唐朝诗人卢仝的，七碗茶诗，，这些字可谓铁画银钩，力道逼人；其三，这把壶是宜兴制陶大师叶时春所制。小小一把壶，竟能集陈鸿寿的款、卢仝的诗和叶时春的手才得以问世，故称，三绝壶，。”

吉姆逊的一席话，说得少东家和阿康如同在听天书，不知是真是假，而黄师傅却竖起大拇指直道：“吉姆逊先生果真是个中国通啊，对我们的茶文化了解之深，实在让人钦佩。”

吉姆逊又要求用茶一试，这是检验好壶最有效的办法。

黄师傅点点头，然后舀出一勺茶叶放入壶内，加水烹煮。不一会儿，只见热气升腾，蟹眼过后鱼眼开，茶味从壶嘴喷出，刹那间满室飘香。黄师傅斟满一盅递给吉姆逊，吉姆逊慢慢品尝了一口，只觉一道热浪过后，腹腔甘甜，口舌生津，忍不住连声赞道：“好茶，好壶！"

吉姆逊问黄师傅这把壶卖多少钱，黄师傅不说话，只伸出一个指头。

少东家一看，心里连叫“乖乖”，一把破壶竟想收人家一百个大洋？真是异想天开。

不料吉姆逊却点点头说：“我买了。”他一下子就掏出一千块袁大头，放到柜台上，把少东家和阿康喜得头脑都发晕了。

黄师傅倒未见得怎么高兴，他朗声对吉姆逊道：“这把壶确实不错，不过先生您看清楚了，这是个贋品，是由后人仿制的，并非真正的，三绝壶，，您出这么多钱，不怕被我骗了？”

少东家一听黄师傅这话，好像三伏天被兜头浇了瓢冰水，差点没昏过去：天下生意人，哪有主动承认自己是在卖假货的啊？

吉姆逊直视了黄师傅一会，忽然哈哈大笑道：“黄师傅这样磊落的人，真是难得一见啊！这把壶若是真正的'三绝壶'，那就是国宝了，以黄师傅的为人，是断然不会轻易出卖的。我早就看出来这把壶是贋品，但它仿造的工艺绝对值这个价钱。更主要的是，这把壶让我找到了了解中国茶文化的钥匙，这才是无价之宝。黄师傅，就冲着你这份坦诚，我决定了，以后我们洋行所有的茶叶都到你店里来买。”

吉姆逊说完，收起茶壶，驾车走了。黄师傅也提起早已打好的包裹，朝少东家作了一个揖，只从柜台上拿了十个大洋用作路上盘缠，随后就大踏步出门而去。

好半天，少东家才突然醒悟过来什么，叫阿康赶紧去追。

阿康撇撇嘴说：“洋人的汽车跑那么快，我怎么追得上？”

少东家连连跺脚道：“你真是个笨蛋！我让你去追黄师傅，他才是真正的无价之宝啊！”

During the Republic of China, there was a Ruyi Tea House in the west gate of Yangcheng, which sold tea leaves and tea sets. There are two people in the tea house, one old and one young. The old Master Huang is in his fifties and is in charge of the business in the shop. The youngest is called A Kang, who is a handyman.

When the old owner was alive, he relied heavily on Master Huang. Master Huang never asked the merchants when he saw tea. He just grabbed a handful of tea leaves and put them in the palm of his hand. , squinting your eyes and sniffing hard, you can tell the name of the tea: Wuyi Toushui Yancha, or Anxi Mingqian Tieguanyin, or Fuzhou Fragrant June White, or Hangzhou West Lake Longjing Tea... Zhen Those merchants stared wide-eyed and obediently settled according to Master Huang's quotation.

Now that the old boss has passed away, and the young boss is the master, it is a little bit annoying for Master Huang. It's no wonder that Master Huang has worked all his life, but now his back is hunched and his hair is white. Except for his eyes, his body and bones are not as good as a year.

A Kang saw the Shaodong family's thoughts. One day, while Master Huang was away, he proposed to the Shaodong family that he wanted to change seats with Master Huang, and the wages were only half of Master Huang's.

The young master was hesitant at first, for fear that A Kang would not understand the market. A Kang said: "The job of buying and selling depends on the flexibility of the eyes. Two money to buy three money to sell, small profits but quick turnover, is better than high profits."

The Shaodong family agreed to see that A Kang was right. As soon as Master Huang came back, he saw that A Kang took off his sackcloth jacket and put on a long coat to greet customers in the store, and he immediately understood what was going on. With a long sigh, he picked up the broom and went to the back room. But this change, Master Huang really couldn't bear it. After all, he was an old man. When he encountered the heavy work of fetching water, chopping wood, and moving briquettes, he was often sweaty and out of breath. But the young master seemed to have not seen it, and sometimes urged him to hurry up.

Master Huang knew in his heart: Shaodong's family is trying to push himself away! He counted the dates, there were still nearly three months before the Chinese New Year, and he wanted to grit his teeth and insist on working until the end of the year. This has frightened the young master: if Master Huang has three strengths and two weaknesses, he will not only pay money and stick things, but also get a whole family of bad luck. It was not until the invited Langzhong said that Master Huang was in a hurry and would be fine after a period of rest, and the young master was relieved.

After a while, Master Huang finally recovered. But as soon as the bill was settled after recovering from the illness, not only was the salary for several months deducted, but also 20 oceans were owed to the young owner. The young master said, "Based on your decades-long relationship with our family, you don't need to repay the money. You should return to your hometown as soon as possible to retire!"

When Master Huang heard what the young master said, he said calmly: "You always have to pay back the money you owe, otherwise I won't close my eyes if I die. Well, in two days, on the third day, your shop will let me call you again. Just think about it once, if I can sell more money than usual at the end of the day, even if I repay your debt, and then count my troubles back home, how about it?"

When the young master heard this, he thought to himself: what day will it be in three days? The winter solstice has passed, and the solar calendar year has not yet arrived. It seems to be the same as usual? Well, it's better to be a good friend and let Master Huang go. So, he nodded in agreement.

On the third day, Shaodong's family got up early with curiosity. He went for a walk on the street and saw a portrait of an old man with a red cap posted on the door of many foreign firms. After asking, he found out that it was Christmas in the West. It is said that foreigners are very generous in shopping on this day. Shaodong's family secretly said: No wonder Master Huang chose this day, it turned out to be a drama! He hurriedly returned to the store and saw that Master Huang was wearing clean clothes and was in high spirits to receive customers with Akang.

Don't tell me, there are indeed more foreign guests than before, but they were all blocked by A Kang. Sometimes when A Kang is too busy, the young master goes out on his own and deliberately does not let Master Huang receive them. , Master Huang only had a wry smile on his face.

In the afternoon, a foreign comprador with an aquiline nose and blue eyes came. The young master knew him. The guest was Jimson, a well-known China expert. Jimson first smelled the tea leaves, then looked at the tea set, shook his head after reading it, and said "no" in his mouth, obviously not to his liking.

Akang, who was following behind his ass, hurriedly led Jimson to the boutique cabinet, which contained several small red clay pots from the Qing Dynasty. Jimson picked them up one by one, tapped them, smelled them, and rubbed the bottom of the pot with the back of his hand several times, then said, "These are all fakes. They have a noisy sound, smell, and have burrs. I want real Yixing pottery." A few words, all on the point, Akang was stunned, and the young master was speechless.

Jimson shrugged and was about to step out the door. At this moment, Master Huang said, "Mr. Ji, please stay."

Jimson turned his head and looked at Master Huang puzzled.

Master Huang smiled and asked, "Mr. Ji, if it's a good pot, can you afford it?"

Jimson pointed to the foreign car outside and said triumphantly, "Money is no problem."

When Master Huang heard this, he nodded, turned around and entered the room. After a while, he took out a small teapot of purple sand.

Seeing this pot, Shaodong's family and Akang almost didn't laugh out loud. It turned out that this was a gift from a merchant in Yixing to the old owner's 60th birthday a few years ago. Soon after the pot was delivered, the old owner passed away. The surface of this pot looks good, but there is a crack on the bottom of the pot. Although it does not leak, no one will buy it because of its poor quality. The young master was about to throw it away, but Master Huang put it away, saying that it could be used as a spare spittoon jar for him at night. Unexpectedly, after several years of saliva infiltration, the cracks on the bottom of the pot healed automatically. Now, this small pot, washed so black and bright, is placed in front of Jimson.

Jimson looked at it, and two blue lights suddenly appeared in his eyes. He gently picked up the pot, and kept playing with it in his hands, and found that it had a bulging belly, round ears, twenty-four lines of cursive engraved on the body of the pot, and five small characters engraved on the bottom of the pot: "Life is a piece of heart." Jimson tapped the body of the pot with the ring on his middle finger, and suddenly made a crisp sound; he flicked the mouth of the pot with the back of his hand again, in addition to the smooth jade feeling, there seemed to be a hint of coolness refreshing the skin; Looking closely at those poems, the strokes are very smooth and powerful.

Jimson pondered for a long time and said, "This is a three-special pot, ah!"

When Jimson said this, Shao Dongjia and Akang felt baffled. Master Huang smiled slightly and asked, "I wonder if Mr. Ji can tell you which three skills are?"

Jimson said without hesitation: "The first feature is the style of this pot, which was painted by the prime minister Chen Hongshou during the Qianlong period. After the hands of the prime minister, the soil, wood and weeds are more expensive by three points; the second feature is the poem on the pot, which is from the Tang Dynasty. Poet Lu Tong's poem "Seven Bowls of Tea", these words can be described as iron painted silver hooks, powerful; third, this pot was made by Yixing pottery master Ye Shichun. A small pot can actually collect Chen Hongshou's It was only after the section, Lu Tong's poems and Ye Shichun's hand that came out, it was called "Three Unique Pots".

Jimson's remarks made Shaodong's family and Akang listen to heaven, not knowing whether it was true or not, but Master Huang gave a thumbs up and said: "Mr. It's really admirable."

Jimson again asked to try it with tea, the most efficient way to test a good pot.

Master Huang nodded, then scooped out a spoonful of tea leaves into the pot, and added water to cook. After a while, I saw the heat rising, the fish eyes opened after the crab's eyes, the tea smell was sprayed from the spout, and the room was filled with fragrance in an instant. Master Huang filled a cup and handed it to Jimson. Jimson slowly took a sip. After a heat wave, his stomach was sweet and his tongue was full of water. He couldn't help but praise: "Good tea, good pot!"

Jimson asked Master Huang how much the pot was sold for. Master Huang didn’t say anything, just held out a finger.

When the young master saw it, he kept calling "Guy" in his heart. He wanted to receive a hundred oceans for a broken pot? It was whimsical.

Unexpectedly, Jimson nodded and said, "I bought it." He immediately took out a thousand yuan Yuan Datou and put it on the counter, making Shaodong's family and Akang dizzy with joy.

Master Huang didn't seem very happy, he said loudly to Jimson: "This pot is really good, but you can see clearly, sir, this is a fake, it was imitated by later generations, not the real one, Sanjue pot, you With so much money, are you not afraid of being deceived by me?"

When the young master heard what Master Huang said, it seemed as if he was poured a ladle of ice water on his head during the dog days, and he almost fainted: How can business people in the world take the initiative to admit that they are selling fake goods?

Jimson stared directly at Master Huang for a while, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Master Huang is such an upright person, it is rare to see! If this pot is a real 'Three Unique Pots', it is a national treasure, with Master Huang As a human being, I will definitely not sell it easily. I have long seen that this pot is a fake, but its imitation craftsmanship is definitely worth the price. More importantly, this pot allows me to find the key to understanding Chinese tea culture , This is a priceless treasure. Master Huang, just for your honesty, I have decided that in the future, all the teas from our foreign firm will come to your store to buy."

Jimson finished speaking, put away the teapot, and drove away. Master Huang also mentioned the package he had already made, and bowed to Shaodong's house. He only took ten oceans from the counter to wrap around on the road, and then strode out the door.

After a long time, Shaodong's family suddenly realized something, and told A Kang to hurry up to chase.

A Kang pouted and said, "The foreigner's car is running so fast, how can I catch up?"

The young master stomped his feet again and again: "You are such an idiot! I asked you to chase Master Huang, he is the real priceless treasure!"