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“Please wait a moment, young sir!” At a roadside Tea House, the sign on the Decoy was crookedly painted with the word “tea.” After placing the payment on the table and preparing to leave, the shopkeeper hurried out to call after Mo Wen.
“May I ask what brings you to stop me, shopkeeper?” Mo Wen paused and politely inquired. The shopkeeper was just an ordinary person, so Mo Wen was not concerned about any ill intentions.
“Please don’t take offense, young sir. You are our first customer. Seeing that you are well-read, my wife and I would like to ask if you could give our Tea House a name,” the middle-aged man said, somewhat embarrassed. The Tea House had just opened, and they had heard that a good name could bring prosperity. They had been struggling to come up with one until Mo Wen, dressed like a scholar, walked in. It was only when Mo Wen was about to leave that they decided to seek his help.
“I can certainly help with that, but I fear my lack of talent may disappoint you,” Mo Wen replied, agreeing but adding a touch of humility to avoid any dissatisfaction with his choice.
“You are too modest! You’ve seen our Decoy at the entrance; I painted it based on what I saw in the city,” the shopkeeper said with a wry smile. “Please come inside; I noticed you’ve been standing outside.” Realizing this, he quickly ushered Mo Wen into the Tea House.
“It’s no trouble; I’ve been wandering the world and am used to such customs,” Mo Wen said as he followed the shopkeeper inside. Although it was a roadside establishment with tables and chairs outside, it did not have an open-air setup and had a strong rural atmosphere.
“Please forgive me for my lack of decorum. This shop used to be our backyard. My wife and I have been thinking of starting a business. Previously, I earned some money running errands for others. After saving up a bit, we renovated our backyard and opened this Tea House,” the shopkeeper explained as he led Mo Wen through the establishment.
“Oh! Do you also sell tea?” Mo Wen asked curiously as he noticed tea leaves displayed on the shelves in the main hall. Even tea houses in the city typically did not sell tea leaves.
“These are from relatives who produce them in the mountains. We usually sell them in the city, but when my relatives heard I was opening a Tea House, they sent some over. This tea is just as good as what you find in those big tea houses in town. We usually have to sell it cheaply in the city, but since my shop is near the official road, we thought we might have better luck here and sell it at a good price,” the shopkeeper said proudly.
“ shopkeeper, could you brew a pot for me to taste?” Before long, several snacks and the tea Mo Wen requested were placed on the table. shopkeeper sat down and began introducing each item to Mo Wen.
“The tea is clear as a mirror and feels ethereal like clouds or mist when tasted. Although this place is somewhat distant from Cloud Mist Forest, it’s not too far either. The courtyard is naturally refreshing; how about naming your shop Yunwu Pavilion?” Although Mo Wen had not tasted much tea before, this one reminded him of the old tree’s tea from Kao Shu Village—it could certainly be considered good tea.
“Excellent!”
After leaving the Tea House and heading towards Zhou Cheng, Mo Wen did not expect that his first business transaction would involve naming a shop. The shopkeeper was very pleased with the name he suggested. Naturally, satisfaction led to rewards; although he was not short on money—indeed, he was wealthier than this shopkeeper—after some polite refusals, he accepted his reward in tea leaves instead. Both were delighted with this arrangement.
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