Song Tan Jishi

Song Sancheng quickly responded: "Here, wait!"

Quickly picked up the pole and went down the mountain.

Standing at the door was Zhou Maozhu from the same village, who was entrusted to fry the tea at home this time.

Roasting tea also depends on the heat, some are too vigorous, some are too raw, the finished product is always not so satisfactory, only Zhou Maozhu used to work in those big tea factories for a long time when he was young, and now his craftsmanship is the most stable.

It was originally agreed to collect them every night, so he took advantage of the night to process them.

Unexpectedly, the tea leaves were so lush this time that the five people picked a lot of tea. Zhou Maozhu's house didn't have a tea frying machine, so he might have to stay up all night.

But in the village, he is the one with the best craftsmanship, and he still has a tea-frying stove at home.

Firstly, other places are far away, and secondly, people now use tea frying machines to fry them collectively, and it is not easy to process them individually.

When he saw Song Sancheng, he couldn't help but smile on the same vicissitudes of life face:

"Thirty percent, your family is really honored by the land master this year, come and have a look at this tea!"

He opened the transparent plastic bag in his hand, and a tangy fragrance filled the air immediately!

"A total of twenty-five catties and two taels of hair tips were sent to me yesterday. If you said there is no need to sieve them, then I didn't sieve them. I think the ones picked are quite pure, and there are not many leaves."

The most popular of their local tea is Maojian, which has only one bud. The second is the one with a leaf, and after that, the more leaves, the less valuable.

Farmers who specialize in tea will strictly classify the grades and set different prices, but Song Sancheng's family only has such a piece of land, so there is no need for this.

Zhou Maozhu reached out and grabbed a handful of dark green dry tea with a layer of white fluff from it, and showed him:

"Three and a half catties is one catty. After frying, the total is a little more than seven catties. But didn't you say that you want to take it out? I specially baked it to make it drier, so that it can be preserved."

"However, in this way, five catties of whole dry tea will be produced this time. You can just pick the leaves later when you have time."

All of them have done work, and when Zhou Maozhu talked about the numbers, Song Sancheng knew that there was something wrong.

He smelled the refreshing tea fragrance, and now he felt his throat was parched. So he nodded, and hurriedly dragged the person into the house:

"Come, come, let's make two cups to see the color of this soup!"

The top-quality Maojian must not be soaked in boiling water. It just so happens that the water in the thermos bottle at home was boiled early in the morning. It is an old thermos bottle with a fairly average heat preservation ability. It is estimated that the temperature is right now.

Song Sancheng took out two glasses, grabbed two pinches of tea leaves in one at a time, washed the tea briefly, and began to taste it impatiently.

——There is nothing professional or unprofessional, it all depends on experience.

With the crystal clear water brewing, the dark green dry tea rolled up instantly in the water, and then slowly swelled, showing a delicate green color.

A delicate fragrance slowly permeated the room, Song Sancheng couldn't help taking two deep breaths, this time he really felt that the land master opened his eyes and showed them the spirit in the field!

Have you ever smelled such a fragrant tea in your life?

Zhou Maozhu looked at the upright hair tips in the cup, and there was pride and joy in his eyes at the moment:

"Thirty percent, the tea in your family is really amazing this year!"

"I just got out of the pot yesterday, and the scent was immediately stimulated! When I finished the process, I felt refreshed and more and more comfortable."

"The more it was fried, the more fragrant it became, and the whole yard smelled refreshed. It's just a bit refreshing. I haven't had time to taste it. Maybe it smells a lot. I stayed up all night, and now I can't smell it." Not sleepy yet."

Zhou Maozhu’s “finishing” is not the finalization of the film, but the initial step of their local tea roasting. It is mainly used to stimulate the tea aroma, evaporate water, and make the tea soft and easy to knead.

Generally, tea leaves will have a wet tea aroma during this process, and the taste is quite unique.

But just smelling the tea aroma during the roasting process is so refreshing, and Zhou Maozhu, who has worked in a big tea factory, can say that...

Song Sancheng couldn't help but smile when he smelled the tangy fragrance that filled the room again.

At this time, Zhou Maozhu asked embarrassingly: "Sancheng, how do you plan to sell this tea in your family? When the tea leaves are finished roasting, can you get me a catty?"

How to sell?

Song Sancheng didn't know either!

He just knows that his daughter is capable, and the wild vegetables in the field can be packed into twenty-one catties. This tea... I don't dare to think about it.

But at this moment, Zhou Maozhu's request was not too much.

He began to think that the output was small, and it would take only a few hours to fry the tea leaves. The wage he negotiated with Zhou Maozhu was 120 yuan a day. With his skill, if he goes out to work, it will be tiring, but at least he can earn three or four hundred yuan a day!

No matter how expensive the tea is, the pig butcher usually has to bring something home, just give it if you need it!

Song Sancheng made a final decision:

"Old Zhou, I think our tea mountain can produce a lot this year. I guess you will have to stay up all night every night during this period. It will definitely work for you to give tea."

"But we can't say for sure about the weather and production. Anyway, if it's about the same as today, then I'll make the decision—"

"Let's do it, I'll give you a catty of Mingqian tea!"

"Two catties of tea before the rain."

"If there are more follow-ups, how about five catties of summer tea and autumn tea?"

Most of the Maojian teas are the most expensive during the period before Qingming, followed by Grain Rain, and when it comes to summer tea, it drops another big level.

Of course, there is summer tea in summer, and white dew tea in autumn, each with its own taste. It all depends on whether these teas are worth such a long investment this year.

Song Sancheng's gift is not unreasonable.

It's all because of Zhou Maozhu's hard work and honesty. If someone else steals one or two a day when frying tea, there will be quite a few in a month.

Song Sancheng smiled embarrassingly: "You also know that now my family Tan Tan is in charge of this area, and we as parents are just helping her."

The implication is that no matter how much you give, he can't give it, and he can't be the master.

Zhou Maozhu was already satisfied, even overjoyed.

"Good good good good good good good! I know that your tea must be expensive! Don't worry, I will definitely fry your tea well and not waste it at all."

"Oh," he had already started rubbing his hands, and sighed, "You said so many good tea leaves, but I have to save the tea before the rain and drink it slowly."

"If Xia Tea has this quality, it will be better than the thousands of teas out there."

Song Sancheng laughed: "You still choose summer tea as a gift for your son? Why don't you choose tea before the rain?"

However, Zhou Maozhu shook his head:

"You don't understand, just this tea, I've never had such a good drink in my life, what kind of gifts are you talking about giving such an exaggerated gift!"

The most important thing is, five catties of summer tea, one catty at a time, in case someone wants more after drinking it, it's convenient to strike while the iron is hot!

"As far as this family is concerned, we can do what we can, and summer tea is fine."

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