Live broadcast: I am farming deep in the Shiwanda Mountains

Fang Yuan returned to the third uncle's house.

Leave the tea stall to dry.

Subsequently.

Put out the small motorcycle, get ready to go out, and find someone to pick lychees.

"Ah Yuan!".

A voice called him.

Fang Yuan turned around and saw a thin black young man, greeting him.

"Creek?

Fang Yuan was pleasantly surprised.

This young man is his childhood playmate, Fang Xiaohe.

See your friends,

Both were happy.

Fang Yuan said: "Xiaohe, didn't you go out to work, why did you come back?".

Fang Xiaohe: "My wife is pregnant, and I want to take care of her, so I'll come back." "

Fang Yuan understood.

My wife is pregnant.

Taking care of the care is as it should be.

The two chatted for a while.

Fang Yuan said: "It's just right that you came back, I want to pick a batch of lychees and send them out, you can help me." "

Fang Xiaohe nodded and said, "No problem." "

After saying yes.

Fang Xiaohe went to find someone to pick lychees.

Fang Yuan pushed the small motorcycle back, and then found a large iron pot in the attic.

This is a pot specially used to fry tea.

In the 100,000 mountains, every household is planted with tea trees. The tea produced by these tea trees is not well-known, but it tastes okay.

At the end of April, the people in the village pick the young leaves and fry them for themselves.

In the third uncle's house, there is a complete set of tea roasting tools.

Right now.

Fang Yuan just needed it.

He wants to fry and raise Yuan tea by himself.

Wash the cauldron.

Get things ready.

It's been three hours.

Fang Yuan lit a fire.

And then.

Opened the live stream.

Soon.

The audience came in.

"I was the first to enter the live broadcast room. "

"Haha, it's live again!".

"It's coming, it's coming. "

"Look at the anchor this time, what is live broadcast. "

"I guess it's lychee picking. "

"It's not lychee picking. Look at the iron pot behind the anchor, does the anchor want to be a chef?".

"It's roasting tea leaves!".

"It's roasted tea leaves. I've seen all the tea leaves. "

Fang Yuan said hello.

"Everyone is welcome in. "

"I was going to pick lychees. "

"Unexpectedly, one of my friends came back and handed it over to him to pick lychees. "

"This time, let's broadcast the roasted tea leaves. "

"Look, the tea leaves have been almost dried, and the fire has been lit, so you can fry them. "

Fang Yuan looked at it.

Pour the tea leaves into an iron pot.

And then.

Stir-fry directly by hand.

"I'll go, roasting tea is a live broadcast with hands?".

"yes, why don't you wear a glove?".

"It is estimated that it is very painful to roast tea like this. "

"Is the anchor trained into an iron sand palm and is not afraid of heat?".

The audience posted barrages one after another.

Fang Yuan looked at the barrage.

Stir-fry while frying.

While saying:

"When roasting tea, it's best not to use gloves. "

"Because. "

"After wearing gloves, I can't accurately perceive the temperature, and I don't know if the tea is burnt. "

"Of course, when you don't wear gloves to fry tea, you have to be very careful not to let your hands touch the surface of the iron pot, otherwise your hands will hurt. "

Fang Yuan pressed and twisted the tea leaves.

Stir-fried tea is very particular about techniques.

The same kind of tea, fried by different people, is very different in color and taste.

Fang Yuan is a master of tea making, and every movement is skillful and elegant, calm and unhurried.

It's like showing art.

The audience was hooked.

"The anchor is so stylish. "

"I feel like the anchor is a master of roasted tea. "

"I feel the same way. "

"There is no doubt that the anchor's skills in roasting tea are really first-class. By the way, I have a thousand acres of tea mountains at home, and I have been roasting tea since I was a child. "

"The anchor is amazing. "

Fang Yuan ignored the barrage.

Stir-fry calmly.

The fragrance of tea wafted out.

"Quack!".

In the sky, there was a cry, and Brother Crow fell from the sky.

It falls next to the large iron pot.

Looking at the tea leaves in the iron pot, he said, "Fragrant, fragrant!"

Two eyes, staring at the tea leaves all the time.

Fang Yuan said, "Do you still want to eat tea?"

Raven nodded repeatedly.

Fang Yuan: "It's not fried yet, you are watching." "

Brother Crow nodded

It didn't go away, just stood like that, watching Fang Yuan stir-fry.

Barrage.

"I'll go. Even crows want to eat it, how fragrant is this tea?".

"Strange news, crows also want to eat tea. "

"Crows eat tea, I've never heard of it. "

"Through the screen, I know that this tea is very fragrant. "

"It seems that this tea is not only good-looking, but also tastes good. "

Fang Yuan stirred for a while.

The tea leaves have begun to dehydrate, soften, and turn slightly yellow.

It feels like it's almost time for the fire.

So he picked up the tea leaves and dried them.

Hand-fried tea cannot be fried at one time, and it must be divided into three stir-fries, which is a raw pot, two green pots, and cooked pots.

After a while of drying.

Continue to fry.

At this time.

Under Fang Yuan's rubbing, the tea leaves began to roll into strips, and the soft tea leaves lost their moisture and began to harden, but strangely, they still maintained their verdant color.

The tea leaves that waft out are even more intense.

The fragrance of tea wafts far away.

At this time.

A tall monkey, sneakily appeared, came to the courtyard.

It smells of tea leaves.

A look of intoxication!

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