The Daily Life of the Husband and Wife Selling Dog Food Through Time Traveling

Weng Lin took the bucket of sorghum on his back, thanked Jiang and Ning gratefully, and left.

Throughout the afternoon, Jiang Ning sat behind the counter in a daze with a handful of tea leaves, his expression thoughtful, and the fragrance of the tea filled the air. Han Zhiyuan leaned over to take a look, raised his eyebrows and said, "This tea looks pretty good, what kind of tea is it?" ?”

Jiang Ning came back to his senses, put down the tea, found a delicate wooden box from under the counter, wrapped the tea in it, and replied: "It's Maojian, this bag is new tea, I can give it to Mr. Zhang when you have time." go."

After a few more days, Yu Nian's grain store finally ran out of inventory, and like other grain stores, it put up a sign that it was closed. When he had free time, Jiang Ning took the box of new tea and went to Zhang Gong with Han Zhiyuan. home.

For the arrival of the two, Zhang Gong seemed very happy, especially after seeing the box of fresh tea leaves, his eyes lit up immediately, and his saliva was about to flow down. The son is chirping at the door, so there is a good thing here."

After the three of them sat down, Mr. Zhang couldn't wait to go back to the house to take out the pots and utensils for making tea, and set them up in the yard on the spot. The courtyard is full of fresh tea fragrance, which is refreshing. This scene is indeed a great event in life.

Zhang Gong picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and savored it back and forth for a long time. Then he let out a satisfied sigh, put down the tea bowl, and praised: "Good! This tea is good! It's top-quality tea, fresh and thick in the mouth, and sweet in the aftertaste. It's refreshing, and the aroma is also elegant and long, it's been a long time since the old man last time I drank such a pure Maojian!"

Jiang Ning held the tea bowl and said with a smile, "As long as Mr. Zhang likes it."

Han Zhiyuan picked up the teapot, added some tea to Mr. Zhang, and asked casually, "Why? Is there no tea like this in Yuezhou City?"

Mr. Zhang shook his head, sighed, and said angrily: "There is such a big Buddha who once remembered that all the good tea was sold at a high price. How can it be our turn? Let's go far, even if there is the best tea, At that price, I am afraid that the old man will not be able to afford it even if I sell this house."

After he finished speaking, he took another sip of tea, and sipped it carefully for a long time, half-closed his eyes, his whole body was a little smoky. Get used to it, it's no surprise.

After a while, Mr. Zhang let out a sigh of satisfaction, squinted his eyes and said, "It's also thanks to you guys who still remember me, an old man who was half buried in the loess. It's new tea, where did you buy it?"

"It's just a coincidence," Jiang Ning smiled, and asked deliberately: "How old can Mr. Zhang taste this tea tree?"

"This is to test the old man." Zhang Gong put down the tea bowl with a smile, and said casually: "This is an old tree, and it is about twenty years old at least. It should have been carefully taken care of in previous years, about The trees in the south of the tea mountain also produce a lot of tea. It’s just that this year’s spring drought may reduce the amount by half. But you must know that in this world, disasters and blessings depend on them, and blessings and disasters lie on them. Tea leaves with little rain , but better."

He said, pointing to the tea bowl in front of him, and said with a smile: "It's like this bowl of tea, it didn't taste like this a few years ago."

Jiang Ning suddenly became energetic: "How do you say this?"

Zhang Gong picked up the tea bowl and took another sip, then said slowly: "In previous springs, when there was plenty of rain, the tea trees grew fast and there were a lot of tea leaves. Good friend, in fact, the taste inside is very light. Think about it, the tea leaves are full of water, and they grow blindly. This kind of tea leaves are tasteless when boiled. We call it rain tea, and there is little rain. The spring tea here has another name called Tianhan tea. The quality of Tianhan tea has always been good. The tea leaves grow slowly, with less water content and stronger taste.

After hearing this, Han Zhiyuan said, "In this way, this spring drought is a good thing for tea?"

Mr. Zhang nodded and said: "I have seen some tea growers in the past who deliberately do not pour water on the tea. If it rains, they will put some shelves made of bamboo strips to cover the tea trees, so that most of the tea leaves will not be drenched. When it arrives, the tea produced is better than other people's."

After hearing Mr. Zhang's words, the two suddenly opened up, thanked Mr. Zhang, and sat for a while until it was almost noon before they took their leave.

Zhang Gong narrowed his eyes with a smile, touched the tea casket fondly, and said: "The old man will accept this great gift with impoliteness."

On the way, Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan were discussing how to take the next step. Because of the spring drought, the tea market must be better than in previous years, but now there are two big problems lying in front of them. First, the channels to buy tea, from where?Second, the Yuezhou Yiba Zengji Tea Shop, how to get a share of the Yuezhou tea market quietly is a big problem.

When it came to this question, Han Zhiyuan said: "The typical one who eats meat by himself and doesn't let others drink soup, and covers the sky with one hand, I remember that sooner or later the game will be over."

Jiang Ning smiled, and was about to say something, suddenly there was a thunderbolt out of thin air, and a huge thunder rumbled from the top of his head, Chunlei!

The first spring thunder of this year rang out without warning, one after another, as if reaching the sky, the rolling spring thunder accompanied by lightning, exploded over Yuezhou City, and the pedestrians in the city immediately scrambled to avoid it. Zhiyuan grabbed Jiang Ning and ran towards the north of the city. Before he had gone a few steps, big drops of rain fell, splashing wisps of dust on the dry road.

The rain was so heavy that it hurt people's foreheads and stared at their eyes. While pulling Jiang Ning to run, Han Zhiyuan reached out to cover him from the rain. Although the effect was minimal, Jiang Ning was able to see the road clearly.

By the time they got home, their clothes were already soaked, and they were shivering when they were blown by the cold wind. Fortunately, when they left in the morning, they warmed a pot of water in the stove, which came in handy at this time.

Han Zhiyuan immediately volunteered to fetch bath water, he poured all the warm water into the tub with ulterior motives, Jiang Ning: "..."

Han Zhiyuan said innocently: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Ning took off his clothes, and said calmly: "Or you should boil the water first, and I'll call you when I'm done washing."

Han Zhiyuan suddenly became furious, put on the demeanor of a domineering president, and said forcefully: "No, let's wash such a big bucket together!"

That's your main purpose, right?Jiang Ning looked at him clearly, and Han Zhiyuan's expression immediately turned into aggrieved: "Mandarin duck bath or something... It's okay to have a shot once in a while..."

Jiang Ning looked at him like that, and couldn't help but laugh at him. Han Zhiyuan saw him laughing, so he rushed over boldly. The next thing is hehehe, the indescribable content skips five thousand words.

This long-overdue spring rain continued intermittently for a whole day and night, and it gradually stopped in the morning of the second day. The pagoda trees in the backyard drank enough rainwater, and their branches and leaves stretched out. The leaves were green and green. In the morning sun, there is a little bit of gleam, and the breeze blows, revealing the clusters of flower buds hidden in it.

Sophora japonica flowers are fragrant in April and May. Jiang Ning looked up at the buds and said to himself, "It will bloom in a few days."

Han Zhiyuan was fetching water from the well. Hearing what he said, he casually said, "Blossoms? Can you eat them?"

Jiang Ning said with a smile: "You will know in a few days."

Three days later, the Sophora japonica flowers were all in bloom, clustered and hung on the branches, the flowers were as white as snow, and the courtyard was full of fragrance. When the wind sent it gently, the tree shadows shook slightly, the flower branches trembled slightly, and the fine flowers fell, thin The ground was spread thinly, and a few flowers floated into the room along the window.

Jiang Ning picked a lot of Sophora japonica flowers, washed them with well water, blanched them in boiling water, took them out and squeezed out the water, and finally poured them into a bowl with eggs and put some salt. Han Zhiyuan stood beside him Behind him, watching him stir, a little eager to try: "I'll do it."

Jiang Ning gave him the bowl and said, "Don't spill it."

I don't know when it started, the roof tiles made a rustling sound again, and it seemed that it was raining again. In the quiet night, Jiang Ning suddenly heard a muffled cry coming from the front of the house.

He stopped what he was doing, and asked Han Zhiyuan suspiciously: "Did you hear the crying?"

"Crying sound?" Han Zhiyuan was having a great time playing, he was startled when he heard the words, he listened carefully, there was indeed someone crying, his voice was choked, and he sobbed occasionally, as if he was covered by something It's normal, muffled, very depressing, and the voice is not too far away from them.

On a rainy day, or at night, who would run to their door and cry?He and Jiang Ning looked at each other. This situation made them think of what the craftsmen who repaired the house said before. This house was once haunted by ghosts...

Han Zhiyuan coughed, cleared his throat, put down the bowl, and said, "Let me go and have a look."

Jiang Ning stood up from the kitchen: "I'll go with you."

"En." Han Zhiyuan picked up a piece of firewood, weighed it in his hand, and made up his mind. If anyone sees that their life is too comfortable and wants to make things difficult for them, he will give it to him by the way. Add the dotted head back.

When the two of them left the house, it was raining lightly outside, and the wind was a bit cold. Because of the gloomy weather, the night seemed extraordinarily dark, and against the faint crying sound, it was even more creepy.

Jiang Ning found an umbrella from behind the door, and Han Zhiyuan was carrying a small lantern. The two followed the crying sound and looked for it. When they opened the courtyard door, they found that the crying sound was actually under the outer wall on their right. , there is a pile of broken earth bricks piled up under the wall. I don’t know how many years they have been there, and they have never moved their nests. At this time, it looks dark in the night, and the crying sound comes from the shadow of the earth bricks. of.

Both of them were stunned, what the hell, could it be that the adobe has become a master?