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

"Huh?" The crying seemed to have noticed the visitor, and stopped immediately. A thin figure slowly stood up from the shadow of the pile of earthen bricks. Jiang Ning raised the lantern to look, and couldn't help being surprised.

The person hiding there crying turned out to be a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, holding the bamboo basket in his arms, covered with a bamboo hat, but it was himself, completely drenched by the rain, dripping wetly, Very embarrassed, he raised his hand to wipe his face, lowered his head, hugged the bamboo pole tightly, and said in a weak and cramped voice: "Yes, I'm sorry, I, I'm just here to hide from the rain... just go..."

Hearing this, Jiang Ning frowned, and asked tentatively, "Weng Lin?"

"Ah?" The young man raised his head, it was indeed Weng Lin, he looked at the two of them, and was stunned for a moment.

After a while, in the room, Weng Lin had changed into Han Zhiyuan's clothes, and sat on a chair with some embarrassment. Jiang Ning poured a bowl of hot tea, handed it to Weng Lin, and smiled gently: "Drink some hot tea." Tea warms you up."

Perhaps because of his harmless smile, Weng Lin was not as nervous as before. He was taken aback for a moment, then took the tea bowl clumsily, and said shyly, "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Jiang Ning smiled, and reminded: "It's been a cold spring these days, and the weather is very cold. I think you are quite young, so you should pay attention to your body when you go out, and be careful not to catch a cold."

Weng Lin listened, but for some reason, tears rolled in his eyes several times, and finally he couldn't hold back, and fell down patter, Jiang Ning: "..." I didn't say anything to stimulate him just now, did I?

He suddenly looked at Han Zhiyuan with a little helplessness, but Han Zhiyuan who was beside him suddenly said: "A man, there are some hurdles you can't get over. What's the use of hiding here and crying?"

However, Weng Lin cried even harder after hearing this, Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan: "..."

The teenage boy cries with forbearable grievances and deep depression, as if the belief that has been supporting him has been destroyed, he hangs his head halfway, his back trembling slightly, Fingers gripping the rim of the thick porcelain tea bowl tightly, tears fell drop by drop on the clear tea water, splashing small ripples.

Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan were silent, and Weng Lin's subdued sobs echoed in the room. After a long time, he stopped, wiped his tears in embarrassment, and confessed with a forced laugh: "It's really embarrassing... The two laughed..."

Looking at his red eyes, Jiang Ning tried his best to think carefully and said, "What's sad about you, can you tell us about it, maybe we can give you an idea?"

"Thank you both." Weng Lin wiped his face, hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "You two know that my family is a tea farmer, and the spring drought this year, the tea harvest is not very good."

Jiang Ning nodded slightly, let alone tea, after this spring drought, it is estimated that the harvest of any plant will not be good this year.

Weng Lin paused, and continued: "The quantity of tea leaves is far less than in previous years. Even so, the quality is much better. The same is true for the tea leaves from the other tea mountains in our village. All together, although there are not many, if you If the price is better, it will be enough for us to get through this year."

Jiang Ning said: "In this way, since it's not about the tea, it's about the price?"

"It's the price!" Weng Lin raised his head, his eyes were red, and his tone was urgent: "Even if it is based on the price of new tea in previous years, no matter how bad this batch of new tea is, it still costs eleven or twelve cents a liter, but right now..."

He said, with a bit of suppressed sobs in his voice: "But the tea shop is Zengji Tea Shop, they like to lower the price when buying tea, and they like to play tricks. Doing business with them will be cut into pieces." Come on, although the tea in our village was sold to them in the past, the situation is not too bad, but this year a new tea collector came in. After looking at our tea, he said that it was because of the spring drought that caused the difference in tea sales. , the quality is not good, so I want to buy it at the price of old tea, and spread everywhere that our tea is not new tea at all, saying that we people in Chunxipo are all liars..."

The boy's eyes were red, and he said in a hoarse voice: "We are not liars... The price of old tea... a liter of old tea is only four or five renminbi. Compared with the price of new tea, there is a huge difference? But the Zeng family is like a blood-sucking leech. , sent people over to harass endlessly every three days, wanting to buy it by force... I came to Yuezhou today, just to see if anyone in the market is willing to buy tea, but...but I don't want to be seen by the steward, so I directly kicked me out..."

No matter how mature Ren was in the past, he was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child. He looked helpless and cried depressedly: "The spring drought has just passed, and the family is about to be unable to open the pot, and the tea has not been sold. , a family of six is ​​waiting for dinner, I... I still have no face to go home..."

Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan were silent one after another. Finally, Jiang Ning coughed, changed the topic as calmly as possible, and said softly, "Your new tea is in this basket of yours?"

Weng Lin wiped away his tears and nodded: "Yes, they are all new teas of this year."

As he spoke, he opened the bamboo basket again, groped inside for a while, took out an oil paper bag that Jiang Ning was familiar with, opened it carefully, and said, "Look, this is the best tea in our village. The new teas are exactly the same, they are all good Mingqian Maojian, and the teas from previous years are not so good."

Jiang Ning reached out to take some tea, looked at it, and said, "The tea you had last time was very good, so why don't you sell all the tea to me?"

Weng Lin was stunned for a moment, with a surprised expression on his face: "Du, sell them to you?"

Jiang Ning nodded with a smile: "To tell you the truth, I happen to be interested in tea recently. How many teas are there in your village?"

Weng Lin thought for a while, then hesitantly calculated: "There are more than 300 mu of tea hills in the village. If one mu of tea trees produces 120 liters of tea in previous years, this year there is a spring drought, and the amount of tea is only half of last year, roughly..."

He snapped his fingers, counted for a long time, and finally Jiang Ning said: "There are about 180 shi of tea leaves." As a modern person, the multiplication formulas are like hanging out!

Weng Lin rubbed his head and said a little nervously: "I don't quite know, it's about this much. Although this year's harvest is not good, I think there should be around 180 shi."

He paused, and said slightly uneasy: "Do you really want to buy tea?"

Han Zhiyuan said, "I have this idea."

Weng Lin hesitated for a moment, and said seriously: "180 shi tea is not a small amount, and I can't make the decision, why don't I go back and discuss it with the villagers."

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "Naturally, but I have one thing for you to do here."

"Please say."

Jiang Ning said: "Before the matter is completed, I hope that Zeng Ji Tea House will not get the news."

Weng Lin was stunned, but immediately understood what he meant, and immediately said: "It's natural, please rest assured, I will tell the villagers."

"My surname is Jiang, and the single character is Ning. This is my elder brother. His surname is Han and his first name is Zhiyuan." Jiang Ning smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will go to you whether it succeeds or not."

After hearing this, Weng Lin was really relieved, the three of them discussed for a while, and within five days, Weng Lin went back to discuss the matter with the villagers, and if it was successful, he would come and report a letter.

Seeing that there was a solution to the matter, Weng Lin was relieved, with a smile on his face, and after solemnly thanking the two of them, he took his leave. With the vigor of a young man.

So Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan continued to solve the problem of dinner. Han Zhiyuan slowly stirred the eggs and Sophora japonica flowers in the bowl, and said to himself, "Is this the pillow that happened to be sleepy?"

Jiang Ning frowned, took out a small bag of cornmeal from the cupboard, poured it into a bowl, added some Sophora japonica flowers and water, and made noodles, said: "I didn't expect Zengji Tea House to do this. , I thought at most it was just monopolizing the market.”

While stirring the egg liquid rhythmically, Han Zhiyuan snorted coldly: "There is no way for people to survive at all, people's hearts are not enough to swallow like a snake."

Jiang Ning watched him stir up a bowl of Sophora japonica egg liquid, and a lot of it oozed out from the edge of the bowl, so he immediately ordered him to stop what he was doing, and drove him to the stove to set a fire.

He put a cage made of bamboo strips on the pot, spread a piece of gauze on it, poured the Sophora japonica noodles in, covered the pot, and then slowly calculated: "We made a total of 440 yuan from selling grain this time." Two, after deducting the cost, there is a net profit of four hundred and forty-four taels, and it is not a problem to buy 180 shi of tea."

Han Zhiyuan stuffed firewood into the stove, hummed, and said, "Zeng Ji is the big problem. They probably won't let us get it so easily."

Jiang Ning stared at the curling mist rising from the stove, and nodded: "If you want to take the tea from Chunxipo, you will definitely offend Zengji Tea Shop."

"Then what if we don't sell in Yuezhou?" Han Zhiyuan suddenly said.

Jiang Ning thought for a moment, frowned and said: "It is reasonable, but if it is really possible to transport the tea to other places for sale, these tea farmers will not let Zengji Tea Shop keep the price of tea so low, but it is possible Think of a way on this, as long as it can be transported out, no matter how powerful Zeng Ji is, it should be beyond his reach."

Holding a small stick in his hand, Han Zhiyuan poked the fire in the stove, and said with a smile, "We might as well ask a professional about this kind of thing."

"It's true," Jiang Ning thought for a second, "Mr. Zhang has been immersed in the tea ceremony for many years, and his experience should be much deeper than that of us who don't understand. It seems that we have to visit his old man again."

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