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

In a blink of an eye, the deadline for the appointment with Weng Lin had reached the last day. Early in the morning, Jiang Ning was awakened by a knock on the door outside the yard. He opened his eyes in pain and wiped his face. Face, broke free from Han Zhiyuan's shackles, and stuffed the pillow into his arms familiarly, letting him hold it.

Then got up in cloaked clothes, Han Zhiyuan touched the pillow with his eyes closed, suddenly felt that something was wrong with his hand, so he half-opened his eyes and looked at it, and said sleepily: "Why is it so early? I'll sleep again..."

Jiang Ning yawned, rubbed his eyes, tried to wake himself up, and said in a low voice, "Someone is knocking on the door, I'll go and have a look, you continue to sleep."

Hearing this, Han Zhiyuan didn't sleep anymore, he rubbed his face, tried to get up, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go with you."

The two tidied up a bit, Jiang Ning went to wash up, Han Zhiyuan opened the door, outside the gate stood Weng Lin and two strange men, who looked like his elders, Weng Lin saw that his face was sleepy , then rubbed his fingers a little awkwardly and muttered: "I'm really sorry... so early..."

Han Zhiyuan waved his hand, signaling that he doesn't need to care, and stepped aside: "It's okay, come in first."

The three of Weng Lin thanked them and entered the yard. Jiang Ning just finished washing, so he asked them to sit down in the yard. At this time, the sky was gradually brightening, and the faces of the two men who followed Weng Lin could be vaguely seen. , one is a man who looks a little like Weng Lin, about 40 or [-] years old, with dark skin, a square face, looks very simple and honest, the other is a little older, and his hair is already a little gray.

Jiang Ning looked at Weng Lin hesitantly: "These two are..."

Only then did Weng Lin remember, and quickly introduced: "It was my father and the village chief. I told my father the whole story after I went back that day. After discussing with the village chief, my father wanted to come over and talk to you in person. "Speaking of which, he rubbed his head and said shyly: "That's why it took so long..."

Father Weng stood up and thanked Jiang Ning solemnly: "I heard that my boy has been taken care of by the shopkeeper Jiang a lot, and I haven't had time to thank you. It's really rude."

Jiang Ning stepped aside quickly, feeling a little ashamed, he really hadn't received the etiquette of the elders, he just said: "It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

Weng's father said solemnly: "The more trivial things are, the more we can see a person's character. We believe that Jiang's shopkeeper will naturally not behave like the Zengji tea shop, so this time we specially came here with the village chief to pay your respects. Government, discuss about selling tea."

"That's the reason." The man who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke up, looked at Jiang Ning and the two, and said, "The tea leaves in the village have all been roasted now, and we can guarantee that they are all high-quality tea leaves."

As the village chief said, he unwrapped a bundle he had brought and motioned to them: "Please take a look, both of you."

The elegant aroma of the tea leaves immediately permeated, and it was particularly refreshing in the cold morning air. At this time, the sky was already bright, and Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan could clearly see the details of the tea leaves. They drank tea with Zhang Gong for so long Naturally, there has been a lot of research on tea. These Maojian tea leaves are green in color and even in shape. Most of them have one bud and one leaf or one bud and two leaves. They are indeed the same as the tea brought by Weng Lin back then.

Han Zhiyuan picked up some tea leaves, looked at them carefully, raised his head and asked, "How much tea do you have in total?"

The village head replied: "There are about two hundred tea leaves in the whole village, all of which are top-quality Mingqian Maojian."

Father Weng explained: "Originally, we wanted to buy more tea, but because some people's families were really struggling, they sold the tea to Zengji Tea Shop, so there are only so many..."

Jiang Ning put down the tea in his hands, clapped his hands, and said with a sincere smile: "The tea is very good, how much are you going to pay for it?"

The village chief and Father Weng looked at each other, and said, "In previous years, the price of new tea was eleven cents a liter, but because this year's tea is a high-quality dry tea, we want to sell it for fourteen cents a liter. how?"

Han Zhiyuan thought for a while, and replied, "We can give fifteen cents a liter, but there are two conditions."

Hearing this, the village chief's face suddenly showed joy: "Please tell me."

Han Zhiyuan quickly said: "The first condition, before we transport all the tea leaves, you can't reveal anything to Zeng Ji."

The village chief and Father Weng nodded together, and agreed straight away: "The villagers have complained about Zeng Ji for a long time, and if we give more advice, I think there will be no big problem with this one."

Han Zhiyuan said again: "The second condition, you have been picking tea and making tea for decades, and you must have your own set of tricks for storing large quantities of tea. Could you tell us?"

The village head thought for a while, then replied: "This is not a difficult task, of course it is possible."

So the price was negotiated, and both parties were very satisfied. At the invitation of the village chief, Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan decided that it would be better to hit the sun than to choose a date. Today, they will follow them to the village to see tea.

Chunxipo was about [-] to [-] miles away from Yuezhou City. Fortunately, Weng Lin and the others came here in a donkey cart. After bumping and shaking for an hour or two, they finally arrived at the village before noon.

Chunxipo is a small village with about [-] or [-] households, surrounded by mountains. The village is located in the middle, as if it was packed in a huge pocket. The mountains also look very interesting, surrounded by circles Stacked, reminding Jiang Ning of the shape of mosquito coils.

Han Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the mountain and said, "Is this the tea mountain?"

The village chief led the way, nodded and replied: "Yes, most of the tea trees on the mountain are more than ten years old, and the amount of tea produced every year is also large, and they are always well-served on weekdays. Make a living."

The tea mountains are not high, round in shape, a bit like big buns, neatly arranged, and the tea trees on the mountain are lush and lush. Looking from a distance, it is a piece of dark green, and you can also see short tea trees. During the period, there were tea farmers working hard under the sun.

Jiang Ning asked: "How many batches of tea are you picking from your tea trees a year?"

The village chief replied: "In principle, tea trees can be picked three times a year, divided into spring tea, summer tea and autumn tea. Tea trees start to produce new leaves every year in the first month of spring. If there is enough rain, they will grow quickly. Picked before and after, this tea is also of high quality. Summer tea is picked in summer, between May and June, but we generally don’t pick this kind of tea.”

Hearing this, Jiang Ning wondered, "Why?"

The village chief smiled and explained patiently: "Tea trees are different from crops and fruit trees. They need to be well maintained. If you keep picking them, the tea trees will not grow well. If you pick them too often, you will lose your vitality. After a few years, the tree should be abandoned." Well, if a tea tree is planted, it will take three years to harvest its leaves, which is not worthwhile. Besides, the quality of summer tea is not good, and it cannot be sold at a price. I don’t know about the other places. We have rules passed down from our ancestors here. , Summer tea cannot be picked, and there are exquisite tea mountains nearby, and even some tea trees, such as Yunwu tea and Tieguanyin, can only be picked once a year."

He continued: "Let's talk about autumn tea, which is picked in September. At this time, the tea leaves are very fresh and tender, with elegant and pure taste, good quality and high price, so our village only picks spring and autumn tea twice a year. I'm taking care of the tea mountain."

Jiang Ning suddenly realized: "So that's the case, I have been taught."

The village chief waved his hands and smiled: "Don't dare."

Just as they were talking, the village chief's house arrived. As soon as the three of them entered the yard, a woman hurried out of the door, met Jiang Ning and the two, smiled at them, and whispered to the village chief with embarrassment. What, Jiang Ning only heard a few sporadic words of "here it is again" and "waiting".

The village head's face turned half dark immediately, he nodded and said: "I know about this, you go and prepare lunch first, and let those people come anyway."

The woman agreed nonuo and went into the back room. The village head invited Jiang Ning and the other two into the room again, and said, "After you two have finished your lunch, I will ask the big guy to bring over the tea, and you two will take a closer look at it." look."

He hesitated for a while, and then said: "Just now Zhuojing informed that there are people coming from Zeng Ji, and they will come here in a short time. You don't need to open your mouth when the time comes, I will tell them."

After finishing speaking, he promised again and again that Jiang Ning and his identities would not be exposed. At this moment, a shout came from outside the yard: "Is Village Chief Weng back?"

The village chief's face darkened, he flung his sleeves and left the house, squinted at the people who had remembered the tea shop, and said in a deep voice, "Why is Guanshi Zeng here again?"

The leader is a fat man, wearing a brown robe, the whole person is squeezed inside, like a round meat ball, he said with a smile: "Come here and take a look."

The village chief said in a bad tone: "I remember last time I said that Chunxipo does not welcome people who have remembered the tea shop."

The steward Zeng shook his fat body, pointed to a box behind him triumphantly, and said, "See, this is not what I want to come by myself. Some of you begged us to remember to buy his tea. It’s just that I made this trip reluctantly.”

The village chief's face changed instantly, and he cursed: "You dog, you have lost your conscience! If you hadn't remembered bullying the market, how could you have forced us to such a point, selling new tea as old tea, and you have remembered the profit This coffin money is not afraid of retribution!"

Manager Zeng was naturally not a good-tempered person, so he lowered his face, pointed at the village head and sneered, "Old man, just hang on, wait until the rainy season arrives in more than a month, I think your tea is still good." How long can it last, when it will be moldy, kneel down and hold it in front of me, I won't even look at it! You just wait for that day."

As he spoke, he glared at Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan again, snorted coldly, and flung his sleeves away with a group of people.