Song Sancheng responded quickly: "Here he is, waiting!"
He quickly picked up the pole and went down the mountain.
Standing at the door was Zhou Maozhu from the same village. He was entrusted with frying the tea at home this time.
The frying of tea leaves also depends on the heat. Some are too strong, some are too raw, and the finished product is always not satisfactory. Only Zhou Maozhu worked in those big tea factories for a long time when he was young, and now his skills are the most reliable.
It was originally agreed that they would be brought there every night, and he would process them at night.
Unexpectedly, the tea leaves were so luxuriant this time that five people picked quite a lot of tea. Zhou Maozhu didn’t have a tea frying machine at home, so he might have to stay up all night.
But in the village, he has the best craftsmanship, and he still has a tea-making stove at home.
Other places are, firstly, far away, and secondly, people now use tea frying machines to collectively fry the tea, and it is difficult to process the tea sent there individually.
When he saw Song Sancheng, he couldn't help but smile on his similarly weathered face:
"Thirty percent, your family is really getting a favor from the landlord this year. Come and take a look at this tea!"
He opened the transparent plastic bag he was carrying, and a tangy fragrance suddenly filled the air!
"Yesterday, a total of 25 kilograms and 22 taels of hair tips were delivered. If you said there was no need to sift, then I didn't sift. I think the ones I picked were quite pure and didn't contain many leaves."
Their most popular local tea is Maojian, which has only one bud, Jianjian. The second one is with one leaf, and after that, the more leaves, the less valuable they are.
Farmers who specialize in making 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 took out a handful of dry dark green tea with a layer of white velvet and showed it to him:
"Three and a half kilograms to one kilogram. After frying, the total is a little more than seven kilograms. But didn't you say you want to take it out? I deliberately dried it to make it drier so that it can be preserved."
"But in this case, five kilograms of dried tea was produced this time. You can just pick the leaves later when you are free."
They had all done the work before. As soon as Zhou Maozhu mentioned the numbers, Song Sancheng knew whether they were correct or not.
He smelled the refreshing fragrance of tea, and now he felt that his throat was parched. So he nodded and quickly pulled the person into the house:
"Come on, let's make two cups first to see the color of this soup!"
High-quality hair tips should never be soaked in boiling water. It happened that the water in the thermos bottle at home was boiled early in the morning. It was an old thermos bottle with average heat retention. I guess the temperature was just right at this moment.
Song Sancheng dug out two glasses, took two handfuls of tea leaves into them at a time, washed the tea briefly, and began to taste it impatiently.
——There is nothing professional or unprofessional, it all depends on experience.
As the crystal water brewed, the dark green dry tea instantly rolled in the water, and then slowly expanded, showing a delicate emerald color.
A faint fragrance slowly filled the room, and Song Sancheng couldn't help but take a deep breath. This time, he really felt that the land lord opened his eyes and showed up to them in the fields!
Have you ever smelled such fragrant tea in your life?
Zhou Maozhu looked at the upright hair tips in the cup, with pride and joy in his eyes at this moment:
"Thirty percent, your tea is really amazing this year!"
"I just put it out of the pot yesterday, and the aroma was immediately stimulated! When I finished it, I felt refreshed all over and felt more and more comfortable."
"In the end, it became more and more fragrant as it was fried, and the whole yard smelled refreshing. It was just a bit refreshing, and I hadn't had a chance to taste it yet. Maybe it smelled too much. After staying up all night, I felt so refreshed now. Not sleepy yet.”
The finalization Zhou Maozhu is talking about is not the finalization of the movie, but the final step in their local frying of tea leaves. It is mainly used to stimulate the aroma of tea, evaporate water, and make the tea leaves soft and easy to roll.
Generally, tea leaves will have a wet tea aroma during this process, which is quite unique.
But just smelling the aroma of tea during the frying process is so refreshing, and even Zhou Maozhu, a person who has worked in a large tea factory, said this...
Song Sancheng couldn't help but feel happy when he smelled the fragrant fragrance that filled the room again.
At this time, Zhou Maozhu asked sheepishly: "Sancheng, how do you plan to sell this tea? When the tea is finished roasting, can you get me a pound?"
How to sell?
Song Shancheng doesn’t know either!
He just knew that his daughter was capable, and the wild vegetables in the field could be weighed into twenty-one catties. This tea... didn'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 only took a few hours to fry tea. The wage negotiated with Zhou Maozhu was one hundred and twenty a day. With his craft, if you go out to work, it will be more tiring, but you can earn at least three to four hundred yuan a day!
No matter how expensive this tea is, usually the pig butcher has to bring something back, so just give it!
Song Sancheng agreed:
"Old Zhou, I think our tea mountain will produce a lot this year. I guess you will have to stay up late every night during this period. It will definitely work if you give me some tea leaves."
"But we can't say for sure about the weather and production. Anyway, if it's going to be pretty much the same as today, then I'll make the decision——"
"Let's do this, I'll give you a pound of tea tomorrow!"
"Two pounds of tea before the rain."
"If there is more to come, how about a total of five kilograms of summer tea and autumn tea?"
Most Maojian teas are the most expensive during the period before Qingming, followed by Guyu, and then fall to another big level when it comes to summer tea.
Of course, there is summer tea in summer, and white dew tea in autumn. Each has its own taste. It all depends on whether these teas this year are worth the long investment.
Song Sancheng's gift was indeed generous.
It's all because of Zhou Maozhu's attentiveness and honesty. Instead, he secretly scraped together one tael a day while frying tea leaves, which would make a lot in a month.
Song Sancheng smiled sheepishly: "As you know, my family, Tan Tan, is in charge of this now. We, as parents, are here to help her."
The implication is that no matter how much you give, he can't give it, and he can't make the decision anymore.
Zhou Maozhu was satisfied, even overjoyed.
"Okay, okay! Ok, okay! I know that the tea you sell must be expensive! Don't worry, I will fry the tea leaves for you well, and there will be no waste at all."
"Oh," he had already begun to rub his hands and sighed: "You said there are so many good tea leaves, but I have to save the Qianyu tea to drink slowly."
"If Xia Cha is of this quality, I can give it to my son as a gift. It will be better than the ones that cost thousands outside."
Song Sancheng laughed: "You give your son a gift and you choose summer tea? Why don't you choose rain tea?"
However, Zhou Maozhu shook his head:
"You don't understand. I've never tasted such good tea in my life. Why are you giving me such an exaggerated gift?"
The most important thing is that you get five pounds of summer tea, one pound at a time. In case someone wants more after drinking it, it’s convenient to strike while the iron is hot!
"We are just a family, so we can do what we can. Summer tea is fine."
