Seeing that the two didn't follow, Liu Qingshan turned around and smiled: "Come in, it's so cold outside, come in and bake the fire." ”

The two still didn't dare to step forward. The man said, "Well, otherwise, I won't eat breakfast, and after looking at the cinnabar root, I left." ”

"What are you doing in such a hurry?" Liu Qingshan said with a smile, "Are you still afraid that I will eat you?" ”

Cannibalism?

The two of them chuckled in their hearts, and the cold sweat broke out even more.

Although the fat driver has been traveling from south to north for many years, it is the first time he has encountered this situation, and he is naturally afraid.

He looked at the old house in front of him, exuding an ancient atmosphere in the hazy morning light, and his legs couldn't help but weaken.

If he had known he was going to come to such a place, he wouldn't have come.

The man pushed him: "Can you get in?"

The fat driver shook his head: "If you want to enter, I won't enter." ”

Liu Qingshan looked at it for a while, and he understood it, it turned out that these two people saw that his family was the only one living in such an old village in the mountains, and they lived in such an old house, and now that the morning light was hazy at this time, he was a little scared in his heart.

He laughed heartily twice and said, "Haha, then you wait here, I'll go first to drink a bowl of oil tea, my mother is boiling tea." ”

After that, Liu Qingshan didn't wait for the two of them to reply, and went into the house with a bun.

As soon as the cold wind blew outside, as soon as the person entered the kitchen, he immediately warmed up.

The red flame jumped in the stove, constantly licking and kissing the bottom of the aluminum pot for boiling water and the bottom of the iron pot for boiling oil tea.

My mother was sitting on a small bench by the stove, holding the wooden handle of the iron pot in her left hand, and holding a figure-7 tea hammer in her right hand and gently tapping the tea leaves in the iron pot.

White smoke billows and the smell is fragrant.

Seeing that the smoke was getting stronger, she reached out and scooped out a spoonful of hot water from the aluminum pot and poured it into the iron pot.

The moment the water entered the iron pot, there was a stinging sound, as if cold water was poured on the red-hot charcoal, and a puff of white smoke suddenly rolled up, and then it tended to be quiet.

The rich aroma of tea also spread everywhere with the sound of stabbing, into the patio, into the corridor, and from the gate to the courtyard.

When the two of them were still struggling in the courtyard about whether to go in, they suddenly smelled a strong aroma of tea.

The fat driver took a hard breath, suddenly forgot about his timidity, and sighed sincerely: "Wow, it's so fragrant." ”

"Well, it's really fragrant, it's the taste of oil tea. The man also took a hard sip and turned his head to look at the fat driver, "Do you want to go in and have a look?"

The fat driver took a deep breath and said, "Let's go, what are you afraid of, let's get two bowls of oil tea first." ”

The two of them really walked in, and this time without a little hesitation, they went straight to the rich fragrance of tea.

Walking into the old house, the first thing that catches your eye is a somewhat dirty patio and a very old large clay jar. The clay jar was filled with water, and a hose was tied to a wooden frame next to the tank, and the water was still flowing into the tank.

The two ignored the sound and followed the sound to the side door on the left side of the hallway, only to see a different scene.

Unlike the dirty, wet patio, the kitchen on the left side is spacious, bright and heated, not at all like the kitchen of an old house.

The two were stunned.

"Come and drink oil tea. Liu Qingshan spoke to the two of them, moved two clean bowls, and found two small benches.

Looking at the warm stove, the kind woman, and the enthusiastic Liu Qingshan, both of them lost their previous fears, and walked into the kitchen and sat down.

Liu Yuanhe came in from the side door with green onions and coriander, and said with a smile at the two: "You guys are really early, we just got up for a while." ”

The fat driver smiled: "No way, it's the end of the year now, it's very busy, if you don't get early, you won't be able to sleep at night." ”

Wu Cuimei poured oil tea into the bowl, and said with a smile: "Come, move your bowl a little." ”

The two hurriedly complied.

The tea is hot, and with ingredients such as green onions, coriander, peanuts, fried rice, etc., it tastes unique.

"Although we also have oil tea in the city, the taste is too bad, Auntie, your oil tea is so delicious. The young man exclaimed.

Wu Cuimei's face was full of joy when she heard this: "If it's delicious, eat a few more bowls, and then go to work after eating." ”

The two were really obedient, and drank five or six bowls of oil tea with a face.

Wu Cuimei was very happy when she saw it. You know, it's not easy to meet such a face-saving diner, and seeing that the two of them drank vigorously, she was also respectful when she made tea.

After a few bowls of oil tea, my body became warmer and warmer, and I was even about to sweat.

The fat driver looked at the sky outside the window and saw that the sky was already very bright, so he said, "Let's go see the cinnabar root first, the boss is still waiting for us to go back." ”

"Oh, yes. The man then remembered that he was here to work today, so he could only reluctantly put down the porcelain bowl, and then under the leadership of Liu Qingshan, he walked from the courtyard to a piece of mountain land in the north.

The mountainous area is naturally not too large compared to their nursery, but it is not bad for a farmer to have such a nursery.

Moreover, the nursery has also built a shade net, which looks a bit professional.

Under the shade net, all the cinnabar roots are planted.

There are red-backed and green-backed ones. Big and small, all of them.

Looking at these energetic cinnabar roots, the man was very satisfied: "Okay, Boss Liu, I want all of your big cinnabar roots." ”

When Liu Qingshan heard this, he was pleasantly surprised, but as if he had expected it, he didn't show too much excitement.

There are about 200 pots of cinnabar roots in the field.

The man said: "Boss, do you think this will work, we just counted more than 200 pots of cinnabar roots, let's not set the price one by one, let's get an average home, 100 yuan a pot, what do you think? Because some of your cinnabar roots are relatively small, they are worth dozens of yuan." ”

A hundred yuan a pot, even if there are 300 pots, it is only 30,000 yuan.

And the more than 50 pots of cinnabar roots sold yesterday were sold for more than 10,000.

Liu Qingshan shook his head without thinking about it and said: "No, although some cinnabar roots are a little smaller, they can be sold for fifty or sixty yuan a pot anyway, besides, I still have some cinnabar roots here that are very large, like those red-backed cinnabar roots over there, relatively large, five hundred yuan a pot is not a problem, and even smaller ones can be sold for two or three hundred, your average price of one hundred yuan a pot is too tricky, I won't do it." ”

"Boss, you see that it is not easy for us to come all the way, we are also part-time workers, if the price is too expensive, we will be beaten back. ”

"yes. The fat driver chimed in, "You can be cheaper, and the average price of a hundred yuan can also be used." ”

Liu Qingshan was silent and said: "I also know that it is not easy for everyone to eat mixed rice, it is not easy for you, in fact, it is not easy for me." Well, you guys wait a minute. ”

Wait a minute?

The fat driver and the man felt that there was a play, and they looked at each other and were happy.

Liu Qingshan found a flat pole and two hemp ropes.

Seeing this, the two were puzzled. The man asked, "Boss Liu, what are you looking for these things?"

Liu Qingshan said with a smile: "You'll know later." ”

Liu Qingshan tied two pots of cinnabar roots together with hemp rope, and tied a total of four pots and hung them on both ends of the flat pole.

This pot of cinnabar roots even the plants with soil, and the tide is water, how can there be forty catties, four pots of cinnabar roots, there are one hundred and fifty or sixty catties.

Liu Qingshan held the flat shoulder and motioned for the man to come over.