"No problem. Two days ago, Brother Jianmin went back to the city, and I asked him to help bring the tea to my store to try to sell it, and the effect was good. The tea master in my shop was also very inspired, and studied several recipes to accompany the tea, I found two that do not require craftsmanship, and you can find someone to see if they can print it and put it in a bag containing tea leaves. When the time comes, those who buy tea can also try it themselves according to the recipe above. ”

Although this Kuding tea is good, it is too cold, and drinking a large dose for a long time can also hurt the kidneys, so the best way is to brew it with other hot ingredients. Once or twice a week is pretty much the same.

"Actually, my uncle is so good at roasting tea, why don't you get some other tea leaves to fry? ”

"Silly girl, we don't have bamboo leaves on our side, there are snow buds. However, the snow buds are to be picked around Qingming, and now there are none. When you come over before Qingming next year, I will ask my old man to teach you how to make snow bud tea. ”

"Okay!" Chen Xin was overjoyed. Although she can consult the classics and materials to learn the process of making tea, the specific roasting process can only be known by watching on the spot, and having a teacher to teach and not having a teacher are completely different things.

"What are you two talking about?" Uncle Zhang came back from the tea garden with Zhang Zhang, who was still holding two pine towers in his hands.

"Auntie, Grandpa Zhang took me to see the little squirrel, the pine tower I prepared for the little squirrel, they don't want it. Zhang Zhang was a little aggrieved, his chubby face was a little expression of wanting to cry, the corners of his mouth were pulled down, and his lips were pursed, as if he was about to cry.

"Silly son, little squirrels like to be self-reliant, if you want to help them, don't bother them to find food and store food. ”

"But I see that they are so small, and I want to help them find the big pine tower. ”

"But the pine tower you are looking for is not necessarily the best, and the big one is not necessarily good, you understand this truth. The little squirrels will also choose the food they can move in according to the size of their home, and the little squirrels are born with the ability to find pine towers, even if they are small pine towers, they can also find the fullest one. ”

"Is that so?" Zhang Zhang was a little confused and frowned.

Zhang Zhang had a lot of fun on the mountain, and on weekends, the youngest son of the third sister of the Zhang family also went up the mountain to see his grandparents. He is two years older than Zhang Zhang, and the two children can just go together.

With his eldest brother to play with, Zhang Zhang didn't want his aunt to guard him, so he had to go to the mountains with the little brother of the Zhang family to dig earthworms.

Chen Xin was still a little worried, but the third sister said that she would follow and let Chen Xin fry the tea well.

This is the last two days of the opportunity to fry tea, Uncle Zhang said that there is nothing to pick on the tea tree, and it will not be able to continue until the next year's Qingming.

Chen Xin's skills in roasting tea are almost proficient now, but the amount she stir-fries each time is very small, about two catties, and she can't let go of the tea when she raises it, for fear that she will go outside the stove.

Just as I was about to pour the tea I had picked up into the pot, I heard the voice of someone talking, not one or two.

Chen Xin stopped what she was doing and looked at the stone stairs with Aunt Zhang.

"Village Chief, why are you here?"

Aunt Zhang was a little surprised when she saw the middle-aged man who came up first.

"Aunt Zhang, this is a reporter from the TV station, I want to take a few photos of hand-fried tea, but this is not the only one in the village who still has hand-fried tea, so we came over. Eh, where is my Uncle Zhang? Hurry up and find him to come back, time is very tight here. ”

"Eh, I'm going to call him. He went to the back mountain to pick eagle tea. ”

"Aunt Zhang, you rest, I'll call it." ”

Chen Xin put down the bamboo basket, took off the mask, and didn't untie the overcoat on her body, so she planned to call Uncle Zhang back like this.

"Who is this?"

"I learned to roast tea with Uncle Zhang, my surname is Chen, the village chief, you sit for a while, and I will go and ask Uncle Zhang to come back immediately. ”

"Eh, otherwise, I'll let the others go, anyway, we're all familiar with the back mountain. You will stay and introduce the situation to the reporter first, and when the uncle comes back, you will cooperate with the fried tea?"

The village chief was pulled by the two reporters to mutter, and quickly called Chen Xin, who was going to go up the mountain.

"Me?" Chen Xin was a little surprised, "I don't know much about this, I've only been learning it for less than a month, in case it's not good to say something wrong, let's wait for Uncle Zhang to come back." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, I know about tea, let me add to you, you listen to the reporter's arrangement, okay?" The village chief thought that Chen Xin was a junior of a relative of the Zhang family, and he couldn't find a job to learn how to fry tea from Uncle Zhang, and he was not too polite to her, but the basic politeness was still there.

Chen Xin didn't want the village chief to lose face, so she could only nod in agreement, and glanced at Aunt Zhang by the way. Aunt Zhang nodded, saying that she would just do what the village chief wanted.

The two of them are old, and they also know that the village chief can't afford to be early, and it must be beneficial to be able to accompany the reporter over, and they are ordinary people, but they just show the skill of roasting tea, and they can't offend the village chief.

Starting from picking up tea, the village chief really understands, after all, their ancestors in this village rely on this craft to eat, and now although there is mechanized production, some parts still can't let the machine replace the labor.

For example, this tea can only be picked up manually. In the production workshop, the workers who pick up tea are all assembly line operations, like the traditional process of picking up tea and drying tea on Uncle Zhang's side, which cannot be seen in the workshop.

After the two reporters understood the whole process, they asked Chen Xin if they could demonstrate roasted tea to them.

"My technique is really average, you can take a look, but if you want to shoot, I recommend shooting Uncle Zhang directly. ”

Chen Xin put on a mask, lit a fire, poured tea leaves into an iron pot and began to stir-fry.

She only used a pound and a half of tea this time, because it was for performance, so the less tea leaves, the less likely it was to make mistakes.

As she did so, she briefed reporters on the effectiveness of these practices, and the village chief added on the side. But he hasn't roasted tea by hand for more than ten years, and the movements he makes are not as good as Chen Xin's.

Chen Xin didn't let them spoil the tea, quickly fried more than one pound of tea leaves, twisted them into a rope with Aunt Zhang, and then poured them into a bamboo basket.

When she was halfway through the frying, Uncle Zhang came back. Originally, the village chief meant to let Uncle Zhang take over his fried, but Uncle Zhang refused without giving face.

"This roasted tea can't be abandoned halfway. Since it was Xiaoxin who opened the pot, let her fry it later. "Uncle Zhang's temper is notoriously stubborn, and the village chief can't help it.

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