After finishing the morning class, Uncle Hua and Lin Yuan returned home, and the village chief was already waiting at the door early.

Uncle Hua saw that the village chief was carrying a bag of kraft paper-wrapped items in his hand, and his expression was a little nervous, so he smiled and quipped: "My village elder, what you are carrying in your hand early in the morning is medicinal herbs?

The village chief has dealt with Uncle Hua for more than ten years, knows Uncle Hua's temperament, and does not make fun of Uncle Hua.

Over the years, Hua Wuhen and Lin Yuan have lived in Xiaoyang Village as an outsider, and they have given great help to the villagers in those years, and they can be described as great benefactors to the whole village, and the village chief just frowned and said: "Yesterday, Lin Yuan heard the news from Chiyang City, saying that Ma Buyuan, the head of Xiaomanger Village, colluded with the eldest young master of the Qin family, re-judged the ownership of Lingyang Lake, and had bought off the new mayor. It is said that the two villages of Lingyang Lake are next to each other, and everyone has the right to develop. Seeing that tomorrow will be a sting, the corpses and stumps of all kinds of beasts in the Hengduan Mountains will be washed into Lingyang Lake, if Xiaomanger Village also comes to get a piece of the pie, the villagers of Xiaoyang Village will lose half of their income. ”

"So what are you carrying in your hand? Uncle Hua stared at the brown paper bag in the village chief's hand.

"The tea leaves that the second aunt of the village head Wang wants to come from are the tips picked before the Qingming Festival last year, and the quality is quite acceptable..."The village chief replied truthfully.

"You old boy thief, how did you know I got a nest of red-tailed turtledove eggs last night? Before the village chief finished speaking, Uncle Hua directly interrupted the village chief's words, grabbed the tea in the village chief's hand with one hand, threw it to Lin Yuan, and took out a few bird eggs the size of a coconut from his pocket, and continued, "I just haven't eaten breakfast yet, Yuanzi, go make a pot of tea eggs to eat!"

The village chief watched Lin Yuan start to make a fire, and his heart was dripping blood, he listened to Lin Yuan's opinion last night, and spent a lot of effort in the town to find out that our new town elder likes to drink Maojian.

This morning, on Aunt Wang's side, the village chief even coaxed and deceived to get such two or three taels of hair. Although it is last year's aged tea, there is still a whole month before Qingming, and it is extremely difficult to take out two taels of hair tips at this stall. And for the new mayor who has a special habit at the tip of the hair, that's the right medicine, as soon as this gift is given, maybe the matter will be settled. But now that Hua Wuhen has opened his mouth, he is embarrassed to grab it back, after all, the products of Lingyang Lake are all purchased by him, and the price is much higher than that purchased outside. Now I can only count on Lin Yuan to put less tea when he makes this pot of tea eggs.

After a violent operation, when it was time to add tea, Lin Yuan's hand shook and he actually took all the two taels of tea into it. The village chief's eyes were about to fall out, and it was too much to boil a tea egg with so many hair tips, so he hurriedly spoke: "Xiao Linzi, do you need to put so much tea in this tea egg? ”

"Isn't it just two taels of tea, isn't it the same as making tea, and you don't drink the scum? Besides, last year's old tea was made into tea eggs and used as waste!" Uncle Hua glanced at him.

"Isn't it, February's bird eggs are a rare thing, if it weren't for the new tea not on the market, I would have used your old tea from last year, and I would feel a little ruined of this nest of good eggs!"

"But you don't need so many taels or two!" the village chief said in annoyance and unable to hold back any other words.

"No, Uncle Hua has been obsessed with chewing betel nuts recently, the taste is very heavy, if there is less tea, it will be similar to eating white eggs for him?" Lin Yuan took a black yak rib, knocked them on the eggs in the pot one by one, and continued to the village chief with squinted eyes, "Such a big bird's egg may be more flavorful with last year's aged tea." There are a total of nine eggs here, and when they are cooked, we will divide them into three, and you can't take more than that, village chief. ”

The village chief was not in the mood to think about eating the eggs of the red-tailed turtledove, and said, "Last night, I finally found out that our new town chief is so hairy. The hair tips that I got from Aunt Wang's soft grinding and soaking for more than an hour are about to be given to the village elder, and they will be used by you to make tea eggs. ”

Uncle Hua originally thought that this tea was given to him by the village chief, so he didn't ask much and directly took it and asked Lin Yuan to cook the eggs, but now he heard that he was going to send it to the new town elder, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, so he immediately spoke: "Lin Yuan, quickly turn down the heat and see if the tea leaves in it are boiled?"

Lin Yuan hurriedly took out most of the firewood to control the fire, continued to boil the tea eggs in a simmering way, lifted the lid of the pot and carefully observed the situation in the pot for a while and said: "The tea leaves are in good condition, and there is no phenomenon of broken leaves and paste. ”

The village chief didn't pay any attention to the dialogue between the uncle and nephew, but kept thinking about who could get some good hairtips. You have to give a gift to the mayor today, or things will be difficult in the village of Little Pony.

Uncle Hua continued to speak: "That's good, continue to keep it simmering slowly, and try to maintain the quality of the tea residues." ”

After simmering for about ten minutes, the pot boiled for a while, Lin Yuan filtered out the tea residue with a sieve, put the red-tailed turtledove eggs into the soup just now and continued to collect the juice with a simmer, and after handing the tea residue to Uncle Hua, he carefully observed the situation in the pot.

Uncle Hua took a leaf of tea leaves, twisted them gently, and saw that the leaves had become crumbs in his hands, and the texture and leaf stems remained relatively firm, so he said to the village chief who was worried again: "My village elder, don't worry, this tea can still be saved." As long as I work hard and dry the moisture in the tea leaves quickly, the quality of these tea leaves will not change greatly, and as for the taste, it will be much milder than the taste of the second bubble. Even if you are an old ghost who has tasted tea for many years, you will only think that this tea is a fine product made by a special process. Because this tea has been processed by me, even if you are a tea saint, you can't taste the earthy smell in it, and the most important thing is that the tea leaves still have a faint egg fragrance after soaking in water. ”

Saying that, Uncle Hua winked at the village chief and told him not to worry!

Seeing this, the village chief didn't know how to reply, but waited quietly for Uncle Hua to deal with these tea residues, hoping that it could really be the same as what Uncle Hua said, and the appearance and taste could be retained.

The tea leaves floated out of thin air, drawing a ring and levitating in front of Uncle Hua. Uncle Hua's hands were opposite to each other, controlling the tea leaves in front of him to rotate at an accelerated pace. After about three minutes, the moisture remaining on the surface of the tea leaves was spun dry as the rotation speed accelerated, and Uncle Hua gradually slowed down the rotation speed until it was still suspended in front of him. If you want to drain the remaining water in the tea leaves with high-speed rotation at this time, it is impossible to continue to accelerate, which will only destroy the already fragile stems and leaves of the tea leaves, and it is very likely to become a crumbling residue, resulting in the failure of the whole process!

Uncle Hua stretched out his hand to grab one of the tea leaves in front of him, pinched it gently, smiled slightly and continued to work, only to see that the tea leaves that were originally ring-shaped became spherical, and continued to rotate, and a visible vitality appeared from both hands, and slowly wrapped the tea leaves. As Uncle Hua continued to deepen his exercises, water vapor continued to emerge from the top of the spherical tea dumplings, and the tea leaves gradually returned to their original color.

Lin Yuan glanced at the village chief, who was holding his breath and clutching his fists nervously, his nails were embedded in his palms without feeling pain.

For Uncle Hua's set of exercises, Lin Yuan is still relatively familiar. When he was young, it may have been more economical or for other reasons, Uncle Hua only bought a pair of underwear for Lin Yuan, and every time he needed to change and wash, Lin Yuan washed the underwear bare-chested, and then asked Uncle Hua Yungong to help dry the underwear. This method has been maintained since Lin Yuan was sensible until he was a teenager, and Lin Yuan always thought that everyone could only have one pair of underwear. Until one day, Lin Yuan went to Yang Danian's house to play, saw Yang Danian's underwear drying on the hanger, and laughed at Yang Danian for not wearing underwear, Yang Danian took off his outer pants to know that in fact, everyone can buy multiple pairs of underwear.

Uncle Hua handled these teas, Lin Yuan naturally felt that he was able to catch them, and he would not make any mistakes, so he said to the village chief who looked nervous: "Village chief, please rest assured, Uncle Hua has extremely rich experience in running this set of exercises, and it is absolutely impossible to make any mistakes." ”

The village chief's expression was still nervous, after all, these tea leaves had been boiled and hurt fundamentally. As long as Uncle Hua is not careful, he will become a ball of powder.

Lin Yuan saw that the village chief didn't say anything, his hands were clenched, and he opened his mouth to comfort: "When I was young, I used this method to dry my underwear, and he ran this set of exercises not a thousand times but eight hundred times, so don't be nervous." ”

Listening to Lin Yuan's narration, the village chief's expression changed from nervous to relaxed, and then the nerves in his face shook a few times unconsciously, and he said: "Your Uncle Hua roasted tea leaves by baking your underwear, will this tea taste like..."

"Anyway, it's not what you drink, what do you care so much for. Lin Yuan listened to the village chief's words getting lower and lower, and directly interrupted.

The village chief nodded thoughtfully, and continued to carefully observe Uncle Hua's operation and roast the tea leaves.