"It's all picked in the mountains, it's not worth any money, what to buy or not, if the third master likes it, I'll give you some to try." Fang Kui said nonchalantly.

"If you want Sansheng Restaurant, it's not a little bit." Mu Jincheng put down the mushrooms, picked up a piece of fungus and looked at it and said, "Look, it's not bad, I'll buy less and give it back to others, if the shopkeeper Luo also thinks it's good, then you can directly deliver to Sansheng, everything, a year to say less, it will cost more than 100 catties, and the price will be more cost-effective than selling in the market." ”

When Fang Kui heard this, he immediately became overjoyed: "That's great, if you really want so much, the people in our village also have a head to do things, this year's tea market is sluggish, if you make up for it a little, life will be better." ”

Mu Jincheng said with a smile: "Don't be too happy, the purchase of Sunshine Restaurant is personally inquired by the shopkeeper Luo, even if my father can't interfere, I just see things and help you find an opportunity." ”

Fang Kui waved his hand and said: "This is already amazing, the people who come to collect mountain goods outside like skins and good medicinal materials the most, these mushrooms are almost unwanted, if you go to Cuiping Town, most of them can't be sold at a high price, and Nancang County is far away, and you can't toss back and forth, so the people in the village are not willing to go up the mountain to pick mushrooms for money, that is, when the children play, pick some back, except for leaving them to eat, take them out and sell very little." ”

Hearing this, Mu Jincheng immediately said: "Then you will help me collect ten catties of each in a while." ”

Fang Kui nodded: "No problem, there is still this point in the village." ”

As the two were talking, Fang Kui's mother Jiang Shi rubbed her hands and stood not far away, and said a little shyly: "Kui'er, the food is ready." ”

"Please, Third Master, Master Su, it's commonplace, please don't dislike it." Fang Kui is polite.

"If you say anything, we're embarrassed that we didn't prepare a gift." Su Duchun said with a smile.

Because he drank too much wine yesterday, Mu Jincheng didn't have much appetite, so he only picked vegetarian dishes and barely ate some of them.

After lunch, Su Duchun, who didn't sleep well, had a headache, and was accompanied by Yanmo to go back to make up for sleep, Baoying followed Fang Kui to each house to collect mountain goods, Mu Jincheng was bored, wandered along the water's edge, and soon left the village and walked to the mulberry garden vegetable field.

Mu Jincheng was born with a good skin, and was born rich and noble, walking in the Qianmo, upright, handsome and detached, especially eye-catching, the villagers working in the fields, all stopped their work, and looked at him with a hoe and a smile.

He is not timid at all, but happy to talk to people, standing on the ridge of the field and asking questions, the villagers do not dislike him for not distinguishing between grains and grains, wheat and leeks do not distinguish, talking to him carefully, even his voice has become gentle, sure enough, beauty is an unimpeded pass at all times.

After chatting for a while, Mu Jincheng asked, "Where is Gu Qingzhu's tea garden?" ”

"There, if you build a tent, you can go up the stream in front of you." A woman rushed to say.

Mu Jincheng narrowed his phoenix eyes, smiled at her and saluted, turned around and lifted his robe.

Before he got closer, he smelled the smell of burnt tea leaves wafting from the shed, as well as Gu Qingzhu's heavy sigh.

"What do you do?" Mu Jincheng stepped into the shed and asked.

In the eyes, in the simple shack, there was a pot, Gu Qingzhu was bending down to clean up the burnt tea leaves in the pot, as if he didn't hear his question, let alone didn't want to speak.

Still at a loss today, Gu Qingzhu has lost count of how many times she has failed, almost making her suspect that the new tea-making method is that she can't do it at all.

"Are you stir-frying tea?" Mu Jincheng was surprised.

Gu Qingzhu usually didn't have a good face for him, so he didn't care if she ignored him.

In his previous life, he lived with his parents on the tea mountain when he was a child, he grew up running around in the tea ridge, when he was young, the family was poor, his parents picked tea in the morning, fried in the afternoon, and picked out to sell it when the farm was slack, and when he went to school, the tea mountain began to hire people to pick tea and fry tea, his father went down the mountain into the city, specializing in selling tea, and did not go home for ten days and a half months, and then, the artificial roasted tea was replaced by the machine roasted tea, and his father except for the New Year came back to accompany his own old mother, and he couldn't even see a figure on weekdays.

Mu Jincheng didn't want to recall these heart-piercing things on weekdays, but today he suddenly saw Gu Qingzhu's pot, which was obviously the prototype of the roasted tea technique, and the old past came back one after another.

"You know this?" Gu Qingzhu looked up at him, obviously even more surprised.

Roasted tea is the name of the new tea-making technique in the south, and not many people know it, and even fewer people know it.

"Not only do I know, I know how to do it." Mu Jincheng sat on the small pestle with a big grin.

Gu Qingzhu naturally didn't believe him, she was anxious and bored, she was lazy to take care of him, and poured the burnt tea into a pit outside the shack to make fertilizer.

"Roasted tea is divided into several processes: finishing, rolling, and baking." Mu Jincheng slowly burst out a sentence.

Hearing this, Gu Qingzhu was stunned with a broom, which was clearly what he had said to her.

Mu Jincheng saw her standing stupidly, and as expected, he was stunned by his words, so he smiled and said, "This pot for roasting tea is not placed like this." ”

"How do I put it?" Gu Qingzhu asked suspiciously.

Mu Jincheng gestured with his hand: "The pot is tilted at a certain angle, and it is best to raise the stove a little higher, so that you will not be tired when frying tea." ”

"So?" Gu Qingzhu held the mentality of trying it out, and turned the pot around and asked.

"Well, a little bit more!" Mu Jincheng said matter-of-factly.

Gu Qingzhu set the position as he said, but because the stove was not suitable, it slipped down after a while.

"Since you know how to roast tea, why don't you talk about how to do the three processes." Gu Qingzhu poured him a cup of tea, looking ashamed to ask.

"Ahem, it is the technique of using fire to wither the tea leaves in the pot, inhibit fermentation, make the water of the tea evaporate quickly, lock the tea fragrance, and completely retain the essence of the tea juice." Mu Jincheng curled the corners of his mouth, and at this moment he could be regarded as raising his eyebrows.

In his previous life, he accompanied Gu Huang, a tea major, to a semester class, and he still listened to a few words about tea making.

Gu Qingzhu frowned and said, "Speak human words!" ”

"The fire of killing, can not be big, the big tea is easy to burn, small, can not quickly make the tea soft, keep the green color, spring tea to kill, autumn tea to kill, this kill is to let the tea lose moisture, and then each tea should not be more, tossing to be diligent and thorough." Mu Jincheng struggled to recall how his parents roasted tea in a humble teahouse when he was a child.

At that time, they were so poor that they only had tea plantations, but they did not feel bitter, and they moved forward hand in hand, coping side by side, only hoping to exchange hard work for a good life, however, later the days were better, but they could never return to the beginning.

Gu Qingzhu wrote down his words word for word on the mulberry paper that Ran gave him, and then looked up at him, his eyes full of anticipation, waiting for him to continue.

Mu Jincheng searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and taught Gu Qingzhu what he heard in the classroom in his previous life: "As for rolling, it is to knead the softened tea leaves into strips, which not only saves storage space, but also removes the green and astringent taste. ”

Gu Qingzhu buried his head in the memory quickly, and repeated it again in his mouth, for fear of making a mistake.

Mu Jincheng couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he saw her like this, although what he said was what he had seen and learned, both the actual operation of his parents and the theory of learning, but no matter how fanciful he said, he had not been practiced.

"I'll pick some tea right away and try it." Gu Qingzhu put away the paper and took the small bamboo basket out of the house.

As soon as she took a step, she saw Gu Qingshan coming in a hurry: "The craftsmen invited by Brother Mancang have arrived, and they plan to demolish the house tomorrow and let them move everything today." ”

"I've moved it, but where can I put it?" Gu Qingzhu said helplessly.

Gu Qingshan chuckled: "This, don't worry about it, my father said, first put it in my family's newly built house last year." ”

Gu Qingzhu groaned: "This is not good, your house is still brand new, and you haven't lived in it yet." ”

Gu Qingshan waved his hand and said: "What is this, we are not taboo, the house is empty and empty, if it is not used again, it will really become a waste of money." ”

"That's the case, Brother Qingshan, you go and accompany the craftsman to see how the house is built, how many can be built, I'll clean it up, and I'll come right away." Gu Qingzhu thought for a while.

"Okay, I'll go first." Gu Qingshan left in a hurry.

Gu Qingzhu put the small bamboo basket back into the shack, covered the doors on both sides, and Mu Jincheng also followed, he had never seen a house built in the countryside, and he was very curious.

In the courtyard of Liang Mancang, there were two middle-aged people standing, these two people were introduced by Gu Shifu, and they were pointing at the courtyard while talking to Gu Shigen and Gu Qingshan.

Gu Qingzhu went home and got the key, opened the door, and the middle-aged man went into the house to look at the beams, obviously estimating whether there was enough wood in the courtyard.

They asked carefully how the other required materials were prepared, Gu Shigen answered them one by one, and took them to see them, the two nodded with satisfaction, and left.

Everything is in order, just wait for tomorrow to start.

Liang Mancang didn't have many things at home, except for beds and bedding, that is, tables, chairs, benches, and an old-fashioned cabinet, as well as an old rattan box.

Other pots and pans, hoes, sickles and other fine things were gathered together by Gu Qingzhu and placed in a centralized manner.

Mu Jincheng and Su Duchun were invited by Gu Qingshan to have dinner at home in the evening, because Gu Shifu was injured, they had to invite Gu Shigen to accompany them, which expressed the importance and respect of the Gu family people for the visitors, Fang Kui was familiar with them, and was also invited to accompany them.

Gu Qingzhu knew that his family was having a hard time, so he gave the pheasant he caught in the morning to the Sun family to cook, and burned half a pot.

Early the next morning, Mu Jincheng, who was sleeping in Gu Qingshan's new house, was woken up by the voices of people who were noisier than the sound of birds, he turned over and got up, hurriedly washed, grabbed two cakes and came out to see the excitement.

Almost all the male laborers of the village came to help, as if they were rotten and decaying, and in just one hour, all the old houses of Liang Mancang's family were demolished, except for a few beams and woods, other mud bricks and stone walls were useless.

When it was auspicious, the villagers were lively and let go of firecrackers, and because Liang Mancang was not at home, Gu Qingshan dug a shovel of soil on his behalf.

The new house has officially started!