At noon that day, the sunlight outside the window shone into the room, and at this time, Nong Kaijia opened his eyes slightly, and the strong light stimulated him, and he suddenly woke up, and there was a long-lost brightness in his heart.

Nong Kaijia has been bedridden for several days, and although the pain is unbearable, his mind is still on the farmer's tea business, which makes him feel at ease. He thought of his grandfather Nong Yijie, who opened a tea shop in his early years, and his heart was warm.

Nong Yijie began to be an apprentice at the age of eight, and learned to make tea with a shopkeeper surnamed Pan.

Under the influence of his family, this shopkeeper Pan has loved to drink tea since he was a child, and his addiction to tea is getting bigger and bigger. Those young leaves couldn't satisfy his tea addiction at all. He simply chopped down the old tea, steamed it in a large pot, removed the stems, and slowly kneaded the tea leaves, dried them, and pressed them into tea cakes. The taste of this old tea is so strong that almost no one cares about it, so he keeps it for himself.

One day, a Mongolian man came to the teahouse with a long scar on his face and a Mongolian scimitar pinned to his waist. Shopkeeper Pan "chuckled" in his heart, but he was afraid that if the person who came was not good, there must be nothing good.

When the Mongolian saw that the shopkeeper Pan looked surprised, he was still standing there stupidly in a daze, so he took off the scimitar from his waist and put it heavily on the table: "Shopkeeper, bring your superb tea." ”

Shopkeeper Pan waved his hand to the young man: "Go and take out the yellow buds of Yunwu Mountain." ”

After a while, the young man took out a sand pot and made a cup of tea for the Mongols. I saw that each piece of bud tea was inverted in the water, and the tea was quiet and quiet, emitting a faint fragrance. The Mongolian didn't say a word, picked up the red sand cup and drank it all, and shouted: "Is there any good tea?" ”

The shopkeeper Pan is weak-hearted, and the yellow buds are the best tea, but the Mongolians are not satisfied, so they can only retreat: "Take out the tip of the cloud mountain." ”

The young man handed over a cup of Maojian tea, the soup was light green, and each tea leaf was a bud and a heart, lying quietly in the red sand cup.

The Mongol drank it all and said in disappointment: "Is there any better tea?" ”

At this time, cold sweat broke out on the face of the shopkeeper Pan, and he asked the young man to take turns to bring out more than a dozen high-quality teas, but the Mongolians were still not satisfied: "It is said that your Pan family's tea is famous, it seems that it is nothing more than that, and it has caused me to run so far, and you have to compensate me for my losses." ”

The shopkeeper Pan thought to himself, this Mongolian is purely a bone in the egg, obviously it is all high-quality tea, but again and again, he said that this is not good, that he doesn't like it, get it, break the fortune and eliminate the disaster.

At this time, he directly asked the butler to bring out fifty taels of silver and sent the person away.

As if humiliated, the Mongol got up and knocked the silver to the ground, took out a few gold bars, and said, "You see, I am not short of these money." ”

Shopkeeper Pan panicked for a while, since the Mongols don't love money, why did he come? Unknown.

The Mongolian grabbed the scimitar, said nothing, and stared at the shopkeeper Pan with anger on his face, which made the shopkeeper Pan even more panicked.

In order to stabilize his mood, the shopkeeper Pan picked up the teacup and took a sip gently.

The Mongolian immediately got up, walked to the shopkeeper Pan, saw the green tea soup, grabbed the teacup without saying anything, drank it all, and shouted happily: "Good tea, good tea." You give me an order of sixty quintals, and I'll pull tea in a month. ”

Hearing this, the shopkeeper Pan was there, motionless.

The Mongols dropped a few ingots of gold: "You can set the price, but you must not mislead me." With that, the Mongols jumped on their horses and left.

Shopkeeper Pan touched the warm gold, and it always felt like a nightmare.

Shopkeeper Pan immediately arranged for the guys to buy old tea.

At this time, it is autumn, and many tea farmers have to prune tea trees. In the past, the tea branches that were cut were used as firewood, but now some people buy them, and they are naturally very happy. The old tea was quickly collected.

The shopkeeper Pan set up a few large pots of steamed tea in the courtyard, and when the tea leaves were steamed, he found that it was not good, and the tea leaves in front of him were piled together and had turned black. If you go to collect tea again, you will definitely not be able to catch up with the trip, and you will also make a mistake. What is especially troublesome is that if these tea leaves are kneaded again, I don't know how many guys will be invited.

In order to catch up with the construction period and save time, the shopkeeper Pan did not do two endlessly, simply did not knead the tea, directly exposed to the sun, and then dried it in batches with charcoal fire, without delay. The people in the whole workshop worked overtime day and night for nearly a month to make this batch of tea. Shopkeeper Pan was relieved.

The Mongolian arrived as promised, and he was very happy when he saw sixty loads of tea neatly arranged in the courtyard. Thumbs up to Shopkeeper Pan: "Make me a good cup of tea." ”

The shopkeeper Pan immediately took out his old tea and made tea for the Mongolians.

The Mongol was in a hurry to drink the teacup, but pointed to one of the teas and said, "I want to taste it." ”

Shopkeeper Pan secretly screamed badly, he wanted to get by, but he didn't expect him to be so shrewd, so he had to make tea hard.

When the two cups of tea were compared, the faces of the Mongolians changed greatly. I saw that the old tea soup of the shopkeeper Pan was still green, but the tea made this time was red.

The Mongol drew his scimitar: "What did you add to it?" Is it poison? ”

Shopkeeper Pan shook his head, picked up the teacup, and drank it all: "It's not poisonous, it's not poisonous, you see I've drunk it all." ”

The Mongolians were skeptical, and the shopkeeper Pan added boiling water to the teacup, and the Mongolians picked up the teacup, drank it in one go, and said excitedly: "This is good tea, and our soldiers want such good tea." ”

The shopkeeper Pan was speechless for a while, and the Mongolian asked, "How much silver?" ”

Shopkeeper Pan hesitantly stretched out three fingers.

When the Mongols saw it, they dropped three thousand taels of silver and walked away with sixty loads of tea.

Shopkeeper Pan was stunned and surprised, he wanted to say three hundred taels, but he didn't expect to make so much money at once, which was too unexpected.

Later, Mongolians often came to buy tea. The shopkeeper Pan learned that he was a Mongolian tea envoy in the interior, specializing in purchasing tea for Mongolia. This is all because after Zhaojun brought Chu tea to Mongolia, he ate the soil to be strong and rarely sick. The Great Khan of Mongolia asked him to come to Chudi to buy tea, and he found the shopkeeper Pan.

The shopkeeper heard that the Mongolian plateau is cold, and the staple food is beef and mutton, and there is a lack of vegetables, so some people put raw tea directly in their mouths and chew it. Therefore, the stronger the taste, the better the tea. Shopkeeper Pan didn't expect that one of his hobbies would bring him great wealth.

After some people learned this secret, they followed suit and made old tea in large quantities. Among them is Nong Yijie.

Nong Yijie learned the good craft of making tea from the shopkeeper Pan. Soon, another door was set up and a tea factory was opened.

At first, although the tea workshop was relatively simple, the quality of the farmer's tea was good, and soon, the number of people who came to buy it gradually increased, and it became famous in this ten miles and eight towns.

Don't look at the small tea factory, at that time, it supported Nong Yijie's family and had a slight surplus. This laid the foundation for the farmer to make tea.

Subsequently, Nong Yijie's unique tea-making skills were passed down in the farmer's family.