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Chapter 12 Roasted Tea

Early the next morning, the eldest grandson was woken up by the sound of chickens, and looked at the bright sky, but the farmers were ready to work in the fields early.

The eldest grandson, who couldn't sleep, put away the blanket, took a breath, and prepared to start the daily long-distance run, which is one of the few trainings that can be carried out in this era.

In the past few days, the wheat has basically been harvested, and the main farm work of the farmers here is to plant seedlings.

At this time, a farmer had already gone down to the field, from the raised seedling field to be planted to be planted first, the eldest grandson planned to experience this feeling, and the farmer said hello to the squatting on the field, bowed down to pull the seedlings, but pulled three in a row but all broken, which made the eyes of the farmer standing barefoot in the field next to him full of anger.

The eldest grandson also left the seedling field as if he had fled.

Back at the campsite, everyone had already gotten up, and someone had already gone to inquire about the mudslide hell ahead.

The sun had just leaked out of the top of the mountain, and the dew was shining brightly.

The eldest grandson still remembered yesterday's agreement, and took Wu Jiangdong and Zhang Zhong to visit yesterday's farmer's house.

The farmer and his wife had been looking forward to it for a long time, and when they saw the three of them, their hearts finally fell.

Welcoming the two into the house, the old farmer smiled a little innocently, and before he knew how, he was silent. The eldest grandson looked at everything in the house, the blackened house has long been unable to see the original yellow of the soil, and there is always a fire in the fire pit, which is what every family must do, maybe we are used to seeing fire folds and other ignition materials, but even the fire folds made of paper are not something that ordinary farmers can afford, so the farmers use their own methods to preserve the fire.

The old farmer lit the fire with pine needles and raised the fire on the stove.

By this time, the woman had already brought over the tea leaves she had picked yesterday.

Changsun Tang doesn't know how to fry tea, but you can guess it by listening to the name.

Empiricism kills people! The eldest grandson scolded in his heart.

This roasted tea is not as simple as imagined. In the first pot, the fire was a little big, and the hands of the eldest grandson were scalded several times, and he decided to use chopsticks to stir-fry, but what came out of the fried was a black powder, and a burnt smell went straight to his brain.

The second time I learned the experience of the first time, the fire was smaller, and it took about half an hour to waste, and the pot was finally ready, and the fried tea became flat, but the water brewed out was light and tasteless, so I had to come again.

The third time the hype failed, and the eldest grandson was about to give up.

However, he knew that he really couldn't give up this time. People are inert, and when we make it a habit to give up, it's a terrible thing. When giving up becomes a habit, no matter what we do, the first year is when I give up.

The eldest grandson survived, carefully recalling those dream-like memories, what is the taste of tea? What does it look like? Biluochun seems to be a ball, but how can you make the tea balls together?

This time, Changsun Tang inadvertently discovered a way to use the memories of his previous life, imagining it at will, trying it once when he thought of it, and coming back again if he was wrong, anyway, there is time. We always have to try to know that we can't, don't we?

I ate the rice that Zhang Zhong borrowed from the old farmer's pot. When cooking, Changsun Tang felt that there was a little light food, but the old farmer said that there was too much salt, too much, and even dipped a few grains of salt with his fingers and ate it, Changsun Tang's eyes were a little red, no matter what, he had to do something for these farmers who paid seriously disproportionate to the harvest.

After eating, the eldest grandson's interest came again, this time he was not lazy, he killed Qing, and waited until the tea crackled to pack it, ready to knead it with his mother's method of drying pickles.

This time, Changsun Tang was clever and divided the tea into several parts, kneading them to different degrees, and then fried and dried, and even brought a few portions to the sun to dry.

Anyway, this time, the taste of a few servings of tea is astringent and sweet, which makes the feeling of Changsun Tang come back.

For several days, the four of them spent time here, perfecting the method of making green tea. The road has long been opened, the sun has dried the surface of the mudslide in the past few days, and the people led the horses on the cracked loess barely passed, so that the stranded travelers have long since left, leaving only the large and small ash teams and yellow and white things everywhere by the river where they camped, and everything will return to its original state after a rain, leaving no trace. One rain left behind the group, the group left a meeting point, and then they went away, and another rain wiped out the remaining traces.

Before leaving, Wu Shun, a woman in a yellow shirt, came to say goodbye to her eldest grandson. It was the first day that Changsun Tang started to fry tea, and Changsun Tang was busy thinking about how to fry this tea, and he was a little impatient with Wu Shun's farewell.

Wu Shun looked at the tea leaves in the courtyard, and just said softly to the eldest grandson: "When the world brother goes to Lizhou, you can go to the Governor's Mansion, and the little sister will leave first!" ”

The eldest grandson, who was busy roasting tea, didn't notice the change in title and the news revealed in the words, and threw himself on roasting tea.

Five days have passed, and the fried tea leaves are already very close to the memory of Changsun Tang. The eldest grandson is not a perfectionist seeker, his life creed is almost good, he came to this world to dig a hole, as for who will fill this hole? Does this have anything to do with the eldest grandson?

What Changsun Tang didn't know was that the classification of tea leaves was not only the degree of fermentation, but also the specific green tea will be divided into spring tea, summer tea and autumn tea according to the picking period of the tea. At this time, it was early summer, and the quality of tea was not as expensive as the spring tea before and after the Qingming Festival, but it was also an epoch-making product that could change the tea market at that time. Of course, the classification of tea is also the classification of origin and shape, etc., which cannot be achieved overnight.

The eldest grandson can be proud, and many times we judge something or something that we have not tried with our own hands, but just wishful thinking that there is something difficult about it. We often say that some people are like pigs in hindsight, but this is just our speculation, and when we try it ourselves, we will find that I am not even as good as a pig.

This is just like we evaluate Zhao Kuo's words on paper, we can't even talk about it on paper, if Zhao Kuo is given the opportunity to grow and practice, he may not necessarily become a god of war, but it should be no problem to be dominant for a while.

Many times, it is not our eyes that are blinded, but our hearts, and we ourselves are blinded by our own hearts that can go further!

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