Grandpa Xu's old friend was sent to Tongmu Pass in Wuyi Mountain, which is the most authentic production area of the legendary Zhengshan small species.

Now it is the season of picking autumn tea, and Wuyi Mountain is busy with work up and down.

The quantity of autumn tea is far from catching up with the new spring buds in spring, and the quality of "winter slices" harvested in winter is also far from the quality.

Some of the tea trees on the hillside are about to be bald, apparently over-picked.

But whoever makes this era pay attention to hard work and people will win the day, that is, grinding foreign workers in the mountains, it seems that it is more meaningful than idleness!

For the delegated staff, it is actually easier to work on the farm than on the farm.

Tea picking, which is time-consuming and does not require physical effort, is obviously much more enjoyable than writing a review of thoughts.

Grandpa Xu's friend Wu Qilu was on a bamboo mat in the yard, drying freshly picked tea.

After reporting to his home, Old Man Wu hurriedly took out tea leaves to make tea and entertain him.

A handful of black-brown and black tea leaves are put into the enamel jar, and then the hot water has been boiled on the table, and the way to make tea is as simple and rough as it is.

However, the rock tea produced in Wuyi Mountain, whether it is a big red robe or a small seed in Zhengshan, is very resistant to brewing!

The tea soup in the tea jar is bright and bright red and bright like amber, and the tea fragrance that slowly transpires and diffuses is long and fragrant, just smelling it is a kind of enjoyment.

After gently sniffing the fragrance of tea, I took a shallow sip, and there was a faint sour taste in the mouth, followed by the taste of longan soup, which had a fruity flavor in the mouth, and the sweet aftertaste was obvious, and the black tea rock sugar had a sweet taste.

"Old Wu, this is really good tea!" I gave a thumbs up and was in amazement.

Old Man Wu refilled the water for Huanhuan, "If you like it, drink more, there is a lack of everything here, but there is no shortage of tea!" This is the tea that has been fried by the Tea Research Institute, and when the time comes, you can pack some and bring it back to Lao Xu, I remember that he also loves tea! ”

"Thank you, Mr. Wu!" Huan Huan was surprised: "You said that such tea is still fried?" How good should the good tea of the Tea Research Institute be? ”

I have a good appetite for both lives, and I have drunk several auction-level Zhengshan small species in my last life, and the price of anything that is on the auction table is not cheap.

Tens of thousands of yuan to photograph tea, but it is not as good as half of what is drunk now!

But now that the tea is actually fired, how can it be embarrassing to spend hundreds of thousands of millions to shoot tea?

Old Man Wu laughed heartily, "Anyway, I can't taste any difference between my big and coarse peony, it may be that they are engaged in scientific research, and they are used to excellence in everything!" ”

"Only when scientific researchers strive for perfection can science and technology progress." We have always had a high respect for scientific researchers.

In this era when cultural people are generally not welcomed, the vast majority of scientific research intellectuals are not well paid, their status is quite embarrassing, and they still devote themselves to research work when the internal and external conditions are not ideal, which is very worthy of people's respect and admiration.

Old man Wu has an open-minded personality, and it is very interesting to drink tea and chat with him, and before you know it, it will be afternoon.

The sky was a little overcast, and Old Man Wu was afraid of the rain, so he was busy collecting and drying tea in the yard.

Some of the green tea has been exposed to the sun, and the degree of withering has been appropriate, and it needs to be immediately sent to be kneaded and formed.

The batch of green tea dried by Mr. Wu is a new variety cultivated in the experimental field of the research institute, so it must be sent back to the tea research institute to be kneaded by the researcher himself.

Duan Huan helped Mr. Wu, and put away all the tea greens very neatly, and then the two of them went to the tea research institute with a heavy basket.

The tea research institute sounds quite lofty, but in fact it is just a few dilapidated and dilapidated half-brick houses.

"Uncle Wu, who is this little comrade?" A tall, thin middle-aged man took Old Man Wu's flat shoulder and asked.

Old Man Wu said with a smile: "The children of my old friend's family, who came out to purchase medicinal materials, passed by Wuyi Mountain, and came to see me!" Xiao Xu, this is the director of the research institute, you can call Uncle Wang! ”

Director Wang is a typical scientific researcher with a pedantic temperament, first of all, he did not respond to Duan Huan's greeting, but wanted to tell Duan Huan not to touch around, let alone enter the experimental tea fields around the courtyard to make trouble.

Wan Huan nodded seriously, sat on the side in a proper manner, neither walked casually, nor looked around.

Is this really an institute? , the area is too small!

Director Wang was still worried that Duan Huan was too curious, but in this courtyard, she could see her head with her eyes left and right.

Except for the nursery shed built with plastic film in the yard, it is no different from the farmhouse of the average tea farmer in the village.

This research institute, which does not feel a trace of science and technology at all, is too different from the experimental scientific research places seen in film and television dramas, and it is not even comparable to the student laboratories of middle and high schools.

After Old Man Wu and Director Wang handed over the formalities of Chaqing, he went back with Huanhuan.

Duan Huan felt that the relationship between Old Man Wu and this Director Wang was a little strange, no matter what Old Man Wu's identity was before, he was only a decentralized element now.

Director Wang, the director of the Tea Research Institute, has little authority, but his status is still a lot higher than that of Mr. Wu, who was delegated to labor reform.

It stands to reason that Director Wang does not discriminate against Mr. Wu, who is already considered to have a good character, but respects and respects him, which is a bit unreasonable.

However, Old Man Wu didn't take the initiative to say, and Duan Huan wouldn't ask more.

Old Man Wu is being respected, and someone is covering him, so it's a good thing no matter what.

By the time they returned, the remaining six delegates had already returned.

The gray-haired, lame old man with reading glasses was seriously urging his little granddaughter to read and write.

There is a middle-aged couple, whose wife's surname is Hu, is very enthusiastic about Duan Huan, holding Duan Huan's hand, saying that when they see Duan Huan, they think of their little daughter living in a relative's house.

The remaining two young men and women, who were very similar in appearance, thought they were brother and sister, but were told that they were revolutionary comrades-in-arms.

It turns out that it is not the genetics of the same blood and branches, but the husband and wife of the legendary loving partner!

Is it because of their similar appearances, they are very pleasing to the eye when they look at each other, and they have a good impression of each other and walk together?

Or is it that after two people are together, various living and eating habits are the same, causing the two people to become more and more alike?

Husband and wife belong to the intersection of metaphysics and science, and the probability of understanding this 10,000-year-old single dog is negative.

Duan Huan took out two pieces of bacon from the baggage and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner with Aunt Zhang and Sister Hu.

The bacon was left behind, but Wan Huan was kicked out of the kitchen.

In addition to the courtesy of the guests, Aunt Zhang and Sister Hu looked at the shallot-like fingers of Duan Huan and felt that she did not look like she could work.

The gay men were busy between the roofs and ladders, and it was necessary to reinforce the thatched roofs as the clouds pressed down on the sky, and the rainstorm could strike at any time.

is still excluded from the scope of labor, sitting in the small horse to watch Shu Xin's children "play the piano".

Shu Xin plays a piano that can't make a sound, it's not that the piano can't make a sound when it fails, but that this piano is congenitally mute, or that her piano doesn't have a mouth at all.

However, Shu Xin's child didn't mind at all, she was sitting on the pony, her immature and delicate fingers flying back and forth on the bench in front of her, and her mouth was still humming a miami tone.

After a period of recent practice in the space, I often used the antique Steinway piano to practice, and my piano level has also grown a little.

According to the position and frequency of Shu Xin's fingers, she soon heard that the piece she was playing was Mozart's Sonata in C major.

"Xiao Shuxin, are you playing the piano?" He asked with a smile.

Shu Xin nodded a little frustratedly, "It's a pity that I can't make a sound!" ”

"If you can't play the sound, you can see that you play well," said Huanhuan with a smile of encouragement, "So you only like to play the piano?" Or do you like other instruments too? ”

Shu Xin crossed her fingers and said: "I can also play the accordion and violin, and I also like the harp harmonica, but my instruments have been confiscated, and I can't play it if I want to!" ”

"Do you know how to use a harmonica?" As if playing a trick, he took out a harmonica from his pocket, "Then play a song for me!" ”

"Okay, okay, Sister Xu, your harmonica is so good-looking!" Shu Xin happily took the harmonica.

Suzuki, which is imported from Japan, has a delicate style and appearance while being finely made.

The melodious cranberry blossoms not only blew the people in the kitchen and on the roof couldn't help but hum along, but even the people in the yard next door were attracted to it.

The person who came was a young woman of twenty-four or five, who looked delicate and delicate, but the tone and posture of her speech were not at all pleasing.

"I thought that any of you were developed, bought a radio and played the radio here, and wanted to come over to listen to the news, but I didn't expect it to be a little girl playing the harmonica!"