When she got home in the evening, Jiang Han didn't ask for the twenty taels of silver sent by Liu Dakang, now that she had solved her urgent need, there was no need to let Liu Dakang owe favors everywhere for her.

She went back to her room and stared at the three large bags for a few more moments before opening them one by one.

Except for the big bag of tea, the remaining two were all broken porcelain, the other was all garbage, and even rat droppings. No wonder, when she snatched these two packages, the shopkeeper Wang was stunned when he wanted to speak.

Alas, only this bag of waste tea mixed with various tea leaves may have taken a turn for the better.

She lit the oil lamp, and immediately picked out a few obvious pieces of broken porcelain from the tea pile, shook the cloth bag and picked out a few more, and then reached into a handful of them.

"Shhh

Accidentally pricked finger......

The porcelain tea cans used in the Lilai teahouse are all gray, mixed with these black tea leaves, it is really difficult to distinguish, no wonder when she took her away the cloth bag, the shopkeeper Wang did not say a word to stop it.

Jiang Han sat down on the stool in frustration, picked up the three bags and threw them on the ground.

"Not only did I lose money, but I also threw garbage away for free to that dead profiteer, which is really depressing!" Jiang Han leaned on the wooden table in frustration and complained softly.

Holding her head and thinking about it for a while, she felt that she couldn't give up on herself like this, so she stood up suddenly, opened the door and walked out of the room.

She asked Yun Niang for a few pieces of paper, and made a charcoal pen wrapped in rags, and held her chin on the table with a pestle to write and draw on the paper while thinking.

This kind of rough-edged paper is very cheap, but the toughness is so poor that writing on it with a charcoal pen often accidentally punctures the paper.

It's been six or seven months since she came to ancient times, and she has never considered learning to write calligraphy. Thinking about it now, she is indeed too little to grow, and only thinks about how to rely on her knowledge in modern times to break through the sky, in fact, many powerful people in ancient times are many times stronger than the little scum of modern society like her.

So, from now on, earnestly learn the necessary skills of ancient times, and have a fusion of ancient and modern!

Jiang Han nodded his lips with the tip of a charcoal pen, added this on the side of the rough-edged paper, scratched his head and continued to rack his brains to recall some common things in modern society.

An hour later, she wrote a snack full of a piece of paper and the name of a dish on two pieces of paper, as a dead house foodie who has never paid serious attention to the things around her, and a small street vendor with small achievements in ancient times, it is indeed her shortcut to work it.

She held the three pieces of paper and looked left and right for a quarter of an hour, and slowly put down the two pieces of paper full of dish names.

"It's a pity, if the restaurant can be opened, these dishes will definitely be popular in Luoxia Town, this is the land of Huxiang is the most spicy place." It turned out that half of the dishes on her piece of paper were modern Sichuan and Hunan cuisine.

She looked carefully at the piece of paper with the name of the snack written on it in her hand, and raised her hand to cross out everything related to chickens, and then everything related to ducks.

Just as she was about to cross out her favorite stinky tofu, she suddenly slapped her forehead, picked up the two pieces of paper on the table, and said to herself: "Why am I so stupid, I can pick a few of these dishes and write a menu for the shopkeeper Zeng!" In this way, I can be regarded as repaying his favor. She happily slapped the table, and the charcoal she threw on the table fell into the tea bag at her feet, and she accidentally dropped the paper on the table when she bent to pick it up......

When she picked up the paper again, she happened to see the words bubble tea.

She was stunned for a second, looked at the paper intently, then looked down at the tea bag on the ground, and an idea suddenly popped into her mind.

Although bubble tea is added with black tea, there are many green tea on the market as a base drink......

She crouched down, flicked the tea leaves with the charcoal that were hidden in the broken porcelain pieces, and touched her chin to ponder.

The reason why this pile of waste tea is wasted is because there is broken porcelain powder that cannot be picked out, second, the taste of tea leaves of various qualities mixed together must not be good, and third, it is too dirty, and I don't know how much ash was swept into it when it was swept together.

The second one can be ignored, because there are other things to be added to the milk tea, and the taste is not the same as pure tea.

The third one doesn't matter, the tea is the second brew with the best taste, it shouldn't matter if she uses three or four bubbles to make a milk tea, as long as it has a tea flavor - she can brew and wash these teas and then dry them to use.

As for the first article......

She closed her eyes and recalled the scene when she learned to make tea with the shopkeeper Wang.

The first point is to boil water, and the degree of boiling of water has a significant impact on the taste of tea. When the water is boiled until there is a slight sound in the bubbles of the fish's eye, it is a boil; Continue to burn, the edge is like a spring connected into a bead, it is the second boil; When the surface of the water rolls and rushes like a wave, it is the third boil. And after the second boil just to the third boil, it is best to use it to make tea. Then it is the hot pot, hot cup, tea, initial brewing, brewing and other procedures to be in place correctly, and finally the gestures of making tea and serving tea are exquisite......

Jiang Han's thoughts paused, and he muttered: "The surface of the water is like a wave rolling and rushing...... If I threw these tea leaves into the water that was already boiling three times, the tea leaves would be churning up with the waves, right? If I go to collect tea leaves at this time, I wonder if I can separate them from those broken porcelain...... If it doesn't work once, you can do it again, it should be okay, right? …… Anyway, I don't want any tea that tastes good, I just need to have a tea taste, these separated teas, take them out and dry them, and then use them to brew when they want to use them, it should also be feasible......" Jiang Han was so excited that he wanted to jump three times in a row.

It's summer, and it's the best time to drink bubble tea. If this idea is okay, when the time comes, a cup of milk tea will be sold for three or five cents, and this big bag of waste tea will be almost thirty catties......

How many cups of milk tea do you have to make!

Why is she worried that she can't make up the money at that time?!

Not only can she scrape together enough money, but she can also let out a bad breath.

Imagine when the shopkeeper Wang knew that she had turned this bag of waste tea into treasure and earned more than one hundred taels of silver......

"Hahaha! Shopkeeper Wang, let you embarrass the old lady, the old lady will definitely slap your face swollen this time! Jiang Han jumped up, put his hand on his waist, and raised his head and laughed.

The laughter stopped abruptly, she quickly restrained her expression, folded her hands and bowed to the void: "Bodhisattva Bodhisattva, I didn't get carried away, I just couldn't hold back for a while, and the shopkeeper is very good...... In the future, I will definitely calm down and calm down, think and think again, and I will never be as startled as before, you see! Bless me, don't tease me anymore! Please, please! ”

Lowering her hand, she took a deep breath, picked up the waste tea bag and ran towards the kitchen.

The scorching heat has arrived, and the work related to steamed buns and skewers has been adjusted until the early hours of the morning, and the kitchen door has been locked early. Jiang Han couldn't wait to take out the key and open the door, lighting a fire and boiling water to get busy.

But after the water boiled, she was busy for half an hour, and the tea leaves she fished out were still sandwiched with broken porcelain.

She threw the spoon away, propped it up on the side of the desk in frustration, and couldn't help but think, "Is it another empty joy?" ”

Suddenly, the "clang" sound of the cane poking the ground came from far and near.

Daddy Jiang came in on crutches.