The night boat trip on the Qinhuai River drew a successful end to the first day of the trip to Jinling.

The next day, Zhao Zhuo and Zhang Yun came to the legendary Qingshan neighborhood according to the address given by the owner of the tea shop.

After arriving, Zhao Zhuo looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but say with some surprise:

"It turns out that the so-called green mountains are not a mountain, but an entire area."

In front of the two of them, they saw a continuous mountainous area, in which several mountains were located in high and low places.

Zhang Yun also felt a little strange when she saw this, and proposed:

"Why don't we ask someone first, it will be embarrassing to find the wrong place."

Regarding this suggestion, Zhao Zhuo also nodded in agreement.

Just now, there was a tea shed nearby, and the two of them walked over.

The so-called tea shed, is to build a shed on the side of the road, boiling water, if the passerby wants to drink tea, you can go over to ask for a cup, generally the old man is doing, the price of tea is also very cheap.

The tea shed that the two of them saw also had two tables in it, and an old man was boiling water.

"Uncle, have two cups of tea."

"Okay."

Zhao Zhuo and Zhang Yun found a seat and sat down, and the old man came over with a pot of water.

First, he put two cups in front of the two, rinsed them with hot water, poured out the water in the cups, and then poured eight full of hot water into them, and then took out a tea caddy and threw a few Biluochun into the two cups.

Seeing this scene, when the old man walked away, Zhang Yun couldn't help but ask Zhao Zhuo in a curious whisper:

"How is this different from the way we brewed it in the store last night?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo explained with a smile:

"There are two brewing methods for Biluochun, one is the conventional brewing method you saw yesterday, and the other is the brewing method, which is to pour hot water into the cup like this, and then throw in the tea leaves.

Because the Biluochun is distinct, there is this second unique brewing method. This method is more suitable for drinking tea alone."

Hearing this explanation, Zhang Yun suddenly realized.

The old man on the side also heard Zhao Zhuo's words, and couldn't help but look at Zhao Zhuo with some curiosity:

"Young man, you know tea very well."

Zhao Zhuo smiled faintly:

"I like it more, but I don't know it very well."

Seeing Zhao Zhuo so modest, the old man couldn't help but have a heavier impression of him, and said with a smile when he heard this:

"You don't look like locals, what are you doing here? Play?"

Zhao Zhuo shook his head:

"No, we're here to buy some tea."

Hearing that the acquisition was not buying, the old man suddenly came to the spirit:

"Oh, I wonder how much you're trying to buy?"

Zhao Zhuo did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically:

"Uncle, it looks like you also have tea trees planted at home, right?"

The old man nodded:

"That's right, I have five acres of tea plantations at home."

Zhao Zhuo then asked:

"Then uncle, how much tea do you have for sale?"

Hearing this, the old man subconsciously sighed:

"Hey, don't mention it, this year's market is not good, and less than half of the newly picked tea has been sold. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get a tea shed here to supplement my family. It's not all about making a little more money."

Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Yun couldn't help but ask with some doubts:

"Isn't it said that Qingshan Biluochun is famous, and the tea leaves are not enough to sell every year, how can the market be bad?"

The old man smiled bitterly:

"Girl, you're talking about the top of Qingshan Mountain and the superb Qingshan Biluochun nearby. Like us, the average quality of Biluochun grown at home is not worth much, plus there are too many people who plant it, and the market is saturated, and the price is even more

It's getting lower and lower."

It turns out that the same Qingshan Biluochun has different origins, and the price will be so different.

After listening to the old man's words, Zhao Zhuo nodded, and then asked:

"Uncle, can you tell us about the specific situation of this green mountain and blue luochun. When I first arrived, I found that all the nearby mountains were planted with tea, and I felt a little confused."

Hearing Zhao Zhuo's words, the old man smiled:

"It's no wonder that you can't understand it, it's really the name Qingshan Biluochun, and it's called very general."

Saying that, the old man said in detail:

"The so-called Qingshan Biluochun is not just about the Biluochun produced on the mountain of Qingshan, but an area around Qingshan.

If you look at the highest mountain in front of you, that's the green mountain. In addition, there are four or five mountains around the area, centered on green mountains.

The difference in the price of tea is the difference between different mountains."

As he spoke, the old man pointed to the past mountain by mountain, and introduced them one by one: qδ

"The green mountain in the middle, the Biluochun produced on the top of the mountain is the top and most authentic Qingshan Biluochun, which belongs to the price and no market, and there are only a few catties a year. From the top of the mountain down, the production can be regarded as authentic Qingshan Biluochun, but the price is getting cheaper and cheaper.

Then count, it is the Biluochun produced by the two slightly lower mountains near Qingshan, and the price is even lower. However, because the total amount of tea on the top of those two mountains is also limited, the price is not low.

Further down, there are the other hills, which can be regarded as the ranks of camellias, but they are much worse than the green mountains."

After listening to the old man's explanation, Zhao Zhuo had a preliminary understanding of this green mountain and blue luochun.

Then, Zhao Zhuo pointed to the foot of the mountain and the large tea plantations in the mountains and asked:

"What do you say about the tea leaves produced in these tea plantations?"

The old man smiled and said:

"Strictly speaking, these no longer belong to Qingshan Biluochun, but to Qingshan Biluochun."

Hearing the old man's interesting statement, Zhao Zhuo and Zhang Yun glanced at each other, and couldn't help but smile, both of them were amused by the old man's humor.

Looking at the expressions of Zhao Zhuo and Zhang Yun, the old man also smiled bitterly and said:

"Don't believe it, the tea produced in these places is no different from ordinary tea.

And because the Qingshan Biluochun variety is still drunk more by the locals, there are often a lot of unsalable after picking."

After listening to the old man's words, Zhao Zhuo nodded and said:

"Looks like your tea garden is at the foot of this mountain, right?"

The old man nodded:

"That's right, there are only a lot of places on this mountain, and they have already been snatched up for decades by everyone.

We, ordinary people, just grow tea at the foot of the mountain for a living."

As he spoke, the old man pointed to the teacup in front of the two:

"Hurry up and drink tea, it's going to be cold in a while. I'll refill it for you when I'm done."