Chapter 252 Insidious
Kongshan Village is located deep in the mountains, and the traffic is quite inconvenient, so there are very few people coming and going.
Two RVs were parked on a **** at the entrance of the village, which immediately attracted the attention of countless people.
Nervous Zhong Xiaoqin showed a silly smile, and waved at the little heads popping up from the wall. The little heads scattered in fright, and a woman's scolding was vaguely heard.
Under the guidance of the villagers, they walked through the long and simple steps covered with moss. A woman next to him was grabbing a child by the ear and beating and scolding in dialect. Seeing outsiders entering the village, she quickly dragged the child into In the room, the children on the other side of the long steps looked curiously at Si Teng behind the crowd, as if they were curious about how the little fairy from the city could climb the steps faster than the children who grew up in the mountains. .
The village is built on the mountain, and the ancient bluestone huts are compactly arranged on two long steps. I haven't seen a stranger for a long time. Almost every villager in every household will stop and look at them from their eyes. Zhou Ji and Chen Yu not only saw curiosity, but also obvious scrutiny.
The village chief’s house is located on a flat open space above the ramp. The house is not very big, but it is next to a small two-story building with a yard.
The village chief is surnamed Yang, and he is also the person in charge of the tea factory.
Zhou Ji didn’t tell him before he came that this trip was for the tea factory. He only said that he was going to the mountains to experience the original ecological life.
The village chief didn't believe it at first, but when he saw a stack of thick red tickets, he immediately called the villagers to clean up the small building next to him, changed a few sets of bedding, and eagerly introduced the situation here to Zhou Ji and the others.
Zhong Xiaoqin took Chen Yu's arm and looked at everything around him with novelty, especially the various dustpans and earthen stoves in the yard. Even Gu Jia was quite curious.
Ask what these things are for, old man Yang immediately showed a look of pride on his old and dark face. Their village has a long history, and the history of making tea and frying tea began in the Ming Dynasty.
Even the tea-making process abides by tradition and insists on using ancient methods to make tea.
While talking, Village Chief Yang moved some benches for everyone to sit down, and made a pot of this year's new tea eagerly, and handed it to Zhou Ji.
Zhou Ji took the tea and took a sip. The taste was fragrant and tangy, with a bitter aftertaste, and after the bitterness, there was still sweetness.
The tea is good tea, but not as good as that top-notch.
However, compared with the teas on the market, it has its own flavor.
Gu Jia, Chen Yu, and Zhong Xiaoqin each took a glass, and each looked different after drinking it.
Only Xizhu was sitting on the small bench, everyone had it, but she was sitting there alone, not waiting for Village Chief Yang to hand him tea for a long time, her eyes were raised, and she was feeling unhappy when Zhou Ji He got up and poured another glass at the table, and handed it to her.
"Mr. Zhou, you can't drink tea"
Village Chief Yang kindly wanted to remind him, but was forced back by Zhou Ji's unquestionable gaze. Zhou Ji smiled and said, "How about this tea?"
Xizhu glanced at Zhou Ji, took a sip of tea like a little adult, and raised his eyebrows, "The steps are wrong, the tea set is not good, and the brewing is perfunctory. The only saving grace is that the environment of the tea garden is acceptable, and the tea-making process is indeed ancient. Fa, it can be regarded as barely entranced.”
Zhong Xiaoqin, Gu Jia, Chen Yu, and Village Chief Yang all looked at Xizhu. Xizhu took a sip of tea calmly and put the cup in Zhou Ji's hand.
Zhou Ji put the cup back on the table naturally, nodded slightly to Village Chief Yang, and said with a smile, "Cunnel Chief Yang, how much of this new tea do you have? I want to buy some and go home, can I?"
"It's just a little new tea. If Mr. Zhou likes to drink it, I'll find someone to pack some for you." Village Chief Yang counted the stack of red tickets several times. The long-term harvest was happy, but a little uneasy. Seeing that Zhou Ji liked their tea, he immediately showed his face and smiled.
"How can that work?" Zhou Ji shook his head, pointing out, "The money that should be paid is still paid, but the tea I bought may be more than you imagined, and I don't need to go to the company's account ?"
Mr. Yang looked at Zhou Ji with some confusion, so it took him a long time to come to his senses. After hesitating for a long time, he said nonchalantly, "I don't know how much Mr. Zhou wants to buy?"
Their Kongshan Village is both a village and a tea factory. Most of the villagers' livelihoods depend on this. Because the village is too remote, everyone either goes out to work or farms, with very few sources of income.
Nowadays, the tea garden in the mountains is contracted by the big boss. If he sells tea privately without telling the big boss, it would be a violation of the rules at least, or a crime at worst.
Especially in the past few years, the big bosses far away in Shanghai have completely ignored the life and death of the tea factory, as if for rich people like them, this is just a business that can be abandoned at any time.
But for the villagers in their village, it is a livelihood that they depend on, and it is indispensable.
This year, the village can’t even raise enough money to build straw mats to keep warm and avoid frost. If there is no more income, the tea garden will face a large-scale production reduction in the coming year, and it will deteriorate year by year.
Seeing that Village Chief Yang was a little embarrassed, Zhou Ji glanced at Gu Jia, as if saying, I've helped you get here, and I'll take care of it myself.
Gu Jia nodded, and asked about the tea factory of Village Chief Yang.
Village head Yang felt bitter, he let out a long sigh, and told about the situation of the tea factory, why the big boss didn’t care about the life and death of the villagers, and he repeatedly reminded the big boss that he needed to apply for a new qualification certificate from the relevant department when the qualification of the tea factory expired, etc. Wait until you tell everyone about this mess.
Gu Jia suppressed her anger, listening to Village Chief Yang's complaints, and at the same time terrified and terrified.
Where is this cash cow? It is clearly a bottomless pit!
Before she came here, she never thought that the tea factory that Mrs. Li was talking about would be such a mess, let alone that people in the wife circle would cheat her so openly.
At this moment, she wished she could call Mrs. Li on the spot and ask why she was like this.
But she was extremely thankful that Zhou Ji didn't lend her three million yuan on the spot, and let her use the money to waste money in the tea factory.
"It's not rotten at the root." After Zhou Ji listened, he smiled and said, "Gu Jia, go and call Mrs. Li."
"What's the call?" Gu Jia frowned.
"Call her, spit on her, tear her face, humiliate her in public, let her know that you are in this tea garden now, and already know the specific situation here, and use a bit of a weird tone, let her hold the tea factory as a family heirloom "Zhou Jizhi dismissed Village Chief Yang and said with a smile.
Xizhu's gaze changed, and he immediately understood Zhou Ji's plan. He frowned slightly, but didn't say much.
Gu Jia was even more puzzled, looked at Zhou Ji and said, "And then?"
After Zhou Ji finished speaking, he smiled and said, "But based on my understanding of these rich people, the second step should not be needed."
Gu Jia looked at Zhou Ji thoughtfully, frowned and said, "You hope I can win this tea factory?"
Zhou Ji nodded and looked at Zhong Xiaoqin, and said with a smile: "It's not you, but you."
Zhong Xiaoqin pointed at herself in surprise, with a puzzled look on her face.
That night, the stars were shining brightly.
Growing up in Shanghai, the farthest trip she made was when she was in school. She went to Yanjing with Gu Jia to be a volunteer for the Olympic Games. Looking back, Zhong Xiaoqin seems to have never appreciated the sky full of stars so intuitively.
The bright moon hung high, and a gorgeous Milky Way stretched across the night sky. Zhong Xiaoqin and Gu Jia stood in front of the fence on the second floor, looked at the night in the distance, and said softly: "Jiajia, what do you think?"
"I don't know." Gu Jia shook her head and said with a wry smile: "The villagers here have relied on making tea for generations, and this tea factory is the foundation of their livelihood. The burden hangs on my shoulders."
"Taking over here means taking on this heavy responsibility," Gu Jia said in a deep voice, "If I hadn't been here, and I hadn't seen the villagers who barely had food and clothing, and the children in poor clothing, I might not have Hesitantly reject this mess.
But when I really saw all this, I finally felt a little compassion in my heart. "
Turning to look at Zhong Xiaoqin, Gu Jia finally smiled, "What's more, this tea factory just lacks publicity and marketing. If you can get this tea factory at a low price, maybe it's really promising."
Gu Jia is a woman who is uneasy about the status quo. Her uneasy status quo is to look up from one mountain to another. Taking down the tea factory can indeed give her a stage to show herself.
Zhong Xiaoqin nodded in agreement. Others have been pregnant for three years, but since she was pregnant, her original innocence is still there, but she also has a more mature charm. This kind of maturity is called motherhood.
"Don't worry, Chen Yu and I will definitely help you."
Zhou Ji lay on his back on the **** of the roof, enjoying the cool breeze in the mountains and forests. A few strands of slender and smooth hair brushed across his cheeks, carrying the familiar fragrance of grass and trees. The itching of the soul.
Turning his head to look, Si Teng was wearing a white rattan-patterned silk dress shirt. The loose hem and the long hair behind him swayed slightly with the dinner. He sat on the roof and looked down at Zhou Ji. His black and white eyes were as bright as water. , reflecting Zhou Ji's soothing and gentle smile.
There is no real-time networked Skynet monitoring, no noisy traffic.
There are only two people who are gradually approaching in the vast night sky.
Si Teng leaned down slowly, the hair behind his ears fell like a waterfall, first covering Zhou Ji's side face, and then falling on the tiles little by little, spreading downward.
It was as if they had just tasted it, but Zhou Ji grabbed her waist and hugged her in her arms.
A trace of crystal clear silk thread was connected from the lips of the two, and an unprecedented shyness flashed in Si Teng's eyes, and then he was replaced by an unyielding little temper, raised his snow-white and slender neck, and proudly looked around like a swan Ji made a 'hum~', lifted the corner of her skirt, and walked downstairs.
In the corridor, Zhong Xiaoqin and Gu Jia could be heard faintly calling the name of 'Xiao Xizhu'.
"Xiao Xizhu, where have you been? Don't run around in the middle of the night. If you want to shush, you can ask me to go with Jiajia, so I can take care of you."
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Sitting up from the roof, Zhou Ji seemed to see the scene of Xizhu rolling his eyes at Zhong Xiaoqin with his arms around his shoulders. As the night deepened, the small mountain village in the depths of Xiangqian finally returned to its former tranquility, and Yanjing, thousands of miles away, Xu Huanshan packed his luggage and planned to escape back to Shanghai one day in advance.
escape.
is to escape.
Because he was afraid, not because he was afraid of the fireworks design in Yanjing Amusement Park, but because he was afraid of himself.
He didn't want to betray Gu Jia, but what Lin Youyou said to him pierced his heart like a slender thorn, and he was a little worried and a little shaken.
This kind of adoration of little girls is something he has never seen in Gu Jia, and it is also the easiest way to satisfy the vanity of a middle-aged man.
The neon lights outside the hotel window lit up all night, shadowy and colorful.
And Xu Huanshan looked at the city like daytime, waiting for the arrival of daytime.
Chuck~! ~
In the early morning, the mountains and forests were covered with a thin layer of clear mist. Amidst the crowing of roosters, the sky brightened up. In the distance, there seemed to be a few barking dogs coming from outside the village.
Gu Jia woke up with the sound of a rooster crowing, and tucked back the corner of the quilt that Zhong Xiaoqin had kicked away. When she looked at Xizhu, Xizhu just woke up with her eyes open.
"Hush~" Gu Jia made a silent gesture towards Xizhu, and the two of them came out of the room cautiously, pushed open the door, and a fresh scent of tea with moisture came over their faces, which made people want to be greedy Take a deep breath.
Gu Jia stood on the second floor and stretched long, took a deep breath of fresh air, and the drowsiness in her mind was instantly swept away.
Downstairs, Zhou Ji and Chen Yu were talking in the yard. One after another, the tea workers, that is, some villagers in the village, began to get busy, making bamboo sieves, bamboo baking cages, bamboo shakers, frying The pig iron pot for tea uses the most primitive tools to fry new tea.
"Mr. Chen, what do you think of this tea factory?"
Chen Yu looked at Zhou Ji suspiciously, shook his head and said, "I don't know much about tea making, but it's really interesting that they don't use modern machines, it's purely handmade." Chen Yu walked a few steps in the courtyard as he spoke, his eyes Looking for a suitable location like a camera lens, "making a related short film should be able to create a lot of heat."
"That's right!" Gu Jia came down from the stairs and continued, "A handmade product or an assembly line product, who is more sought after? Who is more distinctive? Who is more attractive? Recently, a small pot of tea is popular in the market. , relying on marketing methods.
Pristine mountain forests, ancient mountain villages, and traditional tea-making techniques. I thought about it for a long time last night, and I think what Zhou Ji said is very reasonable. This tea factory really has a lot to do. "
"So, are you planning to take this place?" Zhou Ji raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Gu Jia shook her head, looked at Zhong Xiaoqin who came out of the room yawning, then at Zhou Ji in front of her, and said with a smile, "It's not me, but us."
(end of this chapter)