Chapter 118 118. Tea leaves, locust flowers and spring bamboo shoots
Tea, who among middle-aged and old people doesn’t love this?
Uncle Song was really excited: "How much does it cost to pick tea per day?"
Wu Lan did not hide it: "150, my tea leaves have become fertile this year and are growing well. I can pick about five kilograms a day. Your family has been neglected for many years. It is probably not easy to pick. One person can have three kilograms a day." About the same weight?”
What she said was true. Tea trees must be pruned every year and the buds must be picked. Otherwise, they will grow tall and thin, swaying in the wind.
The tips of the buds will also become longer and thinner, and the less likely they will weigh the scales.
Standing in such a tea tree, one cannot see the head at all. To pick tea leaves, one has to pull down the branches first.
Wulan said he picked three kilograms a day, but that’s still high efficiency!
Even though Uncle Song had been abandoned for many years, he had not forgotten everything. He knew what was happening to his own tea mountains.
In other places, as long as the transportation is better, such tea gardens can be contracted out to big tea merchants. But here, tea is not famous, the mountain roads are difficult to travel, and the places are scattered...
In short, his tea garden is really no different from the wilderness.
He was still thinking about whether it would work, but Mao Li refused: "That won't work. A pound of dry tea in the market only costs two or three hundred yuan, and the good ones only cost five or six hundred. If you buy it, you can drink it without worry."
“If you hire someone to pick tea, you won’t be able to get a kilogram of dry tea a day, but the wages will cost you one or two hundred. Why waste all that time? It’s not like our family can’t afford tea.”
This statement meant something, but Ulan breathed a sigh of relief.
If it’s not cost-effective, then it’s not cost-effective. After all, his family hired people to fry tea leaves, and they paid them seriously.
Now the four tea pickers in the family, plus she and Wang Lifen, can produce six kilograms of dry tea a day.
Zhou Maozhu’s fried tea is manually fried, and there is no tea frying machine. In order to ensure the freshness of the tea leaves, the fresh leaves are dried for several hours and then started in the middle of the night. Although the sifting process is omitted, it is not easy to do it day by day.
If Uncle Song really wants to be fired together, wouldn't it be a loss of her family's favor?
Mao Li refused, but Ulan was still happy.
Who would have thought that I would only be happy for a minute. I only heard Uncle Song pondering for a moment: "Ulan, how do you sell this tea? Give me a pound. I, my family, can drink with confidence."
Ulan:…
She had no choice but to say the same thing again: "Uncle, my tea is quite expensive."
No matter how the supply is supplied, the tea leaves will not be squeezed out even by a pound. The original excuse is no longer appropriate.
Nothing else to say.
“That could have—”
Uncle Song was just about to ask when he suddenly thought of the milk vetch costing twenty yuan a pound. He was silent for a while and then stopped.
He thought to himself: If it cost one thousand yuan per catty, he would really be reluctant to buy it! How embarrassing.
As soon as she thought about it, Mao Li and Sun Yanyan quickly ran away carrying the big plastic basket -
You can’t do it without running!
Aunt Song Hongmei had already gone to the old lady’s garden with a plastic bag. They looked at the lettuce, which was just one piece. There is also a piece of garlic sprout, which is not rare in theory. It costs 20 yuan a pound!
Can't you get it back quickly?
As soon as the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law passed by, it turned out that Song Hongmei had already pulled out two lettuce sticks. Mao Li didn’t say anything, so she put the basket forward and started pulling it out along the vegetable patch.
Wang Lifen's lettuce is growing well this year, with layers of leaves stacked on top of each other, and the buds have begun to bloom on the top. Now, with just a little bit of force, it takes no effort at all to pull it up.
Auntie pulled three lettuce sticks and two handfuls of garlic sprouts, and she was ready to give up. Turning around and looking:
嚯!
“Why are you pulling so many bamboo shoots? You can’t eat them all.”
Auntie is stingy, but she is stingy in a skillful way, unlike others who blindly eat only the same dish every meal to save money. If that were the case, her Lao Zhu would not be able to stand it anymore and would lift the table. Even now, the bamboo shoots are so big that one can feed a family of three one or two meals. In addition, the lettuce leaves can also be fried and eaten. With three lettuce leaves, it will take seven or eight meals to consume them all.
Even if you eat one pill every other day, you can eat it for a week!
So the aunt thought that to ensure freshness, three sticks would be the most suitable.
Besides, aren’t there some garlic sprouts? Go back and stir-fry bacon, scrambled eggs, and anything. It’s perfect.
But look at Mao Li and her daughter-in-law, they are planning to clear out the vegetable garden and set up stalls in the vegetable market!
But now every household’s garden only has lettuce left. It’s so cheap, right?
Feeling her aunt's surprised gaze, Mao Li smiled: "Oh, things in this city are expensive. It doesn't matter what my mother said, so I'll bring more back. Your brother loves his hometown now." dish.”
Song Hongmei is carefree, but she is not stupid.
Why does her brother like to eat? You are obviously trying to take advantage! So he glanced at the silly mother-in-law and daughter-in-law:
“Then you do it slowly, I’ll go back and clean up the bamboo shoots.”
He turned around and walked out of the vegetable garden.
When I got back, I saw Qiao Qiao happily carrying a basket down the back mountain. When I looked down, I saw a basket full of snow-white and slightly green locust flowers!
“Auntie, I’ll give you a sophora flower.”
Qiaoqiao held the plastic bag and poured the sophora flowers into it, watching her aunt bursting with joy.
“Oh, my nephew still cares about me. Look at our Qiao Qiao, how nice it is! The Sophora japonica flowers are also good, they smell sweet. If they are blooming, I will make steamed eggs at night, and if they are not blooming, I will fry them later..."
Having said this, he pinched a few flowers and stuffed them into his mouth. The more they chewed, the sweeter they became.
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve never tasted sophora flowers like this!
Auntie stopped and said, "Tan Tan, I think your flowers are quite good. Don't eat them. Just sell them. Someone will buy them for twenty yuan a pound."
Song Tan was helpless—she was sure someone would buy it, but the problem was that the amount was too small. Three to five kilograms was not enough to pay for gas.
If aura can generate more energy, it must also have a basic base.
Otherwise, if those two acacia trees bloomed a hundred pounds of flowers, her mother would not be able to pass the test!
Just put it all in a bag generously:
“Auntie, you are good at cooking. Let’s take them home to eat. If we want to eat, there are some on the tree.”
With so many dishes, the sophora flowers can still be frozen and stored after blanching them. Auntie is so happy!
After thinking about it, he reluctantly took out a small portion and said, "Let your uncle have a taste, otherwise they will complain again."
Seeing that there was no one around, he took out a handful of cash from his arms, and with great difficulty pulled out five yuan. After thinking about it, he took out another five yuan and gave it to Qiaoqiao:
“My dear, I didn’t bring you anything to eat when I came back. Go buy something to eat yourself, and don’t let your aunt know about it.”
Logically speaking, there should be a commercial push at this time, such as I don’t want it, or you can accept it...
But Song Tan didn't. Instead, he helped Qiao Qiao stuff the ten dollars, and then picked up the **** from under the wall:
“Auntie, the bamboo shoots are growing tender in the bamboo forest. Do you want some?”
Sprung bamboo shoots can be dried just like they are blanched!
The aunt decisively took out a big plastic bag from her bag: "Let's go! Let's go together!"
There will be more later, but let’s watch it tomorrow. It’s probably very late, so don’t stay up late.
(End of this chapter)