Chapter 55 55. Tea quality
Song Sancheng responded quickly: "Here it is, waiting!"
Hurry up and pick up the pole and go down the mountain.
Standing at the door was Zhou Maozhu from the same village. He was entrusted with frying the tea at home this time.
The frying of tea leaves also depends on the heat. Some are too strong, and some are too raw, and the finished product is always unsatisfactory. Only Zhou Maozhu worked in those big tea factories for a long time when he was young, and now his skills are the most reliable.
It was originally agreed to collect them together every night, and he would process them at night.
Unexpectedly, the tea leaves were so luxuriant this time that five people could pick a lot of tea. Zhou Maozhu didn’t have a tea frying machine at home, so he might have to stay up all night.
But among the villagers, he has the best craftsmanship, and he still has a tea-making stove at home.
Other places are, firstly, far away, and secondly, people now use tea frying machines to collectively fry the tea, and it is difficult to process the tea sent there individually.
When he saw Song Sancheng, he couldn't help but smile on his similarly weathered face:
“Thirty percent, your family is really honored by the land master this year, come and take a look at this tea!”
He opened the transparent plastic bag he was carrying, and a tangy fragrance suddenly filled the air!
"Yesterday, a total of twenty-five kilograms and two taels of hair tips were delivered. If you said there was no need to sift it, then I didn't sift it. I think the ones I picked are quite pure and don't have many leaves."
The most popular local tea is Maojian, which has only one bud Jianjian. The second one is with one leaf, and after that, the more leaves, the less valuable they are.
Farmers who specialize in making tea will strictly separate the grades and set different prices. However, Song Sancheng’s family only has such a piece of land, so there is no need for this.
Zhou Maozhu reached out and took out a handful of dry dark green tea with a layer of white velvet and showed it to him:
“Three and a half kilograms make one kilogram, and after frying, the total is a little more than seven kilograms. But didn’t you say we wanted to take it out? I deliberately dried it to make it drier for better preservation.”
“But in this case, five kilograms of dry tea was produced this time. You can just pick the leaves later when you are free.”
They all have done some work. As soon as Zhou Maozhu mentioned the numbers, Song Sancheng knew whether they were correct or not.
He smelled the refreshing aroma of tea, and now he felt his throat was dry. So he nodded and quickly pulled the person into the house:
“Come on, let’s make two cups first to see the color of this soup!”
The best hair tips should never be soaked in boiling water. It happened that the water in the thermos bottle at home was boiled early in the morning. It was an old thermos bottle with average heat retention. I guess the temperature was just right at this moment.
Song Sancheng dug out two glasses, took two handfuls of tea leaves into them at a time, washed the tea briefly, and started tasting it impatiently.
—There is nothing professional or unprofessional, it all depends on experience.
With the crystal clear water brewing, the dark green dry tea rolled instantly in the water, and then slowly expanded, showing a delicate emerald color.
A delicate fragrance slowly filled the room, and Song Sancheng couldn't help but take a deep breath. This time, he really felt that the Lord of the Land opened his eyes and showed up to them in the fields!
Have you ever smelled such fragrant tea in your life?
Zhou Maozhu looked at the upright hair tips in the cup, with pride and joy in his eyes at this moment:
“Thirty percent, your tea is really amazing this year!”
“I just finished the pot yesterday, and the aroma was immediately stimulated! When I finished it, I felt refreshed all over when I smelled it, and I felt more and more comfortable.”
"In the end, it became more and more fragrant as it was fried, and the whole yard smelled refreshing. It was just a bit refreshing, and I hadn't had a chance to taste it yet. Maybe it smelled too much. After staying up all night, I felt so refreshed now. Not sleepy yet.”
The finishing that Zhou Maozhu is talking about is not the finishing of the movie, but the initial step in their local roasting of tea leaves. It is mainly used to stimulate the aroma of tea, evaporate water, and make the tea leaves soft and easy to roll.
But just smelling the aroma of the tea during the frying process is so refreshing, and even Zhou Maozhu, a person who has worked in a large tea factory, said this...
Song Sancheng could not help but feel happy when he smelled the fragrant fragrance that filled the room again. At this time, Zhou Maozhu asked sheepishly: "Thirty percent, how do you plan to sell this tea? When the tea is finished roasting, can you get me a pound?"
How to sell?
Song Sancheng doesn’t know either!
He just knew that his daughter was capable, and the wild vegetables in the field could be weighed into twenty-one kilograms. This tea... didn't dare to think about it.
But at this moment, Zhou Maozhu's request was not too much.
He began to think that the output was small and it only took a few hours to fry tea leaves. The wage negotiated with Zhou Maozhu was one hundred and twenty a day. With his craft, if you go out to work, it will be more tiring, but you can earn at least three to four hundred yuan a day!
No matter how expensive this tea is, usually the pig butcher has to bring something back, so just give it!
Song Sancheng made the decision:
“Lao Zhou, I think our tea mountain will produce a lot this year. I guess you will have to stay up late every night during this period. It will definitely work if you give me some tea leaves.”
“But we can’t say for sure about the weather and production. Anyway, if it’s going to be pretty much the same as today, then I’ll make the decision—”
“Let’s do this, I’ll give you a pound of tea tomorrow morning!”
“Two pounds of tea before the rain.”
“If there is more to follow, how about a total of five kilograms of summer tea and autumn tea?”
Most Maojian tea is the most expensive during the period before Qingming, followed by Grain Rain, and then falls to another big level when it comes to summer tea.
Of course, there is summer tea in summer, and white dew tea in autumn. Each has its own taste. It all depends on whether these teas this year are worth the long investment.
Song Sancheng's gift was indeed generous.
It was all because of Zhou Maozhu's attentiveness and honesty that someone else would secretly scrape together one tael a day while frying tea leaves, which would make a lot in a month.
Song Sancheng smiled sheepishly: "As you know, my family, Tantan, is in charge of this now, and we, as parents, are here to help her."
The implication is that no matter how much he is given, he cannot give, nor can he be the master.
Zhou Maozhu was satisfied, even overjoyed.
“Okay, okay! Ok, okay! I know that the tea you sell must be expensive! Don’t worry, I will fry the tea leaves for you well, and there will be no waste at all.”
“Oh,” he had already begun to rub his hands and sighed: “You said there are so many good tea leaves, so I have to save the tea before the rain and drink it slowly.”
"If the summer tea is of this quality, it would be better than the thousands of teas sold outside to give to my son as a gift."
Song Sancheng laughed: "You give your son a gift and you also pick summer tea? Why don't you pick rain tea?"
However, Zhou Maozhu shook his head:
“You don’t understand. I’ve never tasted such good tea in my life. Why are you giving me such an exaggerated gift?”
The most important thing is, five kilograms of summer tea, one kilogram at a time, in case someone wants more after drinking, it is convenient to strike while the iron is hot!
“We are just a family, so we can do what we can. Summer tea is fine.”
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(End of this chapter)