Chapter 271 The Old Tea Tree with Miraculous Effects
In the wedding party, those who were invited by Zhou Yang’s family to have a drink were basically young people from the village.
Everyone has a good drinking capacity, and before going out, they made sure to complete the task with Sister-in-law Zhou and his wife.
Now, they are trying their best. It is impossible to drink them all.
But everyone who came forward drank a few stools, and at least one person from the other party basically came down.
In the end, almost all the people in the wedding team who came to drink were there, but there were still many people standing on the other side.
There is no way, this is their base camp after all, and I can’t bear the large number of people.
If you really have no choice, you can let the elders take the lead, but in this case, you may lose a bit in momentum.
Looking at the remaining half of the stool, Zhang An knew it was time for him to take action.
Su Ying looked at Zhang An worriedly when she saw how much wine was left.
Although she knew that her man's drinking capacity was unusual, she felt a little worried when he drank so much.
She has never seen a Miao family wedding or a Miao family married daughter, so she came here specifically to take a look.
After all, they were a couple. Zhang An could feel Su Ying's emotions. He turned around and gave her a reassuring smile, then walked out of the crowd and walked towards the bench where the wine was placed.
Not only the people on Chang Qing’s side were looking at Zhang An, but many people on Chen Wenwen’s family were also staring at Zhang An.
Everyone in the village knew that Zhang An had an unusual amount of alcohol, but no one knew how much he could drink because no one had ever seen Zhang An drunk.
As for Mao Maoqing, it was because the last time Zhou Yang came over to give out horoscopes, many people were convinced by Zhang An.
This time, even though Zhang An did not show up at first, everyone saw him coming and no one dared to ignore him.
Looking at the time, it was getting late. Although there was no sun, there were mats and pig legs ready to be served in the square plate.
Although I am not worried about it being damaged, it is still very tiring after all.
So Zhang An suggested that you don’t have to drink a bowl of this wine and I drink a bowl of it, which is a waste of time.
If we continue like this, it will definitely delay the opening of the banquet.
Just hold the wine in your hand and drink it, whatever you drink is what you get.
When the relatives of Chen Wenwen's family heard this, they also thought this was the case, so they followed Zhang An's suggestion.
Zhang An picked up a bowl of wine, asked the woman's family as a gift, and drank it all in one gulp.
Then bowls of flower wine were poured into Zhang An's mouth like water.
At the beginning, the opponent could still keep up with Zhang An's rhythm.
But within two minutes, they discovered that Zhang An had already thrown away several of their stools.
As a last resort, they called a few people to join them.
It doesn’t matter if the momentum is low, it’s better than having a bunch left over when others finish drinking, which would be a shame.
During this period, several peers from the village took Zhang An’s place for a while.
Zhang An also used excuses to go to the toilet several times.
Otherwise, there was so much wine, although Zhang An poured most of it into the space.
But in other people's eyes, he just drank until he got into his stomach. If in the end they found that Zhang An's stomach had not changed at all, it would definitely be unreasonable.
So Zhang An also used the excuse of going to the toilet to make everyone think that he had queued up some, which seemed more reasonable.
At the end of the day, after finishing the wine, Zhang An's face turned slightly red.
As for Mao Maoqing and those who were accompanying him while drinking, they all started to look up to him, but they all wrote "faith" in capital letters to Zhang An.
They were still a little dissatisfied after being drunk by Zhang An last time, and were ready to find some trouble this time.
But now, everyone has no idea in their mind.
For Zhang An, they all felt that they could not drink more.
After finishing the wine, the woman’s family opened the door generously and invited the wedding team into the main room.
The tasks of Brother Zhang An have been successfully completed, and the remaining matters are matters between the elders of the Zhou family and Zhou Yang.
Because the main room is not too big and there are not many people standing inside, many relatives and friends of the Chen family come in to join in the fun.
Zhang An and Zhang Ping are not people who like to be busy, so they bring the offerings to the table and place them to make room for others.
Seeing Zhang An and others coming out, the people waiting at the door accompanied them to the table nearby and started bragging and drinking tea.
These people are all Chen Wenwen's cousins. They know that Zhang An and the others have a very good relationship with their brother-in-law, so they accompany the guests personally.
No one mentioned drinking during the dinner. After all, there was a plague god here, and they were all convinced.
Everyone has tea in front of them. This tea is a unique variety of Maomaoqing - big tree tea.
I heard from the old people that there is an old tea tree that has been growing for hundreds of years in the middle of Maomaoqing Village.
From the beginning, it was a main trunk, and it slowly grew into a large clump.
Although the tea leaves on this tea tree are not as green and tender as the tea tips picked from the tea trees on the top of the mountain.
But after the villagers prepared the large tea leaves themselves, the tea brewed had a different taste.
Now only the people in their village pick and drink this tea, and no one outside likes it.
But Zhang An remembered that many years later, the reputation of the tea from this old tea tree had spread far and wide.
Because in later generations, I don’t know when, someone suddenly started studying the tea leaves of this tea tree.
The final results show that if you regularly drink tea made from old tea tree leaves, it will have the effect of lowering blood pressure over time.
And the effect is very gratifying, and there is little rebound after lowering it.
You must know that in a few decades, as everyone's living standards improve, the living environment will change.
There are more and more people with high blood pressure, and even the age of the disease is increasing.
So at that time, the tea leaves of this tea tree could lower blood pressure and were sought after by many people.
After all, antihypertensive drugs can only last for several hours if taken, and the side effects are very serious, so you have to take them every day.
As time goes by, it will cost a lot of money just to buy medicine.
But this tea has no side effects on the body and has no taboos. It is just like drinking tea on a daily basis. Who wouldn’t like it?
When they are not famous, the old tea trees can still grow well and sprout normally every year.
But after it became famous, more and more people came to pick it. In less than two weeks, such a large clump of old tea trees was completely bald.
The most outrageous thing is that not even the old leaves that fell to the ground are left.
Finally, word of this reached the county, and in order to save the old tea tree, the tree was tagged.
At this point, there are clear requirements for the picking time and amount of picking each year.
But in this day and age, even if everyone knows that the tea leaves of this tea tree have the effect of lowering blood pressure, no one will pay attention to it.
After all, in this era, everyone's living standards are not high, there is not enough oil and water on weekdays, and the range of people with high blood pressure is still relatively small.
Even hereditary essential hypertension only begins to increase after the age of 50 or 60.
But after Zhang An drank this tea today, he suddenly remembered this and wanted to plant some side seedlings in the space. Although it is not needed now, as time goes by, this thing will definitely work in the future.
Not to mention anything else, Zhang An’s own father, Zhang Jianguo, was diagnosed with hereditary essential hypertension in later generations.
Although there are various health-preserving medicinal wines at home, their living standards have improved a lot now.
In this regard, Zhang An is now worried that his father's high blood pressure will come earlier than in future generations.
In later generations, Zhang Jianguo measured his blood pressure several times in the hospital and found a high pressure of 190 or even 200. This is no joke.
And there is not only Zhang Jianguo in their family, but also Zhang An's two uncles.
When they were in later generations, the brothers took antihypertensive drugs every day to maintain their condition.
Although later generations knew that Maomaoqing had big tree tea that lowered blood pressure, it was already protected by the county at that time.
The tea leaves picked every year are basically auctioned off at high prices, and they don’t even have a chance to bid.
Although the current financial situation of the family is not bad, if these things can be prepared early, there is no need to put it off until the end.
"Xiaoyuan, is this tea picked from the old tea tree in the middle of your village?"
Zhang An picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of the golden tea, then talked to Chen next to him. Yuan spoke.
Chen Yuan is Chen Wenwen's younger brother, who is about the same age as Huang Ming.
After learning about Zhang An’s deeds from Zhou Yang’s mouth, he especially admired Zhang An.
Every time Zhang An comes, he likes to stay with Zhang An and the others.
And the age difference is not too big, and they have common topics, and their parents and elders are also happy to see Chen Yuan and Zhang An together.
"Yes, Uncle An, my dad likes to come back to drink hemp tea every year."
Because Chen Wenwen married Zhou Yang, Chen Yuan followed Zhou Yang to take care of Zhang. An called Uncle.
“I think the tea from the big tree is not as delicious as the tea from the mountain, but the old man likes it very much.”
This big tree tea can feel a little bitter when you first take it into your mouth, but it will slowly become sweet after you drink it.
Most young people will not like this taste. Only some elderly people like this taste.
As for Maomaoqing, many people have been drinking it for many years and are already used to it. For example, people of Chen Yuan’s father’s generation can’t live without this thing.
“Actually, this tea is pretty good. There’s no harm in drinking more of it. It has its own advantages as the bud tips from the top of the mountain. But you won’t get used to it yet, and you’ll know its benefits in the future. ”
Although Zhang An said this, Chen Yuan didn’t take it to heart. He thought it was just tea, what good could it do.
You can’t sell these large tea leaves for much money, and they can’t even match the bud tips on the top of the mountain. At least you can still get a good price after picking them.
"It's still early, let's go to the village and take a look at the old tea trees."
When Zhang An mentioned it, everyone had no objections and they also wanted to go out for a walk.
Anyone who has had a banquet in the countryside knows that before the banquet begins, many people like to sit together and brag and spank.
When many people get excited about talking, they unconsciously raise their voices a lot.
When there are too many people, it will be very noisy. Even people who don't like silence will want to find a quiet place after staying for a long time.
Zhang An took Su Ying and walked out of Chen Yuan's house. Zhang Ping and the others walked slowly behind.
From the small road at the entrance of the village, walking all the way in, the middle of the village today is the quietest place.
Because most of the people in their village went to Chen Yuan's house to help with work, even some adults and children went there to join in the fun.
There are not many families in Maomaoqing Village, maybe thirty or forty households.
The houses are made of wood and stone. In addition to the slate roofs, there are also some blue and black earthen tiles.
As the wind blows, curls of green smoke gradually rise from some roofs.
When we arrived at the middle of the village, there was a large open space where the tea tree was located, and next to it was the well that used to use water in their village.
This vacant land is not small, similar to the old well in Changqing. It was specially set aside by everyone. No one built a house here, and even if they did, everyone in the village would not agree.
Passing the well, Zhang An took a glance and found that the surroundings of the well were covered with weeds and moss.
It is estimated that since tap water was introduced in their village, this well has become neglected.
In comparison, the old well in Changqing Village is well protected.
Now the outside of the old well has been re-reinforced by the village. The surrounding area is paved with bluestone slabs, and the underground drainage ditches have also been dredged and dug.
When people who don’t know see it, they think that the people in Changqing Village carry water from the old well every day.
When you come under the tea tree, you can see that this old tea tree has grown tall and big.
The tea tree has never been a shrub, so many branches grow from its roots in the ground.
It’s just that the trunk in the middle is very thick, allowing people to see that it is the most primitive branch.
On the ground under the tea trees, you can see many lateral seedlings about a foot high.
Part of these saplings grew out of tea fruits that fell to the ground and sprouted.
There are also some side seedlings that grow directly from the roots of old tea trees.
After turning around a few times, Zhang An squatted on the ground and began to feel around. Then he pulled out a few side seedlings that were growing well, and wrapped the torn roots with dark soil.
Zhang An planned to plant these in the space. He did not choose independent saplings grown from tea fruits.
Because it does not grow from the main root, Zhang An is worried that it will have no effect if planted.
In fact, he really wanted to dig up a grown tea tree, but it was something from his village, so digging it directly would be a bit blatant.
"Uncle An, what are you doing pulling out some saplings?"
Chen Yuan asked curiously as he watched Zhang An pull out a few small saplings.
It’s not that Zhang An’s house doesn’t have tea. On the contrary, he has drunk tea from Zhang An’s house.
In comparison, he felt that the big tree tea was just like leaves.
"I think your old tea tree tastes pretty good, so I got a few seedlings and tried planting them."
While no one was paying attention, Zhang An had already done it Several side seedlings were placed in the space, and there are still two left on hand, which will be placed directly on Zhang Ping's carriage later.
In this way, the big tree tea cultivated at home will have a reason to show off to others.
"What did I think? Uncle, if you like this tea, I will bring dozens of kilograms to give it to you every year when I pick it."
This big tree tea is very good to pick. It's easy, you don't have to pick them bit by bit like picking the bud tips.
So Chen Yuan opened his mouth with dozens of kilograms of tea, which is not an exaggeration at all.
"That's not necessary. I just like to plant some flowers and plants, so when I saw this tea tree, I wanted to move a few tea trees back and try planting them."
If it were someone else, plant it. If the tea tree is not used for drinking tea, Chen Yuan will think there is something wrong with his brain.
But the person who said this was Zhang An, so Chen Yuan was not surprised.
After all, Zhang An’s family grew a lot of things, all dug from the mountains, including the animals he raised.
At this time, Chen Yuan only had one thought, it would be great to have money. If his family had money, he would be like Zhang An, growing flowers and plants, raising small animals to cultivate his sentiments.
(End of this chapter)