Chapter 55 55. Tea quality
Song Sancheng quickly responded: "Here it is, waiting!"
Hurry up and pick up the pole and go down the mountain.
Standing at the door is Zhou Maozhu from the same village. He was entrusted to fry the tea at home this time.
Frying tea leaves also depends on the heat. Some are too strong, and some are too raw. The finished product is always not satisfactory. Only Zhou Maozhu worked in those big tea factories for a long time when he was young. Now, The craftsmanship is 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 lush this time that five people picked a lot of tea. Zhou Maozhu didn’t have a tea frying machine at home, so he probably had to stay up all night.
But he has the best craftsmanship in the village, 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 face that was also full of vicissitudes of life:
"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 twenty-two ounces of hair tips were delivered. If you said there was no need to sift, then I didn’t sift. I think the ones I picked were quite pure and didn’t contain many leaves.”
< br>The most popular of their local teas 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 grabbed a handful of dried dark green tea with a layer of white velvet and showed it to him:
“Three and a half kilograms to one kilogram, and after frying, the total is a little more than seven kilograms. But. Didn’t you guys want to take it out? I deliberately dried it to make it easier to preserve.”
“But this time, I got five kilograms of dry tea. You will be free later. Just pick the leaves again.”
They all have done the work. As soon as Zhou Maozhu said the number, Song Sancheng knew whether it was right or not.
Smelling the refreshing fragrance of tea, he felt that his throat was parched. 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!"
High-quality Maojian must not be soaked in boiling water. It happens that the water in the thermos bottle at home is boiled early in the morning. It is an old thermos bottle. , the thermal insulation capacity is quite average, and the temperature is probably just right at this moment.
Song Sancheng took out two glasses, took two handfuls of tea leaves into them at a time, washed the tea briefly, and began to taste it impatiently.
——There is nothing professional or unprofessional, it all depends on experience.
As the crystal water brews, the dark green dry tea instantly rolls up in the water, and then slowly expands, showing a delicate emerald color.
A faint fragrance slowly filled the room, and Song Sancheng couldn't help but take a deep breath. This time, he really felt that the land lord 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 and 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 finalization Zhou Maozhu is talking about is not the finalization of the movie, but the final step in their local roasting of tea leaves, which is mainly used to stimulate the aroma of tea, evaporate water, and make the tea leaves soft and easy to roll.
Generally, tea leaves will have a wet tea aroma during this process, which is quite unique.
But just smelling the aroma of tea during the frying process is so refreshing, and it can make Zhou Maozhu, a person who has worked in a large tea factory, say this...
Song Sancheng smells it again Smelling the fragrant fragrance that filled the room, I couldn't help but feel happy. At this time, Zhou Maozhu asked sheepishly: "Sancheng, 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 catties. This tea... didn't dare to think about it.
But at this moment, Zhou Maozhu’s request was not excessive.
He began to think that the output was small and it only took a few hours to fry tea. 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:
"Old 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. Give me some tea leaves , it will definitely work.”
“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 will give you one pound of tea before tomorrow!"
"Two pounds of tea before rain."
"If there is more, then there will be a total of five pounds of summer tea and autumn tea." , how about it? "
Most Maojian tea is the most expensive during the period before Qingming, followed by Guyu, and then falls to a 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’s all because of Zhou Maozhu’s attentiveness and honesty. If someone else comes in, he secretly makes up one tael a day while frying tea leaves, which makes a lot in a month.
Song Sancheng smiled sheepishly: "As you know, my family, Tantan, is in charge of this now. We, as parents, are here to help her."
The implication is that no matter how much he is given, he cannot give and he cannot 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 started Rubbing his hands, he sighed and sighed: "You said there are so many good tea leaves, so I have to keep the rain tea for myself and drink it slowly."
"If summer tea has this quality, give it to my son. It’s better to give it as a gift than the ones that cost thousands outside.”
Song Sancheng laughed: “Why don’t you choose summer tea as a gift for your son?”
However, Zhou Maozhu shook his head:
"You don't understand. I've never tasted such good tea in my life. What kind of gift are you talking about? It's such an exaggeration!"
The most important thing is, five kilograms of summer tea, one kilogram at a time. , in case someone wants more after drinking, it’s 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)