Chapter 118 118. Tea Sophora japonica and spring bamboo shoots
Tea, who among the middle-aged and old doesn’t love this?
Uncle Song was really excited: "How much does it cost to pick tea per day?"
Ulan didn't hide it either: "150, my tea leaves have become fatter this year, and they grow well. One day It can be harvested for about five kilograms. How many years has your family been left alone? You have to pick the buds, otherwise they will grow tall and thin, swaying in the wind.
The tips of the buds will also become longer and thinner, and less likely to weigh on the scale.
When one stands in a tea tree like this, one cannot see the end. To pick tea leaves, one has to pull down the branches first.
When Ulan said he picked three pounds a day, he was talking about high efficiency!
Although Uncle Song has been abandoned for many years, he has not forgotten everything. He knows how his own tea mountains are doing.
In other places, as long as the transportation is better, such tea gardens can be contracted out to those big tea merchants. But here, tea is not famous, the mountain roads are difficult to walk, and the places are scattered...< br>
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 on the market only costs two or three hundred yuan, and the good ones only cost five or six hundred. You can drink it if you buy it. Don’t worry.”
“If you hire someone to pick tea, it won’t cost you one pound of dry tea a day, but it will cost you one or two hundred dollars. Why bother to buy tea?”
This meant something, but Wulan breathed a sigh of relief,
If it’s not cost-effective, it’s not cost-effective. After all, his family hired someone to fry tea, 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, the fresh leaves are dried for several hours and then started in the middle of the night. Although the sifting process is omitted, the tea leaves are still fresh every day. It's not easy either.
If Uncle Song really wanted to fire them together, wouldn't it be a loss of her family's favor?
Mao Li refused, but Ulan was still happy.
Unexpectedly, I could only be happy for a minute. I only heard Uncle Song pondering for a moment: "Ulan, how do you sell this tea in your family? Give me a pound. I, my family, can drink it with confidence."
Wulan:...
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 will not weigh a pound. If I can't squeeze it out, the original excuse is no longer appropriate.
Nothing else to say.
"How can there be——"
Uncle Song was just about to ask when he suddenly thought of the purple milkvetch costing twenty yuan a pound. He was silent for a while and then stopped.
He thought to himself: If it cost one thousand yuan a pound, he would really be reluctant to buy it! How embarrassing.
After thinking about it, Mao Li and Sun Yanyan quickly ran away with the big plastic basket -
It’s impossible not to run!
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 two lettuces. Without saying anything, Mao Li put the basket forward and started pulling it out along the vegetable bed.
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.
The aunt pulled three lettuce sticks and two handfuls of garlic sprouts, and she was ready to give up. He turned around and looked:
Oops!
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had already pulled a small pile, and they couldn't help but wonder:
"What are you doing with so many bamboo shoots? You can't eat them all."
Auntie is She is stingy, but she is stingy with skill, unlike others who just eat the same dish every meal to save money. If that were the case, her Lao Zhu would have been unable to bear the temptation to lift the table. Even now, the bamboo shoots have grown so big that one bamboo shoot is enough for a family of three to eat 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 take one pill every other day, you can eat it for a week!
So Auntie thought, if the freshness is guaranteed, three sticks would be the most suitable.
Besides, aren’t there still garlic sprouts? Go back and stir-fry bacon, scrambled eggs, and anything. It’s perfect.
Look at Mao Li and her daughter-in-law, they are planning to empty the vegetable garden and set up stalls in the vegetable market!
But now every household has lettuce left in their garden. It’s so cheap, right?
Feeling her aunt's surprised gaze, Mao Li smiled: "Oh, things in this city are expensive. Our mother said it's fine even if we talk about it, so I'll bring more back. Your brother now loves the food from his hometown.”
Song Hongmei is carefree, but she is not stupid.
Why does her brother like to eat? You guys obviously want to take advantage! So I glanced at the silly mother-in-law and daughter-in-law and said:
"Then you take your time, I'll go back and clean up the bamboo shoots."
He turned around and walked out of the vegetable garden.
When I went 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, here are the Sophora japonica flowers for you."
Qiao Qiao held the plastic bag and poured the Sophora japonica flowers into it, looking at Auntie, she was overjoyed.
"Oh, my nephew still loves me. Look at our Qiao Qiao, how good it is! This Sophora japonica is also good, it smells sweet. When it blooms, I make steamed eggs at night. If it doesn't bloom, I will look back. Fried..."
After saying this, he pinched a few flowers and stuffed them into his mouth. The more they chewed, the sweeter they became.
I have never experienced this taste after eating sophora flowers since I was a child!
The aunt stopped and said, "Tan Tan, I think your flowers are very good. Don't eat them. Don't eat them. Take them and sell them. Someone will definitely buy them for twenty yuan a pound."
Song Tan was helpless - she was sure someone would buy it, but the problem was that the quantity was too small. Three or five pounds was not enough to cover gas expenses.
If you have more spiritual energy, you must have a basic base.
Otherwise, if those two acacia trees bloom a hundred pounds of flowers, her mother will not be able to pass the test!
Just put it all in the bag generously:
"Auntie, you are good at cooking. Let's take them all back to eat. If we want to eat, there are some on the tree."
With so many vegetables, after blanching the Sophora japonica flowers, they can still be frozen and stored. My aunt is simply overjoyed!
After thinking for a while, he reluctantly took out a small piece and said, "Let your uncle have a taste, otherwise they will complain again."
Seeing that there was no one around, he took it out from his arms again. With a handful of cash, I took out five yuan with great difficulty. After thinking about it, I took out another five yuan and gave it to Qiaoqiao:
"My dear, I didn't bring you anything to eat this time. You can get it yourself." Go buy something to eat, don’t let your aunt know about it.”
It stands to reason that there should be a commercial push at this time, for example, I don't want it, for example you keep it...
But Song Tan didn't, and instead helped Qiao Qiao stuff the ten yuan, and then took it from under the wall. He picked up the hoe:
“Auntie, the spring bamboo shoots are growing very tender in the bamboo forest, would you like some?”
Blanched spring bamboo shoots can be dried in the sun!
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)