Shenhao UP Lord

Chapter 171 You think too much!

Find Weng Laosan according to the address. The old man in his early sixties let him go up the mountain with a bamboo basket without saying a word?

"Grandpa?" Looking at the thick military cotton coat being handed over, Gou Tuanzi asked in confusion, "Why do you wear it so thick?"

"Women have never been to the mountains, have they?" Weng Lao San chuckled, looked at the four delicate beauties and said, "The mountain fog conference will freeze to death!"

"Boss, us?" Ding Xu looked at the four people who were about to cry, and asked, "Does your family have the kind of clothes that girls on TV specialize in picking tea?"

"I'll buy!"

"Those are all lies!" Weng Laosan snorted, "Who would pick tea and wear something like that?"

"Forget it, it seems to be available in the small five store at the door, you go and have a look, let me tell you how cheap it is!"

After listening to the four vases, they turned around and left, even if they beat their mother to death, they would not be in front of the camera!
Ding Xu smiled helplessly, and started chatting with Weng Laosan, briefly explaining the plan to shoot a video later, the old man not only did not refuse, but happily said: "Good publicity!"

"In the past, there was no road in the village. Who knew the Longjing in Wengjiashan was so good?"

"In the past few years, the government has vigorously promoted that many foreigners like you come to the village to buy tea from thousands of miles away. I will take people up the mountain every two or three days. Our tea is reasonably priced, and it is guaranteed to be better than those fakes outside!"

Fat Tiger and Zhang took all kinds of materials, and it took more than 20 minutes for the four vases to come back. Xiao Ying said indignantly: "The boss dares to ask for five hundred for this body?"

"Ugly!"

Ding Xu looked at the so-called tea-picking women's suit. To put it bluntly, it was a set of blue cloth floral soil clothes, at most a small hat on the head, and no cloth shoes?
Forget it, I'll only shoot the upper body later, I can't afford to lose that person!
Everyone went up the mountain, all the way up the stairs.The higher you go up, the wider the field of vision. Looking around and looking down, there are tea trees all over the mountains and fields, and a piece of greenery stretches to the horizon.

It was nothing at first, but it got colder and colder as we walked. Fortunately, I had a military coat, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to bear it?
"Although our Wengjia mountain is not high, but the water is high, and the fog sticks to the body, can it not be cold?" Weng Laosan joked: "Now you young people are too weak, even worse than old men!"

Ding Xu looked at the dead fat tiger who was panting and handed the camera to Xiao Hei, did you hear that?
"Look, all the tea here is called West Lake Longjing, and Longjing takes Shifeng as the top grade." Walking halfway up the mountain, Weng Laosan pointed to the distance and said: "Since ancient times, Mingqian tea has been regarded as the best treasure. Katayama grows Shifeng Longjing!"

Ding Xu took a few deep breaths, faced the camera and smiled, "Have you seen it, brothers?"

"This is the authentic Shifeng Longjing!"

"Brother Xu will show you how Longjing is harvested today?"

"GO!"

Continuing to climb up, Weng Laosan introduced the many brands erected on both sides as he walked. Some of them have ancient histories, and some were just established a few years ago. They claim that each of them is the pride of the people of Wengjia Village.

Especially in 04, the government set up a stone stele for the West Lake Longjing tea base first-class protection area for Wengjiashan Village. After talking for a full 10 minutes, Ding Xu was also drunk.

When he finally came to his tea field, he straightened his back and proudly said: "Although there are only more than 300 households in Wengjiashan Village, there are more than 800 tea farmers alone, and the surrounding two square kilometers are tea gardens."

"Thanks to God's rewarding food, you can see that there is Tianzhu Mountain in the north, which can not only block the cold northwest wind, but also absorb the humid air from the south."

"Let the valley maintain sufficient humidity and temperature, covered with fog all year round, plus lush forests, criss-cross streams, fertile soil, mostly acidic sandy loess, good ventilation and water permeability, rich in phosphorus, calcium, magnesium and other minerals..."

Ding Xu was also helpless, he didn't expect old man Weng to be so eloquent in citing scriptures?

Unable to bear it any longer, he walked to a tea tree and said, "Tell us why Longjing is so good?"

"Just having the right time and place is definitely not enough!" Weng Laosan walked up to Ding Xu with confident steps and pointed out: "The most important thing is the good craftsmanship passed down from generation to generation!"

"This mountain has to be walked four or five times a day. This is the root of our Wengjia Mountain. For generations, every household has grown and picked their own fried tea, so they have confidence in their hearts!"

Feeling the pride of the old man from the bottom of his heart, he signaled Lao Zhang to look around the camera. The tea fields are connected one by one. Just looking at them, he felt that the tea trees were not planted there, but a family of tea farmers.

If a square tea field represents a family, it will cost hundreds of dollars to connect together...

This is called EMI!
"Let me tell you how to see Longjing well!" Weng Laosan carefully grabbed a tea tree with his callused hands, and showed it: "Tea is a time-honored herb. Picking it three days earlier is a treasure, and picking it three days later will turn it into grass." .”

"The most important thing is to pick every flower that should be picked, not to pick any that should be picked, and not to pick any that should not be picked. When the buds and leaves grow very fast and there is no time to pick them."

"If it is spring tea, it must be harvested in late March when a few tender tips have just emerged, one bud and one leaf, every day or every other day, and it will end before the beginning of summer."

"One more day or one less day will not work!"

Ding Xu hurriedly called the four vases over and asked Weng Laosan to teach how to pick tea. He thought it would be a simple matter, but he didn't expect it to be that way at all.

Especially for Mingqian tea, the buds are like lotus hearts, even if a local skilled tea picker can only pick 12 taels of buds at most every day?

There are [-] buds in a pound of dry tea!
"Slower!"

"The hand shape is wrong!"

"What are you doing so hard!"

"It's not time yet!"

Seeing the four big vases being scolded by the old man, Ding Xu was also speechless, as expected of 360 lines, it is not easy to do anything well!

It took more than half an hour to get started with the four vases, took off the military coat, and started to shoot various poses, and was promoted to COS Tea Picker.

"Grandpa, let me ask you something?" Fat Tiger suddenly moved to Weng Laosan's side, and said meanly, "Have you ever heard of virgin tea?"

"I heard that the ancient emperor had to let the virgin bite off some tea one by one, is it true?"

"Are you stupid?" Weng Laosan squinted at Fat Tiger and mocked: "Look at how many years it will take my daughter to chew through such a large tea field?"

Fat Tiger: "..."

Everyone roared with laughter, and Weng Laosan explained: "It may have existed in ancient times. It was also said to please the emperor, and it has nothing to do with tea."

"There are only two criteria for good tea, one is the variety and water and soil, and the other is the craftsmanship passed down from generation to generation!"

"Old man, I started to learn crafts at the age of twelve or thirteen. The level of technology has a great influence on the quality. Traditionally, women in West Lake Longjing tea are picked by women, and men are in charge of frying tea."

"Shaking, belting, squeezing, throwing, straightening, stretching, grinding, buckling, pressing, grasping!"

"Each family has its own unique skills, and the taste of each family's frying is different. Only the green leaves in Phnom Penh are worthy of the Shifeng Longjing produced in Wengjia Mountain!"

(End of this chapter)