Across the Far Mountain Tea Farmers

The Xiong family couldn't hide what happened to Wen Lun.

Wen Lun ran up the mountain frequently during this time, and this man would go on for days without moving, and the villagers who worked on the mountain would react as long as they had a heart.

"Why hasn't Master Wen seen anyone these days?"

"It seems to be impossible."

"Ah? What's going on?"

"I saw Young Master Wen being carried down two days ago."

"Hiss... No way? However, Young Master Wen's health is not very good. "

"What if this person goes?"

"Hey! It's not the same whether you go or not. Could it be that such a big stall is closed as soon as it is closed? Xiong Da still has a bunch of colleagues."

"Too."

Wen Lun frowned when he heard the chirping and crooked voice.Then he heard some other villagers' words, and stretched his brows again.A small half of the first batch of tea seedlings bought by the village head were given to other people. Now there are masters and old tea farmers from tea farms who give free guidance on planting and tea making. Now they all regret it.Don't expect them to think that they are unlucky. Now every family is making trouble. Almost every family that bought the tea seedlings is very lively.

Wen Lun has been "under house arrest" by Xiong Da for the past few days, and spends almost every day relying on "radio dramas" to relieve boredom.He put down the book and stood up, Yao Qing looked up at him almost immediately.

Wen Lun said weakly: "I'm just walking, in the room." How did he know that he would faint, and there was nothing wrong with his body? Even the old doctor Hua said he was fine, so why would he have no freedom of movement? Woolen cloth?

Yao Qing stared at him unrelentingly, emphasizing: "Don't leave the room."

Whether it is a tea garden or a medicine garden or the dormitory of a tea factory under construction, people are inseparable, otherwise Xiong Da would be very happy to be the prison leader himself.Xiong Da is not there now, Yao Qing is monitoring inside, Li Er is outside, and Bi He is outside the door.Wen Lun did not have the ability to pass five levels and kill six generals. As a real weak chicken, he could only be monitored around the clock.

There is nothing wrong with the house, but there is no Internet in this place, and there are only a few books that I read over and over again, and the books I have read in my memory, so boring!

Standing at the window, Wen Lun looked at the tea leaves drying in the yard, and submitted an application to the prison chief: "Ah Qing, my little uncle doesn't leave the room, can we do something?"

Yao Qing didn't even think about it, and said firmly, "No."

Wen Lun didn't argue, and sighed long, looking out the window with yearning.

Yao Qing picked up the book and continued to read.

Wen Lun glanced down and sighed again, all kinds of helplessness were boring and lifeless.

Yao Qing tightened his hand holding the book, and whispered, "What does little uncle want to do?"

Wen Lun shook his head: "Forget it, I won't make things difficult for you."

Yao Qing looked at Wen Lun, put down the book, and jumped off the chair: "Little Martial Uncle, but it's all right." Uncle Da Xiong said that it's fine to not let Junior Martial Uncle go out. Other things shouldn't matter, right?

Wen Lun patted the two small corners of Yao Qing's head, smiled and shook his head: "Little uncle is fine, Ah Qing can just read." After speaking, he sat back on the chair again, holding a volume of books, The eyes looked out the window.

Yao Qing frowned, climbed up the chair, saw the tea leaves outside the window, and realized something.

Those are all picked from the wild tea in the valley.After the tea growers from the tea farm came, they picked a batch before pruning. Anyway, it was for technical exchange, and they didn't pay much attention to the quality of the tea.In other words, as a teaching tool, this kind of carelessness is good.At least the loss due to teaching will not be too great.

The place that used to be a temporary tea factory is now under construction, and all the teaching sites have been moved to the yard of the Xiong family.

The tea masters are seriously demonstrating, and the future tea masters who have been selected next to them keep their eyes on every step of the tea masters.

Tea making is a big subject, and it is impossible to master it well in a short period of time.Moreover, there are many varieties of tea leaves. For each type of tea, it is very complicated from the part of the tea leaves to be selected, how to dry and fry, whether it needs to be fermented, the degree of fermentation, and the firewood that needs to be scented.

The master tea makers from the three tea houses can only know a few specialties together.Just these few types are enough for them to learn.

Wen Lun leaned on the chair, while watching the tea masters explain, while capturing every detail of the tea.

Yao Qing took a look, then silently climbed down from the chair, went out to call Li Er.

Wen Lun raised his brows, and Xiao Xiao bared his teeth, not at all guilty of deceiving the child's sympathy.After a while, Bihe walked up to the tea maker. The tea maker was stunned for a while, then greeted his apprentice, and moved the tools to the window of Wen Lun's room.

Wen Lun nodded with a smile.

Yao Qing came in, shook his head and sighed, and suddenly realized what Wen Lun said - the body is the capital of revolution.The boy decided to practice martial arts harder now, and there is a long way to go to educate the villagers. There are many dangers in the [-]-mile mountains. He must have a good body in order to educate more mountain people.The Great Tea Village is just the beginning!

Wen Lun didn't know what Yao Qing was thinking.In his tutoring career, Yao Qing is one of the most worry-free students, that is, he often does not know what children are thinking in their hearts, and always feels that he has a sense of mission and responsibility when he makes up his mind in various ways .

As autumn approached, the tea masters and old tea farmers in the tea house all went back.One of the busiest times in the tea garden, even the old county uncle couldn't force people to stay in the big tea village because of his face.

The picking and making of autumn tea is more careful than that of spring tea, and every step of picking is handled by experienced masters.Even a big tea house like Junxian Tea House doesn't have many master masters.

Speaking of which, there were only six of them in total, but as soon as they left Dacha Village, Wen Lun felt that the whole village became quiet.

Xiong Da was also a little free.The accountants and housekeepers have gradually come in handy, and the infrastructure in the tea factory and dormitory is almost ready.

When the villagers began to harvest the crops, the tea garden also tried to pick a batch of autumn tea.The number is very small, but the yard is covered with sun.

After repeated and in-depth negotiations between Wen Lun and Xiong Da, Xiong Da finally agreed to allocate a small pile of tea for Wen Lun to play with.

That's right, just play.

However, Young Master Wen's status is different. Even if he is playing, he is very high-end. The maids around him are waiting for him, and the prison boss is watching.

The same steps, Wen Lun's every step is a bit of a joke when others take it.He almost skipped the step of judging and started directly.The master has experience. Only through experience can he judge the subtle differences and know when each step should start and when it should end.

Wen Lun's behavior, at first glance, is open and closed, but at the most straightforward point, it is a waste of good things.

Especially Li Er, looking at the tea leaves under Wen Lun's hands, his heart bleeds.

Don't look at the whole yard is full of tea now, but when it is finished, there is not much at all.

The villagers planted a small amount, and the family could harvest even less.Differences in the quality of tea leaves result in huge differences in prices.The villagers treat tea more seriously than harvested crops.

But the crops have to be dried and put into the warehouse, and the tea leaves have to be dried, and the drying is more delicate.There are only a few places in the mountains that are suitable for drying. During this time, the villagers have to do a few games almost every day for the site.

Coupled with the mischievous mischief of free-range imps, the whole village has almost turned upside down.

Wen Lun's small pile of tea leaves has shrunk by more than half, and now it's time to start roasting the tea.

In the past, he had a professor who also liked to fry tea by himself, and there was a tea garden at home.A few brothers and sisters also went to visit and practice. It is a real mountain, a nature reserve, and the Yunwu tea produced in the mountains above 800 meters above sea level. Soak, that taste...Wen Lun has never drank it before, but this can't stop Wen Lun's longing.

The stove is set up, the pine wood is lit, and the big iron pot is slightly tilted.After making preparations, Wen Lun sat on a small bench, stretched his hand a little away from the iron pot to feel the temperature, and when he felt that it was almost the same, he grabbed a handful of tea and put it into the pot.The tea must be heated evenly, so keep turning it with your hands.

Well, directly by hand.

Young Master Wen, a "gentleman" who has never even held a spatula, almost cooked a paw.

Recently, this kind of accident happened to novices in tea making. It is just Wen Lun's delicate skin and tender meat, so it seems more serious.

Ointments are readily available.Huayong had expected it a long time ago, and had already configured a lot in advance.

Xiong Da's brows were so wrinkled that they could pinch mosquitoes to death.

Wen Lun patted him on the forehead with his other intact hand: "Tsk, I'm not a little girl, I'm just a little red." Not even a blister came out, so is there any need to make such a fuss?It is also wrapped in gauze, which is really enough.

Xiong Da still felt uncomfortable: "Daughter-in-law, you like stir-fried tea so much?" Can't you just let someone else do it?There are many talented people in the tea factory, especially the master tea makers who teach so openly.It is enough for the daughter-in-law to read books and learn at home, why bother to do those rough jobs?

Wen Lun nodded without hesitation: "Yeah." After a pause, he lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "I used to be young and ignorant. My father must be troubled by my reading like this."

Xiong Da's heart skipped a beat, looking at his daughter-in-law's head spinning, his throat seemed to be choked and he couldn't make a sound.

Wen Lun continued to play the sad card: "Anyway, that's it. There is a tea garden, and I can pass the time. I'd better leave it to Ah Qing to study and learn." Wen Lun couldn't hear Xiong Da's answer, so he looked up carefully. Eyes, startled by Xiong Da's reddish eye sockets, "What's wrong with you?" He didn't say anything too provocative, right?

Xiong Da shook his head, stretched out his arms to hug him, and said after a long time: "If you want to learn how to make tea, go ahead." Whether it is the old county uncle's standpoint or his standpoint, Wen Lun is not allowed to be an official in the court.

Especially as a general, since ancient times, the imperial power has most tabooed collusion between civil and military forces.The civil official group and the military official group have been at war throughout the dynasties, and it is not just as simple as dislike each other.With his own status, even if Wen Lun became an official, he would not have much development, and would even be involved in the strife of various forces. It would be better to be a happy tea farmer under his protection.