Want to spend the rest of my life selling chrysanthemum tea

Heidan took another sip of chrysanthemum tea carefully, and waited for the special sweetness in his taste buds to dissipate before asking: "What's the story of this chrysanthemum tea?"

"A heart-touching story." Cui Xiaojing began to make up a serious story, "A long time ago, there was a mountain with a cave. When their husband and wife quarreled, they picked fresh chrysanthemums and made a pot of chrysanthemum tea. After drinking, they could calm down and listen to each other's thoughts. After they understood each other's thoughts enough, they reconciled as before. This couple I have been living happily in this mountain.”

"How? Isn't it touching?"

"It's not touching." Heitan whispered, "This is a very simple story." It's not touching, but kind of warm.

"Find a capable scholar to polish it." Cui Xiaojing knew his own level, "What I said wasn't twisty enough, so it wasn't attractive enough."

"I think your story, young master, is also very good." Heidan said seriously, "Everyone's life is already so difficult, why do you still have to listen to twists and turns when listening to a story?"

Cui Xiaojing: ...that makes sense, do you all like fairy tales?

On the same day, Heidan found an eloquent scholar to stand in front of the counter and tell everyone the story of chrysanthemum tea.

"Now this heart-to-heart chrysanthemum tea is the signature of our Cuijia Tea City." After Xiucai finished speaking, Heidan announced on the spot, "Today, everyone who ordered the heart-to-heart chrysanthemum tea will get a plate of snacks!"

Seeing that the sales of chrysanthemum tea continued to rise, Cui Xiaojing was relieved. Regardless of whether it was the story or the homework of giving away snacks, as long as someone was willing to try new products, future sales would be guaranteed.

Cui Xiaojing was drinking tea leisurely in the backyard. After an hour or two passed, Heidan came over and called him, "Master, the chrysanthemum tea is sold out, is there any more?"

"So fast?" Cui Xiaojing was a little surprised, "Not at all?" He brought a big bag, thinking it would last for several days!

"Not at all." Heitan shook his head, "Didn't you tell me that this chrysanthemum tea can not only clear away heat and fire, calm the nerves and troubles, but also refresh your face?"

"It's refreshing and anti-aging." Cui Xiaojing corrected him.

"Doesn't anti-aging mean beauty?" Heidan said, "That's not the point. The point is that the scholar I hired likes to tell stories. It's rare that so many people listen to him, so he refuses to leave. I asked him to make up a story centering on the various effects of chrysanthemum tea. Unexpectedly, he told about an ordinary girl in the village who insisted on drinking chrysanthemum tea every day. When the girls of her age were getting old, she was still beautiful. At that time, everyone believed it, and some people asked whether this tea is useful for men. I thought you didn't say that men and women should drink this tea separately, so I said that men and women can drink it to beautify their skin, and then it was sold out. !"

Cui Xiaojing was speechless for a while, never thought that the anti-aging effect of chrysanthemum tea can be sold out.

"Then what if they think it's useless?" Cui Xiaojing asked, "What if everyone thinks that Cui's Tea City is a lie?"

"Master, why are you thinking so much?" Heidan said, "We just told a story, and we didn't guarantee it would be useful."

"Yes." Cui Xiaojing thought for a while, "There won't be any chrysanthemum tea for sale recently, let's stop for now." He has to go to the mountain outside the city again. What's the name of that mountain?How come he has no impression?