The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

There are three rooms on the second floor, two bedrooms and a kitchen.

The sister-in-law left him the room on the sunny side, but she slept in the room on the shady side.There is a lot of rain in Qingyuan, and the next time it rains, the house can be wet for three days. Song Zhi noticed that the wall of the roof of her bedroom was a little mottled.

He carried out the quilts of the two in threes and fives, hung them on the drying rope at the entrance of the tea house, and cleaned the two people's house inside and out.

"Sister-in-law, you can live in my room." He said standing on the stairs.

"No, it's such a hassle to move around. I live in a good place." The sister-in-law wiped the bottles and cans on the shelf with a dry cloth.

"Where is it good? The quilt is damp, can you sleep well at night?"

"Yes, don't worry about it."

Song Zhi's heart softened, and she stood where she was and called "Sister-in-law".

"You are so kind to me. You will be my own sister in the future."

He made Chen Zhengrong feel so embarrassed, she smiled and turned around, asking her uncle, "What's the matter?"

Song Zhi came down from the stairs, took the cloth in her hand, and wiped all the things on the high-rise shelves: "I heard from my mother that you were the one who took the initiative to come to the south to take care of me."

"To be able to do this for an ignorant person like me, I really..."

"Suddenly sentimental, not at all like you." She smiled and blew away the dust from the cabinet: "It's okay, I'm also idle at home with nothing to do."

"Since I married into your family, I quit my job as a cabinet lady. You said that you would come to the south to open a tea house. I kept saying that I would follow, not only for you, but also for myself."

"I want to get busy and fill up the one-third of an acre of my brain, so that I won't think about messy things." After finishing speaking, the sister-in-law went to the bathroom to change the water with a plastic washbasin.

Song Zhi silently stared at the label on the jar in front of him.

The small letters above are written extremely seriously.

Looking at these words, he seemed to be able to understand what kind of mood he used to write them.

Song Zhi washed the tea table with clean water, and when everything was ready, he sat down and turned on the cash register.

He casually flipped through the account entry above.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

The above account is a mess, the numbers in the table are here and there, and I don't know what they have recorded.

Last year's income will be enough to cover the cost of opening the store, and there is still a slight loss. The ability to persist until now is all due to willingness to spend money in it...

Nothing.

Song Zhi looked up and asked the sister-in-law who was washing the mop: "Do we have many customers?"

"not much."

He frowned: "How did it all come here?"

"It's a big tea merchant from out of town, buy some cheap ones, take them back and resell them."

"What about the more expensive tea here?" Song Zhi raised his finger and pointed to the Phoenix Dancong, Dahongpao, and the expensive pumpkin tribute tea on the upper shelves.

"That's what you drank yourself."

"..."

Song Zhi looked embarrassed: "This must weigh more than a dozen catties, right? A few taels is enough for a person to drink for several months."

"Yes," the sister-in-law said, "You also like to give away people, not only your friends, but also individual customers. You are very generous."

Song Zhi choked.

It works!

Is this business?

The emotional sister-in-law drank the Northwest Wind with him for a year?If he didn't ruin the family, I have to thank my sister-in-law for being diligent and thrifty in managing the family.

Song Zhicai realized that he was such a casual person. To put it mildly, it is called reckless behavior, and to open a shop just for fun, to put it ugly, it is called brain foam!

After returning 47 to Fang Chengyan, he only had [-] in his pocket.Looking at the minus two digits on the cash register again, Song knew that he was being honest.

Got it!

They have a little family fortune, and let him be bald!

The people from the Food Quarantine Bureau didn't know when they would come, Song Zhi turned off the cash register with a heavy heart, and helped his sister-in-law mop the floor.

It wasn't until late in the evening that the inspectors arrived.

A few years ago, a new college student village official came to the town, named Tian Jiamu, who was born and bred in Qingyuan, and was the only student in the town who was admitted to Peking University. After graduation, he went back to his hometown to apply for the village official exam. , became an assistant to the village director, responsible for managing the tea market.

Everyone thought that the kid from Lao Tian's family was promising, but it was true. The tea market Song Zhi used to visit every day and the tea ecological industrial park in the hilly area were all built after he suggested it to the higher-level government.

The so-called three fires for a new official took office, and Tian Jiamu practiced them vividly in the past two years when he first started working.

As soon as he got a special post in the village organization, he made a preliminary work plan.For this reason, the young man painstakingly understood the tea industry, visited tea gardens, and made a complete research report on the tea industry in Qingyuan Town.

Then, according to the unique situation and development dilemma of the local tea industry in Qingyuan Town, many suggestions were put forward.

The aspiring leader that old man Fang Fang Chengyan was talking about was this fledgling young man.

When Fang Chengyan first came to the tea market, he learned about the surrounding infrastructure.

——Those places were also arranged by Tian Jiamu and built by the engineering team.

Unfortunately, he is still a novice, unable to take care of everything, and the government funding is also very limited, so he is not perfect.He also noticed it himself. After some consideration, Tian Jiamu decided to develop the industrial chain first, and then use the earnings he earned to make up for it.

When he led the people from the Food and Epidemic Bureau to check one by one to Rijian Tea House, he hadn't even had lunch yet.

It was already six o'clock in the evening.

He saw a young man of the same age squatting at the door, boiling a teacup with hot water.

Then, a kind-faced woman greeted them, "Hello."

Tian Jiamu also replied "Hello". He walked in the door and looked around, and felt that this tea house could be said to be the best on the street.

Some shops that visited in the afternoon even used the store as a warehouse, processing tea at the gate, and the quality and hygiene could not be guaranteed at all.But here is not only tidy and clean, the decoration is also extraordinarily exquisite.At the first glance, he gave eighty points in his heart and raised his legs to step in.

Song Zhi almost lost his patience waiting, but no one came.

As a result, when he raised his eyes again, two thin legs suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

Huh.

This leg is so thin that it can be called skinny, with no flesh attached at all, and the knees are exposed.

And the legs are extremely long.

Song Zhi looked up along this skinny leg, and felt as if he saw a kind of waterfowl like a heron.

Although he was so slanderous, when he stood up, there was still a dazzling and enthusiastic smile on his face:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, and the tea has been heated up several times."

"No, there's no need to do this." Tian Jiamu said timidly, and declined him.

This young man walked all the way, drinking almost as much tea as he drank for a year.

But the clerks of the tea house have already started to work before the tea case.

"All of you, please sit down." Chen Zhengrong moved a bench for them.

"No, we'll leave after checking." said the village party secretary behind Tian Jiamu.

"It's just for you to check. I'll pour water for you here, so as not to delay your work." Song Zhi said.

Before the people came, he had already boiled the hot water, put the pot on the constant temperature stove, and kept it at 80 degrees.

Then he started making tea.

Song Zhi's hands were white and clean, because he was just cooking a tea bowl, and there were some drops of water on the back of his hands.

Put the teacup in hot water and put it on the tea table.

Afterwards, he picked up the tea leaves wrapped in paper, spread out the flimsy paper, and let the dark green tea leaves slowly sprinkle on the tea strainer. Above, through the strainer of the tea strainer, the white porcelain cup under it shows a strong color.

The tea soup is clear and golden in color.

The white mist rises, curling up with the fresh fragrance of tea.

Just looking at these two strokes, it seems that there is indeed something interesting in it.

Song Zhiyi drank four cups and served them to the people from the Food and Epidemic Bureau and the village cadres respectively.

Then, the tea residue on the strainer was poured into the glass jug.

Rinse in with cold water.

The tea buds are blossoming, floating and rotating.The leaf veins are green, like emeralds. After the leaves sink naturally, they are poured into four glass cups.

Tian Jiamu looked at Song Zhina's hands without blinking, and felt that the shape and movements of Song Zhina's hands were very beautiful.

The tea leaves swayed and spun under his hand, and the fine hairs swam away.The aroma is tangy, rich, elegant and wandering.

"It smells good." Tian Jiamu said.

"It's really good." People from the Food and Epidemic Bureau also made such an evaluation.

Song Zhi pinched the glass cup with three slender fingers, and shook it softly and evenly. The two cups were held in the palms of the left and right hands, and passed again.

The tea leaves followed the direction he was shaking, and the water and light intertwined with the bud shadows, rising and falling three times.

Tian Jiamu was curious and took it.He has been so busy these two days that he was in a hurry to get angry, and he was also full of breath in the afternoon. He just took a sip and felt clear in his heart.

Even his empty and constricted stomach was ironed out by his bowl of tea.

"You make tea really well."

"Thank you." Song Zhi replied, when he saw the tea table, he felt that he could still summon some skills.But he hasn't soaked it for a long time, and he is afraid that his skills will be unfamiliar.

Hearing what the young village official said, Song Zhi was slightly relieved.

Tian Jiamu was holding a tea bowl, drinking and walking around the hall.

The teacups purchased by this tea house are also very beautiful, with refreshing vision, full cup belly, smooth and bright inside, just like the black eyebrows and cut pupils of women in Jiangnan Water Village.

Invaluable, very particular.

It must be someone who loves tea specially to have this kind of taste.

He glanced at the information in his hand and found that the store's business income was not as good as he had imagined.

Even... a bit bleak...?

Some months sell a lot, some months make no money...

One month I made a lot of money, and the next three months I didn't make a cent.

How does this store survive?

Tian Jiamu couldn't help thinking about it for others. He took a peek at Song Zhi's hand and felt a pity for a while.

If the money is not in place, no matter how much you love the tea industry, you will have to close the business.

"Your store has been open for a year and a half, right?"

"Yes." Chen Zhengrong said.

"Why don't you see this month's account, is that all there is?"

The sister-in-law thought he was going to check the tax, so she hurriedly took out the accounting book from the cash register.

"Something happened this month, and I haven't opened the door, so I didn't remember it." The woman is very careful, and the account book is well done.

Song Zhi also probed to take a look. The clean and beautiful fonts on it were all written by his sister-in-law.

He suddenly felt ashamed, what did he do before?

Chen Zhengrong told the assistant secretary of the village party secretary about the tax payment situation of their tea plantation, and Song Zhi also stood motionless beside him.

But Tian Jiamu didn't want to listen. He glanced at the clerk's face, and was surprised how could a man be so good-looking?

In this remote town, Song Zhi's appearance is so dazzling that he looks like a big star on TV. He might be invited to shoot commercials while walking on the road.

A new idea suddenly popped up in Tian Jiamu's mind, he took out the notepad in his pocket, and jotted down a few sentences on it.

Sister-in-law is a capable woman.

The inside and outside of the tea house are not left behind, and all inspections have passed.

Moreover, the hygienic index was rated as A grade, which is very rare in the town.

The other tea houses are managed by middle-aged men, who are busy with delivery, and their daily work is to pack, box, and tape.Whether the house is clean or not is sometimes irrelevant.

After sending people away, Song Zhi happily pasted their A-level certificates on the wall.

I don't know.

In the days to come, something will be waiting for him.

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