80s Taoism

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"Old leader, you also know that I'm a half-way monk, and I haven't learned the skill of frying tea well. Otherwise, our tea factory would not have failed. If you ask me to teach this boy, I'm afraid it will delay him. Speaking of which, we also have good tea in Zijiang, and Zijiang's Yunwu tea is a famous tea in the whole country. It may be that the tea technology training organized by the county that year didn't invite real masters of tea art. Those of us in the study class only have that talent, and the time is too short. We can learn a little bit. Learning how to fry tea leaves is of no use now. My kids don’t want to learn from me. I don’t dare to teach. I’m afraid it will spoil the teaching. I don’t dare to teach the people you bring, old leader.” Zhong Jinxiang really wasn’t evasive.

Zhong Jinxiang was a young worker in a tea factory back then. At that time, Luo Yongming was the factory manager of the tea factory. Seeing Zhong Jinxiang was flexible and literate, when he selected technicians for training, he chose Zhong Jinxiang. Ordinary workers in tea factories can only do manual work, but with technology, the wages are higher and the work is easier. Luo Yongming is also kind to Zhong Jinxiang.

"That's it." Luo Yongming frowned.

Zhong Jinxiang also thought that Luo Yongming was dissatisfied with his refusal to teach Zhang Jiaohua, so he quickly explained, "Old leader, I am not self-absorbed. I am at home now, and this skill is worthless. I am afraid of delaying this child. I can see that this child has aura. It is too wasteful for him to learn how to roast tea from me."

"That's it. For the time being, I can't find a good tea master for him. You teach him some basic things first. He can't afford more than 200 acres of tea leaves at home. Why don't you make a trip and help the beggar fry the tea. The beggar will pay you by the day." Luo Yongming thought for a while and said.

"That's okay. If the beggar wants to learn from me, he can learn from the sidelines. But I used to help. I absolutely can't ask for wages. If the old leader didn't value me back then, I wouldn't be where I am today." Zhong Jinxiang is now setting up a stall at home.

"You didn't blame me for letting you learn how to stir-fry tea, but now heroes are useless?" Luo Yongming laughed.

"No, no. To be honest. If the tea factory was still in the hands of the old leader, it should not have closed down so quickly. The tea factories in other places are technologically innovating, and the factories are getting bigger and bigger. We managed to close the factory. The main reason is that the quality control is not strict. In the past, the production team collected good tea. The tea farms are all contracted, and they send them to the factory in whatever shape. Some people in the factory are not strict. The quality is not getting worse? Check. If the quality is done well, how could it end up in the final bankruptcy." Zhong Jinxiang still has great affection for the original factory.

"Sigh. If you are not in your position, you will not seek your own government. The past is forgotten. This time, if you help beggars fry tea, you must get the salary. Otherwise, you should not forget about it. If you don’t get paid, your family will object. This matter will not last long. Everything has to be viewed in the long run. You just need to fry the tea well and let the beggars earn money. That’s the point." Luo Yongming is an old man who can see everything clearly.

Zhong Jinxiang nodded, "I want what I want." He knew that the old leader was considerate, and the situation at home was really like this. If he really ran out for a few days, if he didn't bring some money back, although his mother-in-law would not say anything, it would be impossible to go out next time. From Zhang Jiaohua's 200-acre tea plantation, a large amount of tea will come out every few days. If you go, it must not be a day or two.

"Then it's settled. In addition, I will ask Changjun to ask his classmates to help find some technical materials for frying tea. While you teach beggars to fry tea, you can improve the technology. It's a pity that the equipment and workshop of our town's tea factory will be abandoned there." Luo Yongming said this sentence a little vaguely. Zhong Jinxiang seemed to understand but also didn't seem to understand.

Zhang Jiaohua only knows that the problem of the tea farm has been solved temporarily, and after purchasing some necessary facilities, she can go back to fry tea.

After buying this batch of various equipment, the money in hand is a bit stretched. But at any rate, the tea leaves in the tea farm have taken shape. If the tea leaves are well roasted, as long as they are sold, all problems will be solved. Zhang Jiaohua hasn't thought about sales yet. Lu Yao walked forward step by step.

"The first step in frying good tea is to strictly control the raw materials. I have told you that since you asked me to help fry the tea, you have to listen to me. I won't do things like smashing signs." Zhong Jinxiang said this very seriously, with the demeanor of an old craftsman.

"That's for sure. I don't know anything, I won't listen to you, and I'm not stupid." Zhang Jiaohua laughed.

"You little slicker, that's not what I mean. Take tea picking as an example, not just any leaves can be used as tea. You can't fool tea drinkers with this thing. The taste is there, and the taste depends on the technique, but on the tea leaves. The kind of tea you fry depends on the kind of tea you get. Picking tea requires dexterity and quick hands, especially Xianhao, which requires extremely tight time. When a bud grows out, and a tender leaf emerges outside, it must be pinched off quickly, otherwise it will affect the shape and nutrition of the tea." Zhong Jin Although Xiang has always insisted that he is just a tea-frying worker who can't get on the stage, this remark shows that he is still very insightful about tea.

"It's what you want. When people from our village come later, you can give me a demonstration, and I'll let them pick tea exactly as you said." Zhang Jiaohua agreed wholeheartedly.

"Yes, let them come here today. I'll show you how to pick tea. But you can't pick tea leaves today. You have to wait until tomorrow. You must get up early for tea picking, and the tea picked with the morning dew is the best." Zhong Jinxiang said.

People in the village have not picked tea leaves in the tea farm for many years, and they are very excited when they talk about tea picking. It's not just that you can get a penny for picking a catty of tea. It is also for the large collective labor scene of the production team back then.

Zhang Dechun summoned the Zhang family from Meizitang to line up and walked into the gardening field, "Everyone listen to me. The master master invited by the beggar will teach us how to pick tea later, and we must do it according to the master's requirements. The tea masters you pick will be inspected by the master master. Is there a penny for unqualified ones. Do you understand?"

"Understood. Uncle Dechun, none of us has ever picked tea. In the production team, no one's technique is as fast as mine. Do you still need to be taught to pick tea leaves?" Zhang Qigao's wife Xie Chun'e asked puzzled.

"Of course we have to learn! In the past, we sent tea to the agricultural material company, but now we ask Hua to fry the tea himself. If we don't fry good tea, how can we sell it?" Zhang Dechun still understands the truth.