80s Taoism

"Good tea! Really! Good tea!" Zhong Jinxiang praised.

Is it really so delicious? The people in the village are a little confused. Looking at the black lump that Zhang Jiaohua made, he felt a little unbearable to look directly at.

Zhang Dechun took a tile bowl and grabbed a handful of the tea leaves that Zhong Jinxiang had fried. Then pour a bowl of water.

"That's not what I'm talking about. The tea made by Huajiao is delicious!" Zhong Jinxiang thought that the people in Meizi'ao had misunderstood what he meant.

Zhang Jiwang looked in disbelief at the black lump of tea leaves that Zhang Jiaohua made: "This is tea? I have lived for dozens of years, and I have never seen such tea!"

"Then what do you think tea should be like? If you think so, tea should be leaves one by one. You are really ignorant. I dare say this tea is much better than those so-called famous teas." Zhong Jinxiang said.

This time Zhang Manyin believed in his Mansun without hesitation, walked over and grabbed a ball of black tea. Zhong Jinxiang quickly pulled Zhang Manyin back, "Wait a minute, where do you get so much tea from making a bowl of tea? Here, such a small tea is enough!"

Zhong Jinxiang squeezed a ball of black tea the size of a little finger for Zhang Manyin and put it in Zhang Manyin's tile bowl.

Zhang Dechun glanced at it, and always thought that the ball of tea leaves was rubbed off by Ji Gong, "I'd better drink this."

Zhang Dechun shook his head and blew on the tea in the bowl, and took a sip, "Well, good tea, good tea. This is much better than our tea."

Zhong Jinxiang smiled wryly. Doesn't he know what his own level of fried tea is? Even if the quality of the tea is good, there is no way to enhance the taste of the tea to the extreme without the corresponding high level of roasted tea. Compared with Zhang Jiaohua's tea, it's a thousand miles away.

Zhang Manyin watched the black lump in the tile bowl dissolve quickly in the water. A small lump of tea leaves did not leave any residue, and the bowl of water had already turned dark green.

"Man Yin, why are you so dazed? You have to take a sip!" Zhang Dechun looked at Zhang Manyin with a smile.

Full of surprise, Zhang Manyin took a sip from the tile bowl, his eyes widened, as if he had eaten ginseng fruit, his whole body was indescribably refreshed, the tiredness of work was swept away, and a refreshing feeling struck.

"How is it?" Zhang Jiwang asked curiously. Zhang Manyin's strange expression made him feel a little strange. There are many weird things about this child called Hua. But I didn't expect that he would be able to ingeniously make such a ball of tea leaves.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, it's really delicious. Brother Jiwang, hurry up and try it. It's absolutely right!" Zhang Manyin is the most stupid, he doesn't know how to describe the tea as good.

Zhang Jiwang didn't have any doubts, and quickly took a tile bowl, ready to get tea. Zhong Jinxiang had already prepared, pinched a handful of tea leaves from above and put them in Zhang Jiwang's bowl.

Zhang Dechun felt that the tea he drank was the best tea in the world, while he felt that Zhang Manyin must have never seen the world, and with a slight taste, he felt like he was making a fuss after drinking fine nectar. The best tea is the one you drink yourself. After all, Zhong Jinxiang is such an old roast tea master, how can he still be a beggar?

"Man Yin, Man Yin, my tea is delicious. How can you drink tea?" Zhang Dechun said unconvinced.

"I'm the real good tea!" Zhang Manyin spoke clumsily, so he couldn't speak for Zhang Dechun.

Zhang Jiwang said with a smile, "What are you two arguing about? Wouldn't you know whose tea is really delicious after drinking it?"

Zhang Dechun felt that what Zhang Jiwang said was reasonable, "Come on, I'll change it with you."

But Zhang Manyin didn't do it, "I won't drink with you, if you want to drink, soak it by yourself."

Zhang Dechun smiled, "Look at you. Forget it, I'll make another bowl."

Zhang Dechun also took a bowl to Zhong Jinxiang's to get a pinch of black tea made by Huahua.

Zhang Jiwang's tea had already been brewed, and after taking a sip, he also praised sincerely, "It's really good tea. I really can't tell that it's so delicious in such a black lump. Beggar, you are such a villain. You can make such a good tea. How can I still drink a smell of medicine?"

Zhong Jinxiang tasted it carefully after hearing the words. There was indeed a hint of medicinal smell hidden in the tea fragrance, but this trace of medicinal smell not only did not destroy the tea fragrance of the tea, but made the tea fragrance more meaningful.

"I concocted it with the method of concocting medicinal materials. Of course, it will have a medicinal taste. This tea is originally a medicinal material." Zhang Jiaohua said.

At this time, Zhang Dechun had also brewed the tea leaves. Looking at the jade-green tea in the bowl, Zhang Dechun faintly felt that the tea leaves seemed to be better than the tea leaves fried by Zhong Jinxiang. Of course, just by the color of the tea, he couldn't tell which kind of tea was good and which kind of tea was bad. The most straightforward way to compare which is better is to taste it.

Zhang Dechun took a sip, immediately showed an incredulous expression, and took another sip in disbelief. It tastes so good!

"How is it?" Zhang Manyin looked at Zhang Dechun with a smile.

"No wonder you refused to give me your tea. Why is this tea so delicious? Master Zhong's tea is already delicious, but I didn't expect this tea to be even better." As soon as Zhang Dechun finished speaking, he gave Zhong Jinxiang an embarrassed look.

Zhong Jinxiang didn't care at all, and said with a smile, "It's worth coming this time, it's worth humiliating to be able to drink tea made by beggars."

People in the village wanted to make Zhang Jiaohua's tea one after another. Zhang Jiaohua only processed a few taels of tea, and in the end less than a tael of tea was produced. There was a small group for each person, and finally Zhong Jinxiang took a tea cake in his hand and left a ball less than the size of a ping-pong ball. It made Zhong Jinxiang feel distressed. Such superb tea should be sat down and sipped slowly in an elegant environment, such a large bowl for one person, drinking it dry in one gulp, is simply reckless waste. But isn’t tea just for quenching thirst? These hard-working people relieved their fatigue at once, isn't that the real purpose of tea? Thinking of this, Zhong Jinxiang smiled again.

"Beggar, it seems that I can't help you here." Zhong Jinxiang was naturally ashamed to be the master stir-fried tea. The tea leaves he roasted are far from those made by Zhang Jiaohua. How could he have the nerve to continue frying tea here?

"Master Zhong, you can't leave. Although I can process tea leaves, but with such a large garden and so many tea leaves, how long will it take for me to process all the tea leaves here?" Zhang Jiaohua said with a wry smile.

Although Zhang Jiaohua can use the method of processing traditional Chinese medicine to process tea leaves, he can process one or two tea leaves at a time, and he can't process one or two catties of tea leaves in a whole day. This tea will not wait slowly. After two days, the tea leaves will be old if they are not picked. Although Zhong Jinxiang's stir-frying method produced a lot of bad tea, the yield was high. Zhong Jinxiang can guide the villagers to operate. Naturally, the tea produced can be fried in time.