80s Taoism

"Jiaohua, you have done a great thing for the village. These guys are usually idle. Although they didn't do anything bad, but if things go on like this, something will happen sooner or later. Now that you have to rectify it like this, it is completely different from before." Zhang Jiwang looked at Zhang Wenrong's back and said sincerely.

"I didn't expect that. This boy Wen Rong can turn his prodigal son back. It's true that the wicked will be punished by the wicked." Zhang Dechun also sighed.

"Grandpa Dechun, what you said is wrong, and I'm not a villain." Zhang Jiaohua said dissatisfied.

"Haha, that's right, that's right, Grandpa Dechun was wrong. Beggars are not evil people. Beggars are dedicated to the wicked." Zhang Dechun laughed.

Chen Hongming's family walked out of the garden in despair. Liu Fengying was still cursing.

Chen Hongming looked back at the gardening field with hatred, "One day, I want all of you to regret what happened today."

Chen Hongming's father, Chen Maozhong, gave Chen Hongming a white look, "It's all you who want to die, otherwise our family can earn more than a hundred yuan from this crop of tea."

"You still dare to talk! In front of outsiders, you don't even dare to fart. Now you are talking. Hmph!" Liu Fengying immediately gave Chen Maozhong a vicious look, and Chen Maozhong immediately closed his mouth in fright.

The caller is the only person who can make black tea. To make a good black tea, you need the best tea leaves at the right time. Although the National Agricultural Expo has not yet been held, and the evaluation of tea has not yet started, the Hunan Tea Cup Gold Award alone has already received a large number of orders for bamboo tube black tea. But this is just the demand of others. Zhao Jinyuan thinks that now is not the best time to sell dark tea. It is best to wait for the evaluation of the Agricultural Expo before considering sales. Zhao Jinyuan felt that Zhang Jiaohua's black tea won a gold medal in the Agricultural Fair without any problem. But no matter when it is sold, there must be a certain stock. to achieve the best results. Therefore, Zhang Jiaohua could only process black tea non-stop.

Now Zhang Jiaohua has a set of processing tools at hand, and the processing efficiency has been greatly improved. Last time, Zhang Jiaohua only processed a total of tens of catties of black tea, but this time he processed nearly 300 catties. increased nearly tenfold. There is no loss of quality. This was a pleasant surprise. Although the output of three hundred catties is still a little small, it is much stronger than the previous tens of catties of black tea.

After a few days, the harvesting of tea leaves is finally over. All processed black tea and harvested tea were dragged away by Zijiang Tea Factory. The harvested tea leaves are processed in the branch factory in Gezhuping Town, while the dark tea is sent directly to Zijiang Tea Factory for proper storage. Otherwise, with the conditions of Meizi'ao Garden Farm, such a good tea would have to be ruined.

The gardening field has returned to its former calm. Zhang Jiaohua called Zhang Wenrong, Zhang Hangao, and Zhang Jiagen to the front, and each of them gave a red envelope, "During this time, the three of you have had a hard time. You did a good job. Given your attitude, you can leave the garden at any time."

To Zhang Jiaohua's surprise, Zhang Wenrong and others did not reach out to accept the red envelope. Instead, you stood there looking at me, and I looked at you, as if hesitantly wanted to say something.

"I have something to say. Don't act like a woman." Zhang Jiaohua said impatiently.

"Ballery, that's right." Zhang Wenrong stepped forward quickly, "Can we stay here?"

"No, didn't you always want to escape from me? Why did you suddenly change your mind?" Zhang Jiaohua asked puzzled. Somewhat surprised by such a situation.

"We haven't mastered kung fu yet, but now we're using the three-legged cat kung fu. If we go out, we're afraid of being bullied. I want to stay here a little longer, and I'll talk about it when I master kung fu." Zhang Wenrong and others looked at Zhang Jiaohua, fearing that Zhang Jiaohua would refuse.

"What are you looking at me for? You are willing to stay and work for me as a coolie. Would I still refuse? Do you want the red envelopes? If you don't want them, I'll save them... Hey, what's there to grab?

"I don't want any red envelopes, I'm not stupid." Zhang Wenrong threw two of the red envelopes to Zhang Hangao and Zhang Jiagen respectively.

Zhang Jiaohua just received a sum of money for the tea purchase, and his hands are relatively loose, and he is not stingy at all with the money given to these guys. One person gave 80 yuan. It is even higher than Gong Ziyuan's salary.

"Beautiful, did you give me a little more?" Zhang Wenrong asked.

"Do you think it's too much? Well, take half back." Zhang Jiaohua said.

"That can't be done. It's ours when it's in our hands. Beggar, we may have to ask for a vacation for these two days." Zhang Wenrong remembered another thing.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Jiaohua asked casually.

"I seem to have heard from my mother that my father has a sprained waist, and the rice fields at home are about to spray medicine. I want to go back and help for a day. Don't worry, I will come back after spraying medicine. I promise not to delay the gardening work." Zhang Wenrong was worried that Zhang Jiaohua would not agree.

"All right, all right. Let's go back. It's not too late to come back after finishing the family affairs. If you two have something to do, you can also go back. When the money is in your hands, don't lose it all at once." Zhang Jiaohua still knows the temperament of these three guys very well.

"No, no, it's the first time I've made so much money when I grow up. With this money, I'll cut a few catties of meat back when I go to the market one day. I'll buy a few packs of cigarettes for my father." Zhang Wenrong said with moist eyes.

Zhang Jiaohua also looks a bit like his parents, and he doesn't know how his parents are doing in Guangdong.

The weather in Guangdong is slowly getting hotter. Both Zhang Youping and his wife have completed their temporary residence permits, and they will go out for a stroll in their spare time. Zhang Youping is already very familiar with the area near the factory. Now this factory is dominated by children and workers. After all, women's hands are nimble, and men really can't do such delicate work like women. No matter how hard Zhang Youping tried, he couldn't catch up with the woman's technique.

"Youping, don't always feel that you earn less than me. In fact, we now earn several hundred yuan a month, and the two of us are almost a thousand yuan. If we do this for a year, our family will become a million-dollar household." Liu Qiaoye felt very satisfied.

Zhang Youping didn't say anything, he always felt that men couldn't stay in this woman-dominated factory all the time. There are so many opportunities in Guangdong, as long as you look for them with your heart, you can always find the one that suits you. Xiao Lihua's man, Zhao Hongbing, introduced security work, but Zhang Youping had no interest in it. It's really easier to be a security guard. But Zhang Youping was always somewhat repelled. There are construction sites everywhere around the factory. It is conceivable that when these houses are built, this place will become a bustling city again. The city has changed so much, it seems that every time I stand on the roof of the dormitory building and look around, the whole city is changing every moment.