Song Tan Jishi

What about tea, who doesn't love this kind of tea for middle-aged and elderly people?

Uncle Song was really moved: "How much is a day for picking tea?"

Ulan didn't hide it either: "150, my tea has grown fat this year, and it grows well. I can pick about five catties a day. Your family has been left unattended for many years, so it's probably not very easy to pick. One person can have three teas a day. About a catty?"

What she said was the truth, the tea tree had to be pruned every year, and the buds had to be picked, otherwise it would grow tall and thin, swaying in the wind.

The bud tip will also grow longer and thinner, and the less it will weigh on the scale.

People standing in such a tea tree can't see the end at all, and the branches must be pulled down before picking tea leaves.

Ulan said that he harvested three catties a day, so that's still talking about high efficiency!

Although Uncle Song has been abandoned for many years, he has not forgotten all of them. He knows what happened to his tea mountain.

In other places, as long as the traffic is better, such tea gardens can be leased to those big tea merchants, but here, the tea is not famous, the mountain roads are not easy to walk, and the places are scattered...

In short, his tea garden is really no different from the wilderness.

He was still wondering if it would work, but Mao Li refused straight away: "That's not good, a catty of dry tea in the market is only two to three hundred yuan, and the good ones are only five to six hundred yuan. You can drink it if you buy it, so you don't have to worry about it."

"If you hire someone to pick tea, it's not enough for a catty of dry tea a day, and the wages will cost one or two hundred instead. What's the use of that effort? It's not like our family can't afford tea."

These words meant something, but Ulan breathed a sigh of relief,

If it’s not cost-effective, it’s not worth it. After all, his family hired someone to fry tea, and that’s also a serious payment.

Now there are four tea pickers in the family, together with her and Wang Lifen, they can produce six catties of dry tea a day.

Zhou Maozhu's fried tea is artificially fried, and there is no tea machine. In order to ensure the freshness of the tea leaves, the fresh leaves are left to dry for several hours and then start work in the middle of the night. Although the process of sifting is omitted, it is not easy every day.

If Uncle Song really wanted to fire together, wouldn't it be due to her family's favor?

Mao Li refused, but Ulan was still happy.

Unexpectedly, I was happy for only a minute, and I only heard Uncle Song ponder for a moment: "Ulan, how do you sell this tea in your family? Give me a catty too. My family, you can rest assured when you drink it."

Ulan: ...

She had no choice but to say the same thing again: "Uncle, my tea is the most expensive."

No matter how much the tea is supplied, the tea will not be squeezed out even a catty, so the original excuse is not appropriate.

Say no more.

"That could have—"

Just as Uncle Song was about to ask, he suddenly thought of zi vetch, which costs twenty yuan a catty.

He thought to himself: If it costs 1,000 yuan a catty, I really can't bear to buy it! How embarrassing.

After thinking about it here, Mao Li and Sun Yanyan hurried away with the big plastic basket——

You can't run away!

Auntie Song Hongmei has already gone to the old lady's garden with a plastic bag. The lettuce they saw was just one piece. There is also a piece of garlic, which is not uncommon, but it costs twenty yuan a catty!

Have to get it back quickly?

As soon as the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law passed by, Song Hongmei had already pulled two stalks of lettuce. Without saying anything, Mao Li put the basket forward and began to pull the lettuce out along the vegetable bed.

Wang Lifen's lettuce grows well this year, with layers of leaves stacked, and flower buds have begun to bloom on the top. Now I only use a little force, and it doesn't take much effort to pull it up.

My aunt pulled three lettuces and two handfuls of garlic sprouts, and she was about to stop. Turn your head and look:

Whoa!

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have already talked a lot, and they can't help but wonder:

"Why are you pulling so many bamboo shoots? You can't eat this stuff all at once."

Dagu is stingy, but she is stingy with skills, unlike others who just eat one dish every time to save money. If that was the case, her old Zhu couldn't bear to lift the table.

Even today, the bamboo shoots are so big that one can feed a family of three for one or two meals. In addition, lettuce leaves can also be fried and eaten. Three lettuces can only be consumed after seven or eight meals.

Even if you eat one every other day, you can eat it for a week!

So my aunt pondered, if the freshness is guaranteed, three sticks are the most suitable.

Besides, isn't there garlic sprouts here? Turn back, fried bacon, scrambled eggs, scrambled anything, perfect.

But look at Mao Li and her daughter-in-law, this posture is planning to empty out the vegetable garden and go to the vegetable market to set up a stall!

But now there is only lettuce left in every household’s garden, how cheap it is, isn’t it?

Sensing her aunt's surprised gaze, Mao Li smiled and said, "Oh, things in this city are expensive. It's okay if our mother talks about it, so I'll bring some back. Your brother loves his hometown now." dishes."

Song Hongmei is careless, but she is not stupid.

What her brother likes to eat is obviously because you want to take advantage of it! So I took a look at the silly mother-in-law and daughter-in-law:

"Then take your time, I'll go back and clean up the bamboo shoots."

He turned his head and walked out of the vegetable garden.

When I got back, I saw Qiao Qiao joyfully coming down from the back mountain with a basket in her hand. Looking down, there was a basket full of snow-white and slightly green Sophora japonica flowers!

"Auntie, I'll give you Sophora japonica."

Qiao Qiao took the plastic bag and poured the Sophora japonica flowers into it, and looked at the aunt who was overjoyed.

"Oh, it's my nephew who loves me. Look at us, Qiao Qiao, how wonderful it is! This pagoda flower is also good, and it smells sweet. I made steamed eggs at night when the flowers bloomed. If they didn't bloom, I fried them later..."

Having said that, he squeezed a few flowers and stuffed them in his mouth, the more they chewed, the sweeter they became.

I have never tasted this taste of Sophora japonica since I was a child!

Auntie stopped her hands: "Tan Tan, I see that your flowers are very good, don't eat them, don't eat them, just sell them, someone will definitely buy them for twenty yuan a catty."

Song Tan was helpless—she was sure someone would buy it, but the problem was that the quantity was too small, three to five catties wasn't enough for fuel costs.

If there are more spiritual energy spawned, then there must be a basic disk.

Otherwise, if those two acacia trees bloomed a hundred catties of flowers, her mother would not be able to pass that test!

Simply put it all in the bag generously:

"Auntie, you are good at cooking, so take them home and eat them. If we want to eat, there are still on the tree."

With so many dishes, the Sophora japonica can still be frozen and stored after being blanched in water. My aunt is overjoyed!

After thinking about it, he reluctantly shared a small amount: "Give it to your uncle, or they will complain again."

Seeing that there was no one around, he took out another handful of cash from his pocket and took out five yuan with great difficulty. After thinking about it, he took out another five yuan and stuffed it to Qiao Qiao:

"Baby, my aunt didn't bring you anything to eat when you came back. You can buy something for yourself. Don't let your aunt know."

It stands to reason that there should be a commercial pull at this time, such as I don't want it, or you keep it...

But Song Tan refused, and instead helped Qiao Qiao stuff the ten yuan, and then picked up a hoe from under the wall:

"Auntie, the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest are growing tender, do you want them?"

Spring bamboo shoots can be dried in the sun as well as blanched!

Auntie took out a big plastic bag decisively from her bag: "Let's go! Let's go together!"