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"Beggar, beggar, I can ride it, I can ride it!" The mute's scream resounded throughout the gardening field.

Zhang Yaohua looked at the mute speechlessly. When the mute was just learning to drive, green buds appeared on the tea trees in the gardening field, and the navel orange seedlings were only ten centimeters high. But now the tea leaves on the tea trees are already green, and the navel orange seedlings are more than twenty centimeters, and some have even grown one or two forks. The intercropping soybeans in the gardening field are already lush.

Almost a month passed in a flash. This guy came over to fall all kinds of wrestling every day, and he was able to stagger and step on the tripod. He was so proud that he made Zhang Yaohua completely drunk.

"Beggar, beggar, I can ride!" The mute rushed over shouting and shouting, but in the end, he couldn't control himself and rushed towards Zhang beggar and the mountain leopard.

Zhang Jiaohua quickly flashed to the side, and the mountain leopard jumped out suddenly and lightly flicked off the load bicycle. Then with a clang, I didn't know where the bicycle hit. Zhang Jiaohua felt a pain. If a person fell, he could grow back, but if the car was broken, he would not be able to repair it. Of course, no matter how stupid the mute was, he had practiced for so long, and when he fell, he would not be able to hold the bicycle underneath. This guy has been practicing for more than a month, but the car has not been well practiced, and all kinds of fall methods have been perfect. Zhang Jiaohua suspected that the mute was sent to specially to fix his bicycle. In this month, the bicycle, which was originally a new permanent brand bicycle, even the permanent brand trademark, had been deformed in many places, and paint fell off many places, which was almost unrecognizable. Fortunately, the quality of the car was strong, and it was so broken that it could still leave without any sound.

Sure enough, the bicycle got into the pigpen in the pig farm. The mute had nothing to do. He fell into the straw pen on the other side. The straw grinned at Zhang Yaohua. The bicycle fell to the ground and helped it up and took a look. However, the cathode head hit a little, and Zhang Yaohua clamped the cathode head with his legs and straightened it hard. He pushed it outside and rode it for a while, but it was nothing to do.

It wasn't that nothing happened. The rain cover was deformed again and the boss had a piece of paint.

The mute said repeatedly, "It's okay, I'm pretty good when I fell. I'm begging for the place. I'll let me learn car, right?"

"No, no, I told you yesterday that if my car is broken, I will never practice it for you again." Zhang Yaohua said firmly.

"I really know how to ride today. If you let me practice for another week, no, I will be able to ride to the town after three days." said the mute.

"You want to ride on the main road with your level. You don't want to live, but I can't bear to leave this car. If you were torn like this, if Grandpa Luo in the town saw it, I would probably blame me for cherishing the gift he gave me." Zhang Yaohua said.

"No, no, no. The people in the town are so rich, so how could they take a bicycle seriously?" The mute was afraid that Zhang Beihua would not lend him the seven-star cart to practice.

Zhang Manyin came to the gardening farm. Now he puts a gardening farm with beggars every day in his mind.

"Beggar, I have been to the town these two days, and there is no way to sell tea. In the past, the agricultural input companies used to collect tea, but the tea factory in our county went bankrupt and the agricultural input companies no longer collected tea. I asked everywhere in the town. Now no one in the town collects fresh tea. The loose tea sold in the shops are processed by the tea farm. We do not have this technology. Otherwise, we can also cook it and send it to the shops in the town." A grandfather like Zhang Manyin is a grandfather who is not very good at expressing. Only at this moment can we see that he is actually full of love for the man grandson of Beggar.

"Then we will also fry it ourselves." Zhang Jiaohua thought for a while and said.

"It's not that easy. This tea stir-frying is also a technique. But it's not that easy." Zhang Manyin frowned, and his face, which was originally dissatisfied with wrinkles, became even more vicissitudes. This tea farm is like a treasure mountain, but now the grandparents and grandchildren are in the treasure mountain, but they can't get any treasures from it.

"Can living people still be suffocated to death by peeing? I'll go to the town tomorrow to find Grandpa Luo. Do he know anyone who knows who can stir-fry tea? I'll learn the technique of stir-frying tea. At worst, I can use this batch of tea to practice craftsmanship." Zhang Jiaohua looked at more than 200 acres of green tea trees and felt very distressed. It's all money!

The next morning, Zhang Yaohua went to the town and asked the mute to send a message to Gong Ziyuan and asked another day off. Gong Ziyuan always turned a blind eye to Zhang Yaohua. Anyway, he didn't know how to teach such a monster student.

"I know such a person who stir-fried tea. He used to be a master from the tea factory in town. Now he is retired. I don't know if he still does this. After dinner, I will take you to the tea factory to find him." Luo Yongming looked at the Yongjiu bicycle that was covered in bruises by Zhang Beihua, and felt a little heartbroken. He quickly found tools from home to maintain the bicycle and maintained the bicycle well. While he had to help Zhang Beihua find a way to solve the current problem.

The master Luo Yongming mentioned was Zhong Jinxiang, who was the oldest teacher of tea stir-frying in the tea factory in Gezhuping Town. He was a good at stir-frying tea. However, he only made low-end tea stir-frying. In the city and province, it was naturally not a powerful role. After all, Gezhuping Town is not a traditional place for producing tea. It was just that tea farms were developed all over the country, and almost every village had a tea farm. Zhong Jinxiang was the tea stir-frying technique learned through the study classes organized by the county in that era. That is, the level of stir-frying loose tea. However, he was also a scarce technician in Gezhuping Town.

Zhong Jinxiang's home was not far away. After dinner, Luo Yongming rode his bicycle and took Zhang Yaohua to find Zhong Jinxiang's home.

"Is Master Zhong at home?" Luo Yongming shouted at the door.

"Who? Is there?" A middle-aged and elderly man in his fifties and sixties quickly walked out of the room, and was the one who was looking for Zhong Jinxiang.

Zhong Jinxiang recognized Luo Yongming at a glance, "It's an old leader. Why are you here?"

Zhong Jinxiang greeted him enthusiastically and asked his wife to serve tea and water to Luo Yongming and Zhang beggar.
Chapter completed!