Chen Qi suddenly thought that in his own space, there were 5 kilograms of special-grade Longjing given by Zhang’s family in Liandong Village, as well as some dried cured pheasant and rabbit meat dried by the eldest sister herself.

So I quickly ran back to the dormitory, took out two kilograms of special Yuezhong Longjing tea and some dried meat from the space, and ran to the teacher's office again.

Because this tea was intercepted privately by Director Zhang, there was no tinfoil-sealed packaging or beautiful tea cans. It was all stored in bamboo tubes.

"Teacher Li, this is a local specialty from my hometown. I brought it here specially for you to try."

In his previous life, Chen Qi was used to flattering several old directors in the department, so he certainly knew how to speak beautifully.

Li Baotian took the bamboo tube and padded it a few times, and said lightly: "What's in it? It's not a scale."

As he spoke, he opened the stopper, and a scent of fragrance wafted out, so he couldn't wait to pour some out, and couldn't help shouting excitedly:

"Hey, Longjing tea, it still has one bud and one leaf. This is a good treasure. This, this has reached the first level, right?"

Then Li Baotian immediately realized something, quickly stuffed the bamboo tube and quickly put it in the desk drawer.

But it was already too late. When the other teachers in the office heard about the top-quality Longjing, they all quickly gathered around.

"Old Li, what is Longjing? Hey, don't hide it. I can smell it. Take it out and have a look."

"That's right, let's just take a look, and we won't take it from you. Why are you so stingy?"

"Come on, come on, Teacher Li, you have a small peasant mentality. If you have good things, you should share them with your comrades."

Suddenly, the office became a mess.

In the early 1980s, tea was a strategically controlled material, and all the best batches of tea were exported to earn foreign exchange.

The remaining tea leaves are sold in supply and marketing cooperatives, and tickets are required. A worker does not exceed 3 taels a year. If there are more cadres, they will not be much more, and the price is not cheap.

Many old tea drinkers have no choice but to try their best to find connections with tea houses, even if they can get some crushed tea leaves, which is very pitiful.

So in the 1970s and 1980s, when you went to someone's house or someone's office, and they poured you water, it was really boiled water. Unlike in later generations, you would grab a big handful, and half a cup of water would be tea.

For intellectuals, tea is most needed to wake them up after long-term mental work, so the demand for tea is very high.

Anyone who has some tea leaves hides it like a treasure. When making tea, they carefully throw a few pieces in, but don't dare to put more, because if you put too much, they will be gone.

I guess people in Wanwan say that we can't afford tea eggs. It must be during this period. Tea and eggs are both in short supply, and ordinary people really can't afford them.

So when Chen Qi took out 2 kilograms of Longjing tea, the teachers nearby pounced on him like sharks smelling the fishy smell.

"No, no, you heard it wrong. My student gave me some dried bamboo shoots from the mountains."

Li Baotian lay on the table and used his body to protect the drawer while explaining palely.

How could other teachers believe it? Teacher Zhao Yiping, who teaches internal medicine, immediately hugged his arm, teacher Xia Qiang, who teaches pediatrics, held down his hand, and teacher Wang Zhi, who teaches biology, quickly pulled him back.

As soon as the three teachers collaborated, Teacher Li was immediately taken away from her desk.

Teacher Zhou Gengyin, who teaches biochemistry, suddenly opened the drawer and removed the stopper, "Damn, you are such a dishonest old boy. You are really happy with Longjing tea."

Li Baotian was so anxious that he screamed: "Hey, hey, are you robbers? This is my student's filial piety to me, that's all."

"Bah, you are the only teacher and we are not Chen Qi's teachers?"

Zhao Yiping suddenly faced the stunned Chen Qi:

"Classmate Chen Qi, you usually look honest, but you are also full of tricks. Tell me, are you giving this tea to Teacher Li alone? Or are you giving it to all the teachers? Note that this teacher is not limited to

Teacher Li alone?"

The corner of Chen Qi's mouth twitched. How should he answer this question? This question is simply a "proposition",

He has not graduated yet, so he is a hostage in their hands. If they had known that giving gifts would cause trouble, they would not have given them even if they killed him.

Li Baotian saw that his students' faces were turning red, so he had no choice but to compromise: "Okay, okay, I'll make one cup each today, but I've agreed not to take more."

When everyone heard this, they let him go and quickly ran back to their desks to get their own teacups.

Zhao Yiping also kicked Chen Qi: "Do you have a sharp eye? Hurry up and get some hot water."

"Oh oh..."

When Chen Qi came back from the water boiling room, there were 15 water cups neatly placed on his desk.

Chen Qi was a little surprised. There were only 6 teachers in Teacher Li's office. Where did the 15 water glasses come from? He looked up again and saw, my dear, teachers from the next few offices were also running over.

Li Baotian glanced at his student with dissatisfaction, meaning that you are really a fool. Why don't you send gifts secretly to your home in the middle of the night? Now it's better, you have been ****.

Chen Qi saw the threat in the teacher's eyes and prayed with his eyes: Teacher, didn't I forget this in the excitement?

Zhao Yiping knocked on the table: "Squad leader Chen, why don't you make tea quickly?"

Li Baotian muttered dissatisfied: "You are all robbers, hey, take less, just a few slices, this is first-class Longjing, not a dollar and a half catty of black tea foam."

Other teachers don't care about you. After passing this village, there is no such shop. It will be difficult to drink such good Longjing tea in the future.

When the boiling water was poured into the tea cup, all the teachers did not blink. As the scent of tea wafted out, everyone was intoxicated.

"Well, Xiangyu Ruoran~~~"

I don’t know which teacher made a burst of emotion, which suddenly resonated with everyone.

Each of these teachers couldn't wait to take their own water glasses, sit in a circle, and quietly smell the fragrance of the tea, as if their hearts have been calmed.

It turns out that tea art can really calm the mind. This was Chen Qi’s first experience.

Li Baotian no longer cursed, but took his enamel cup and shook his head while smelling:

"I have never smelled such fragrant Longjing in the eight years I have been in Yuezhong. When I was young, I would go to Longjing Village by the West Lake to drink tea every morning. How many years have passed..."

Zhao Yiping also seemed to be thinking about something:

"Yes, when I was studying in the provincial capital, my teacher liked to drink this kind of Longjing. Now that the teacher has passed away, I have never had such good tea again..."

After a while, these little old men all fell into memories.
Chapter completed!