The so-called selection means that tea handles are needed during the tea frying process. Tea handles are usually made of thin bamboo branches. Some of the delicate branches will inevitably break and fall in when baked at high temperatures.
Moreover, during the picking process, tea leaves will inevitably bring along some old leaves, which will turn yellow during the frying process, making them easy to distinguish and pick out.
But it doesn't matter.
She said without changing her expression: "It's okay, Mom. At worst, they will have priority in buying tea from now on. You can just find someone to pick the tea."
Ulan also fell silent - still have priority, why don't you go to heaven?
She dreams at night that people are asking for refunds because they find it expensive.
But since everything has been sold, I can only think of the good.
"Then there's no rush. I saw in the forecast that there will be rain the day after tomorrow. I won't be able to work outside until it rains. I'll call your four tea-picking aunts over. They don't pay for anything... sit and chat together.
chant."
From five to six kilograms of dry tea a day, I only saved a dozen kilograms in a few days, and it only took a while.
Isn’t this a shabby person’s way of raising money?
As he spoke, he became proud again: "They can make a lot of money picking tea leaves this year."
Song Sancheng took a puff of cigarette and said happily at this moment: "We, Tantan, are still promising. Whether we are farming now, we can still give people in our village a chance to make money..."
He was stupid and couldn't sum up any more. At this moment, he just muttered and repeated: "It's good, it's good..."
It was difficult for Song Tan to understand this feeling.
Her hometown has been her obsession for two lifetimes, and her relatives are where she belongs in her heart. But when it comes to the village itself...even in her last life, she spent very little time in her hometown since she lived in school.
I have forgotten it for too long and do not have such a strong sense of belief.
But now looking at Wu Lan and Song Sancheng's proud looks, she felt a little touched in her heart.
Qiao Qiao stuck her head out:
"Ok?"
He said aggrievedly: "It's getting dark and the canteen will be closed."
The closing time of the canteen in the village depends on how late the people chatting leave. Song Tan also stood up quickly:
"Your Majesty, let's go."
With a shout, the king obediently came over with the dog leash in his mouth. When the hook was put on the rope loop, Song Tan handed the rope to Qiao Qiao's hand:
"You hold it and walk slowly. Your Majesty is very smart. If you have anything to say to it, you have to tell it."
While she reached out and touched the king's head, the furry touch made her heart soften, and then a ball of spiritual energy slowly poured in.
The king let out a whimper from his throat. At this moment, he let out a low "woof" sound, and all the muscles and bones in his body were silently stretching.
Then he glanced at Song Tan, and then took the initiative to put his head on Qiao Qiao's chest.
This makes Qiao Qiao very happy!
"Your Majesty really likes me!"
He held the rope proudly: "Your Majesty, let's go buy bubble gum. Do you want ham? I don't know how much wages I have left. Is it enough to buy it?"
"Do you eat eggs? If grandma boils eggs for me tomorrow, I will share them with—"
"No, I can't just give you one, I have to give you several others..."
He looked sad again, apparently feeling that one egg was not enough.
Then he saw the dog tag in his neck and suddenly became happy. He held the dog tag and smiled at Song Tan: "Sister, my mother said, I have this tag. If it gets lost in the future, I will take it to the police."
He wrinkled his nose: "Qiaoqiao remembers to clear the road, how could she get lost?"
The siblings chatted and laughed and soon arrived at the canteen.
In front of the canteen is an event square, which is naturally small compared to urban areas. But in their village, the villagers donated a piece of land free of charge, and then it was paved.
A few aunties whom Song Tan looked familiar but couldn't recognize were sitting there talking and laughing. There were also people on some fitness equipment nearby who were rocking slowly.
"Ouch, why is such a big dog like a tiger?"
The king's presence was so eye-catching that for a while, even though the two solar street lights in the square were not very bright, everyone still gathered around him curiously.
Of course, I don’t dare to get too close, I just keep a subtle distance.
Song Tan noticed that there was a young girl here.
She was wearing a simple black baseball uniform, her face was not very fair, but her eyes were particularly shining. She looked to be about the same age as Song Tan.
It was rare to see young people in the village. Subconsciously, Song Tan met her gaze and smiled back.
The other aunties listened to Qiaoqiao loudly introducing the greatness of the king to everyone, and they became more and more interested and marveled.
But obviously the king is very measured. If anyone dares to approach except Qiaoqiao, he will take a step back with a fierce expression!
Although he didn't show any intention to attack, his attitude made everyone a little scared.
When he listened to Qiaoqiao's childlike words, saying that there were seven dogs left at home to be guarded in the mountains and fields, the big guy's expression changed slightly.
Song Tan knew that the news would spread throughout the village at noon tomorrow at the latest.
At this moment, an old man in the crowd said in a bitter tone: "Ouch! Before we were released, people couldn't feed them anymore, so why should they feed this dog? Or are young people today willing to spend money, and don't know where they are?
money earned.”
Song Tan also downplayed it: "Well, it does cost a lot of money. This dog used to be abroad. They took it out to hunt bears and tigers."
"It's not inconvenient now, so I gave the dog to me."
She was very skilled in using the spring and autumn brushwork, and for a while everyone looked at the king with particularly fearful eyes.
After a night of fermentation, Song Tan believed that the rumor tomorrow would be that she had a dog that had eaten a tiger.
Maybe I should add another sentence: This is a dog sent from abroad. Even tigers dare to bite it, let alone humans!
As soon as he said this, the old lady fell silent.
But Song Tan had achieved what he wanted, and now he told Qiao Qiao: "Don't you want to buy chewing gum? Go quickly."
Then, she saw everyone looking at the king warily, and slowly led the king to the road.
One person and one dog looked quite peaceful under the dim street light.
But at this time, she heard footsteps behind her.
When he turned his head, he saw the young girl chasing after him:
"Is that Song Tan?"
She pursed her lips and smiled, with beautiful dimples on her cheeks, and her whole expression was indescribably cheerful.
"I've heard your name a long time ago."
"I have tasted the milkvetch in your field, and it tastes very good. I wonder what new fertilizer or new variety is used?"
Song Tan raised an eyebrow: "Have you bought it?"
The girl was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up: "Are you still selling this?"
Then he shook his head again: "No. When I was passing by the field, I saw Uncle Li pulling his cow for a long time before pulling it away. I thought how delicious this is? So I went to pull one to try it."
She held out her hand:
"Hello, my name is Xin Jun. I am the village party secretary of our Yunqiao Village who just took office last year."
After speaking, she blinked again: "If you have read the news, you should know that our province had more than 900 college student village officials last year - I am one of them."
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Fifth watch, Concubine Wan Guifei drained me dry, and I seem to have drained you dry too... gone.
It is true that college student village officials were appointed. Our province had more than 900 village officials last year and completed the appointment of new and old village officials (actually, our village did not have any...).