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859. Dried camellias and capitalists

As a qualified cook, Master Jiang wanders around the mountains every day and discovers a lot of good ingredients.

Of course, because it came too late, many ingredients can only be hoped for next year. This year, that’s what I’m talking about now——

"I saw all the camellias blooming in the tea garden a while ago, and I even picked a dustpan. Not to mention, it's really good to make tea after it's dried."

Zhang Yanping was stunned: Camellia can also be dried and made into tea?

He immediately opened Baidu——

Oh, it’s this kind of camellia with small white flowers and thick yellow stamens. Drying it in the sun and soaking it in water can dispel congestion and reduce swelling, and beautify the skin...

His first reaction was - it can be sold for money!

After all, as soon as the words "beauty and beauty" come out, no matter what you sell, people will be interested.

Master Jiang knew what he was thinking just by looking at his reaction, and he quickly said: "It's too late, it's too late. Now the camellias on the mountain are almost in bloom, and the fruits are all big."

"I want you to ask Song Tan. If you want to eat tea oil at home, pick the tea seeds and dry them in the sun in a few days. Then you can squeeze out some tea oil."

That statement seems to be true. Zhang Yanping knows the prices of our things.

"If you think about it that way, the sellers you met when you were growing up were all heartless!"

"What kind of tea oil are you squeezing?"

For some reason, I subconsciously covered my waist and murmured:

The eldest brother of Shandong Delivery had a mournful face: "Everything in our house is limited now, and your wife can get it even if she squats at home with a small belly every day!"

"Even if this tea oil can be sold for 1,000 per kilogram, how much oil can be produced from a tea garden? Is it a waste of effort?"

There were no fresh vegetables before!

But it doesn't matter, a photographer is gone, but there is still a group of fishermen.

Master Jiang knows that his reputation has not been messed up yet, so I am just proud:

Tea oil cooking has been quite popular for a while, and Zhang Yanping knew that it was quite nutritious and had a unique taste.

Lu Chuan:......

"Zhang Yanping, he said that young people now have less pressure, and if they have something to do, the whole thing can be nostalgic, introduce us to the countryside, and let us relieve stress - you sell each set for 29, is that too much?"

After a few days, Fengfengmandu's eldest brother Hengchi brought a small box!

What is this? People outside the family say that he is the best at making money. The mice passed by the door and were still thinking about asking them to do splits to earn two copper coins!

Adding up to more than ten days, it is like a year!

Lu Chuan's heart skipped a beat when he heard the other party ask coquettishly:

Zhang Yanping was stunned!

It's a coincidence that I never opened a Taotaobao store during that time.

Master Jiang stared: Are you polite? Who is older? Look at the thick skin on your face, and then look at the thin skin and tender flesh on your face...

Zhang Yanping was shocked!

It’s obvious that the drunkard’s intention is to drink!

In the distant imperial capital, Lu Chuan had been back from Beicheng for a month, and he was still accepting the entanglement from Director Zhang and the crew.

"How about you, write a copy when you get back later - [Childhood Nostalgic Decompression Package]? Can you guess what it is?"

But Master Jiang only focused on the past: "When you were a kid, you came to Tantan's house to play. During the winter vacation, each of our eldest children took a big wine cup, poured eight or two tea seeds out, buckled the pen cap, and held the pen.

End of tampering. It’s no fun to have your hands stuck all day long!”

My original plan was to stay in Bay City for a week, but I came back for two days to make up for my flight on the 8th. Before I went back, Xiao Yue's complexion was showing signs of deterioration, so I was kept for another seven days.

Pounding tea seeds, this is done by children in the countryside who have toys, so there is nothing strange about it?



Now I opened the door and took the delivery, but the big brother Fengfeng Mandel opposite was humming and was willing to leave.

They made "Ba Gu Mao Cottage" so vivid and vivid that they had to hire eight people a day, so they only asked me to work with the team as a screenwriter, guide and consultant.

Master Jiang suddenly spoke up, and I looked at Zhang Yanping: "Are you such a person?"

But I saw Master Jiang gesticulating: "Later, you can order a batch of old-fashioned glass wine cups, and then order a box of these suitable thin wooden pestles, as thick as a pen!"

"This...Mr. Lu...he always collects things from our house. Can he tell you how he robs us every day?"

He had a "you don't understand" look on his face, and he couldn't help showing a nostalgic look at this moment:

Now that I am cooped up at home, I am willing to be robbed of my food no matter what!

"How much did it cost? A wine cup, a fine pestle, four tea seeds, and a large gift box."

Yes, I gained quite a bit during that period!

When this cabbage was delivered, although it was not as crispy as when it was first picked, it was still green and lovely.

I raised my head, and the golden sunshine reflected under my fair face, as if gold could be seen from outside the pores, and when I smiled, my white teeth seemed to be inlaid with gold!

"That store seems to have lost its small partners and specializes in supplying low-end hotels. It signed a monopoly agreement here, so it can be sold to others."

But...but it still feels like something else is right!

The gift was really too little, so I politely declined, and they even responded to the message, which made Lu Chuan inexplicably relaxed, so he simply accepted everything from Xiao Fangfang.

After all, those are the tea seeds from the Lao Song family! What if the oil you pounded out is also fragrant! Is it enough for cooking, can we still smell it?

Just, are you talking about Tea Seeds? How come you are nostalgic about your childhood and still decompress and get a set meal?

"What are you talking about?" Master Jiang agreed very much: "It costs 29 yuan a piece, and you include free shipping and a gift box. How much money do you make at all? When has our family ever sold such cheap things?

That is purely to give back to new and old customers.”

But Master Jiang hasn't run out of ideas yet. At this moment, he just hates that Yan Ran and others are at home, so he can just take some beautiful photos of pastoral camellias, so he needs to cool down first.

For this thing, if you mess with it for ten and a half days, you can get out one dollar of gas! Forty years later, when I relied on gas coupons, I have never been so frugal in cooking!

But Lu Chuan knew it well.

"Master Jiang, you are too old to understand our childhood."

“They are all sold secretly online, so it’s really hard to snatch them up!”

I just have to look around and say:

Now that question...

What was sent over at the end was roasted chestnuts with sugar, not sauce.

When I opened it, I saw seven small jars of pickled sweet potato vines. They also thoughtfully marked the date of pickling and told me to open them half a month ago.

I thought of Master Jiang's various words during that time, and now I was wary: "Is he trying to do some ancient handmade camellia oil like that?"

but……

I am not very good at writing stories, but I am very different from other people. The screenwriting industry is what I am good at. What's more, Director Zhang and others are counting on me to write the screenplay?

Thinking of that, I quickly went up the mountain to work again.

"Zhang Yanping, he is now absolutely sure that he can control you young people."


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