When Li Qingyun heard his friend say that he was a national civil servant, he asked himself to be careful about his words and deeds, so he slapped him on the forehead and almost knocked off his big shot.｜[2][3][w][x]}
"You've worked at the police station for two days and you don't know who you are? If you say that again, I'll beat you to death." After Li Qingyun finished speaking, he saw that Director Zhang looked a little embarrassed, so he laughed and said, "Oh, look at my mouth, I'm bald.
You're just talking nonsense. I'm talking about this kid, not you, I'm really sorry."
"Haha, you can joke with Fa Xiao or scold me, but I won't think too much. I'm already in my thirties or forties, so I'm not so pretentious." As he spoke, Director Zhang had already followed Li Qingyun into the living room.
Yang Yunu greeted them and gave the living room to them. He went outside to bask in the sun and let the wild horse Bai Jiahei out for a walk. However, after going out for a while, he came back pouting. When he saw Li Qingyun paying attention to him, he explained: "
It was sunny just now, but in the blink of an eye it was raining."
It rains a lot before and after the Qingming Festival. I was not at home during the Qingming Festival this year, so I don’t know whether it rained or not. But I heard from people that it didn’t rain, so I guess this rain is to make up for the Qingming Festival.
"Haha, this is the guest rain. I know there are master chefs present today, and there are game meat just hunted from the mountains, so I want to win over the distinguished guests." Li Qingyun joked. Director Zhang paid a visit to him, thanks to the kindness of Deputy Director Liu Xiangqian.
Inside, there is also the reason for his special status in Qinglong Town. Since the director shows his kindness, there is no need for him to push people out.
The position of director of the town police station is not a big one, but it is very important. Sometimes it is more useful than the deputy mayor. When dealing with some civil disputes, people will choose this official position. The words of others cannot shake up the scene.
Director Zhang felt Li Qingyun's kindness and was very grateful. Before coming here, he had heard many times from his colleagues that Li Qingyun was arrogant and domineering. He beat and cursed people at every turn, and even injured Liu Baoquan, a junior from the village where the old director was.
Unexpectedly, after arriving, he was treated with courtesy and extremely polite words, just like how he was treated by the old director Liu Xiangqian.
Before eleven o'clock, Zheng Xinyan and Zheng Xiaochu cooked more than a dozen dishes in the house, including steamed rice. Li Qingyun decided to start dinner in advance and called the village chief Li Tianlai and the fourth grandfather Li Chunyi to accompany them.
The village chief Li Tianlai saw Zheng Xinyan for the first time. He felt that this man was quite arrogant and ignored everyone. He only toasted and joked with Li Qingyun and his wife. It seemed that the only people on the table that he could see were Li Qingyun and his wife.
Li Qingyun didn't bother to explain. Everyone was doing their own thing, and after a few glasses of wine, everyone started talking more. Li Chunyi had a stubborn temper. He couldn't understand Zheng Xinyan's behavior, so he suddenly said: "This person was invited from the farm next door.
Feng Shui master? I heard about it in the village. The bastard from the city next door invited him to harm people. Fuwa, how did you get him into your home?"
Zheng Xinyan's eyes suddenly widened, and a fierce light flashed through his eyes. How could it be the Yamano villager's turn to make irresponsible remarks about his own dignified spiritual practice?
Li Qingyun introduced with deep meaning: "This is my fourth grandfather. He has been like this all his life. He is my grandfather's biological brother. It doesn't matter if you glare at him, but if you have other thoughts, be careful that my grandfather will slap you to death."
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"Don't dare, don't dare, I just have cramps in the corners of my eyes, but I don't dare to glare at him. Is he your grandfather's biological brother?" Zheng Xinyan secretly thought, it's bad luck. In this village, any old man you mess with is a relative of a top expert.
"Huh, what do you think?" Li Chunyi said angrily with a straight face, "You young man, you dare to have bad thoughts even if I just say a few words to you? Even if I don't have a brother who knows martial arts, you can do it in front of me
Do you dare to touch me in front of the director of the police station?"
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I'm just a Feng Shui magician who looks after people's houses and makes a living. How dare I have any thoughts. Oh, grandpa, I was wrong just now. Now I'd like to toast you and calm down your anger." Zheng Xinyan thought.
If a good man doesn't suffer the immediate consequences, why should he be so angry with Li Qingyun and his fourth grandfather?
Well, he suddenly became a grandchild. Li Chunyi, who was full of anger at first, had nothing to say. After accepting a glass of wine from him, he felt relieved.
Director Zhang looked at everything that happened in front of him with a smile, and carefully guessed the important information he heard. I had long heard that Li Qingyun's grandfather was a miracle doctor and a martial arts master, but it was rare for ordinary people to see Mr. Li take action.
For a long time, they all thought it was a rumor. Unexpectedly, the foreign master they met in their village was extremely afraid of Mr. Li, which seemed to confirm the authenticity of the rumor.
Director Zhang remembered what Liu Xiangqian said when he talked to him before taking office. If you want to be in this position for a long time, or even go further, you must serve Li Qingyun's family well. This may sound a bit unflattering, but Zhang said
The mayor listened very carefully, because Liu Xiangqian benefited from this and received a lot of care from his superiors. He was originally transferred to the county bureau's casual department, but when the city leaders visited the county, they mentioned Liu Xiangqian's name several times.
It’s impossible for the leaders not to pay attention to him.
"Eat food, eat food, Fourth Grandpa, Master Zheng is now my master in cooking. Please be more considerate of me and I'll give you a toast." Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Little Chef Li quickly stood up and prepared to persuade him to make peace.
.At this table, he has the lowest status, and he didn’t even dare to speak just now.
"You little brat, your elbows are turned out. Forget it, I'm not someone who relies on my old age to show off my old age. Since I can sit at the table of Fuwa's house, it's fate." Today's wine was good, and Li Chunyi was not polite and drank another glass.
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Zheng Xinyan nodded slightly, feeling for the first time that it would be good to have an apprentice. At least he could speak for himself at critical moments.
The atmosphere got much better next time. As long as Zheng Xinyan didn't show off his face, everyone could talk and laugh, talk about their parents, talk about the weather, and talk about farming. Life here is leisurely, and there are no worries.
There are a lot of joys in life.
But before the meal was finished, Li Qingyun heard someone calling his name outside.
"Fuwa, is Fuwa at home? I'm Erlunzi. Someone wants to buy your tea. I brought him here." Erluzi's voice came intermittently from outside. He couldn't speak too long.
Being unable to answer the call for a long time is almost like stuttering.
"Huh? Tea? When will I sell tea? Why do people still come to my house?" Li Qingyun was a little puzzled. There are indeed dozens of old tea trees in the mountains behind his house. The quality is average, and they couldn't be sold for money before. Come here.
Merchants who collect tea try their best to lower the price, and they work very hard to fry a pound of tea, but they can only sell it for twenty or thirty yuan a pound. Every household in the village has some tea trees, and the price ranges from dozens of pounds to hundreds of pounds.
But I worked hard for a long time and couldn't make much money.
But now the tea trees on the back mountain are different. They are often irrigated with spring water fed to chickens. This year's tea leaves are thick and tender, with a bright green color, which is very pleasant. Before Li Qingyun was arrested by the city police, his parents picked some and fried them for more than ten kilograms.
He kept it for himself to drink. Later, in order to look for Li Qingyun, the family had no intention of picking. The workers seemed to have ignored it. When Li Qingyun came back from the hospital, he found that most of the tea leaves were too old. The taste was far inferior to the first time they were picked.
They had no choice but to let workers pick and fry them, then pile them in a dry upstairs room.
Li Qingyun remembered that the tea leaves weighed about dozens of kilograms. Although the leaves were a little older, the quality was not a little bit better than ordinary tea leaves. At that time, he told his parents not to rush to sell, and he would find friends in the city after he had finished dealing with the wild boar.
, let them help handle it.
Seeing Li Qingyun's doubts, Yang Yunu had to explain: "My mother thinks that the tea leaves piled upstairs do not look good. It is too troublesome to dry them on rainy days. If you are not careful, they may get moldy. At that time,
No one wanted it anymore. That day you asked technical experts from the city to provide training to the wild boar farm workers, and tea dealers from other places came to collect the tea. Our mother sold the tea, a total of more than thirty kilograms, for thirty yuan a piece.
It was sold by a pound, and I was given a thousand yuan, so my mother changed hands and gave it to me, saying that I would buy some delicious food to supplement it for my grandson."
"What? Sold it for thirty yuan a catty? Although the tea is a bit old, it is Qingming Yuqian tea after all. I asked my friends in the city to find someone to deal with it, and there are people rushing to get three hundred and one catty."
Li Qingyun grinned bitterly, but his mother had already sold it, and even if it was only a dime a pound, he couldn't say anything.
"I also tried to persuade you, but my mother said that in previous years, the price was twenty-five yuan per catty, and this year it has increased by a few yuan, so you won't suffer a loss if you sell it. Besides, other families in the village have sold it, and it's not our family."
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"Okay, just sell it. Before the rain, the tea leaves were only the vegetables. It rained again today. If you pick the tea leaves later, they will be even less valuable. You can probably fry them for dozens of kilograms more." Li Qingyun said,
Just walk out the door. Erlunzi is a nice person. Since you are calling me, you have to go out and explain.
Zheng Xinyan's eyes almost popped out of his head in the room. He pointed at the tea leaves in the cup on the table and shouted: "Such a good tea only sells for tens of yuan per catty? Oh my God, how is this possible? I will pay a hundred times for it.
I want as much as you have, a thousand times as much as you want. Wherever your tea gardens are, I will pick them myself."
The tea served to Zheng Xinyan the day before yesterday was the first dozen kilograms of young leaves picked. Not only did it taste great, but it also contained a touch of spiritual energy. In the eyes of cultivators, this was the legendary "immortal tea". It was the first time I enjoyed such tea.
During the "Immortal Tea", Zheng Xinyan was so moved that he almost cried. That's why he worked so hard to be a chef for Li Qingyun without asking him to do anything he was good at. But today he found out that the Immortal Tea in his eyes was sold by Li Qingyun's mother
The scrap price was paid.
Yang Yunu saw his thoughts and said lightly: "You can't buy this tea. Our family is not short of money, and we will not sell it at will. As for the tea we sold, although it is from the same tree, the quality is the same as yours."
There is no comparison with the drink. If the tea is picked now, the taste will be even worse."
The village chief Li Tianlai drank too much and said with a drunken smile: "Master Zheng, some things can't be bought with money. I'm not bragging. The total number of talented people in our village is not as good as one of Li Qingyun's fingers."
, what he grows is something that no one else can catch up with. Hehe, when this tea was first roasted, Li Qingyun and his father gave me two kilograms, which is enough for me to drink for more than half a year. This is something I can’t buy even with money.
Good stuff. No one wants the watermelon grown by others for one dollar a pound. The watermelon he grows costs one hundred dollars a pound and no one can get it. But I am his uncle and I want to eat watermelon.
The phone number is guaranteed to be delivered to my home. If you pay a hundred times for it, you can buy it at a thousand times increase. If the relationship is not in place, it will be useless to increase it ten thousand times."
Zheng Xinyan curled his lips in depression and said sincerely: "I'm really rich. I can buy these spiritual objects... well, they're good things. I'd be happy to lose all my money." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and updated novels. Faster!