Chapter 275: Even without tea, I still have enough energy at night

Tea is different from common grains and side dishes.

It’s not that tea trees need to grow in a specific place, but the taste of the tea produced will be different depending on where the tea trees grow.

When tasting tea, the first thing to consider is the water temperature and the method of tasting it, but more importantly, the tea itself has a different aroma.

These are the reasons why the wide variety of teas are divided into different prices.

Sang Zhixia has no idea about tea tasting, but he is very familiar with the planting and growing conditions of tea trees.

When she proposed planting tea trees, Xu Yu quickly figured out his general idea and, using the excuse that he had to deal with important matters, shook her hand softly. Before Sang Zhixia could notice anything unusual, he said, "There's a kind of large-leaf tea that grows on the plains at the foot of the mountain."

"This large-leaf tea lacks flavor and has no lingering fragrance. Rather than the aroma of the tea leaves themselves, it's more the aroma of the aged leather mixed in. It's not great; it all depends on the craftsmanship."

Tea is not produced in abundance in the Northwest, and the common large-leaf tea can only be considered as the middle and lower end of the tea range.

This kind of thing, the quality of which can be easily judged by an expert, takes a lot of effort to grow, but in the end, even after traveling thousands of miles to sell it, it still cannot be sold at a good price.

It's a waste of effort.

Seeing Sang Zhixia frowning and remaining silent, Xu Yu continued, "However, the northwest is cold. Besides the flat plains, there are countless mountain peaks that are even colder."

Sang Zhixia narrowed her eyes: "You mean?"

"Mocha."

Xu Yu grew up under the old man's care. Although he was not an expert in the study of tea ceremony, he was definitely an expert.

Seeing Sang Zhixia's bewildered expression, as if she didn't know what Mocha was, Xu Yu smiled and tugged at her earlobe, explaining, "Mocha is a famous high mountain cold tea."

Because it grows in a cold place that is covered with ice and snow for more than half of the year, the veins and color of the tea leaves are extremely dark, as black as ink. After brewing, the black leaves stretch out and the tea soup is slightly turbid.

Black tea is extremely fragrant when you drink it, and it has a sharp chill that lingers on the tip of your tongue. It has the effect of clearing the heart and refreshing the mind, and can also be used to reduce heart fire and calm the mind.

However, the amount of black tea available each year is extremely small, so the price is extremely high, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is worth one or two thousand gold.

After hearing this, Sang Zhixia hesitated and asked, "Where was this black tea you're talking about produced in previous years?"

Xu Yu smiled: "It's in the northwest."

However, most of the tea trees in Mocha grow naturally, and most of them grow on cliffs, making them extremely difficult to pick and rare.

Sang Zhixia's eyes gradually brightened: "Is it produced in the northwest?"

"right."

Xu Yu squeezed her hand and said, "I asked Song Liu and the others to go to the mountains yesterday to look for tea trees. If there are any..."

"If you find any, stay where you are. Mark them and come back to tell me. I'll dig them out myself!"

Xu Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he tutted his tongue and said happily, "Zhizhi, this isn't a matter of who's going to dig it up."

"Our farmland is all on the plains, but I've heard from people that black tea only grows in the mountains and not on the plains. If you move it down the mountain, it won't survive no matter how hard you try."

"Have you ever thought about what to do with the tea trees after we move them down the mountain?"

Even if the crops are moved down the mountain and managed to survive, what will happen next?

The reason why black tea is so valuable is that it has a hint of chill from the mountains.

But if we move it hastily, will the picked tea still retain its flavor?

If it loses its original characteristics, what is the difference between the black tea that we have obtained with great difficulty and ordinary large-leaf tea?

Sang Zhixia pondered: "Must it grow in the mountains?"

"Don't worry, I'll think of a way."

But before I can think of a way to grow black tea, the matter of the tea plantation cannot be delayed.

Mocha is not suitable for the time being, but aren’t there other types of tea that can be grown?

Wouldn’t it be better to just pick out a few that are worth the trouble?

Xu Yu nodded with a smile, and the root of his tongue felt slightly itchy when he looked at Sang Zhixia's white and tender neck.

Xu Yu was struggling to decide whether to take a bite while no one was around to satisfy his craving when Sang Zhixia suddenly looked up at him, her eyes sparkling: "Xu Yu, would you like some tea?"

Xu Yu looked puzzled: "Tea?"

He looked down at his and Sang Zhixia's clasped hands and said with a smile, "Now?"

Sang Zhixia decisively pulled her hand away, stood up without hesitation and said, "Yes, now."

"Go boil some water, I'll get the tea leaves."

In the blink of an eye, Sang Zhixia stood up and walked away.

Xu Yu watched helplessly as his outstretched hand fell empty, his fingertips curled up and he held his forehead with a look of confusion: "Okay, let's drink tea."

Normally, if you take the time to brew and drink tea, at most you would use a small teapot and a small teacup per person.

While savoring the fragrance of tea, we can also talk about poetry, songs and ambitions, which makes us feel calm, relaxed and peaceful.

It's just right for the two of them to be alone.

But the way Xu Yu wanted to drink tea was obviously fundamentally different from the way Sang Zhixia acted.

Xu Yu watched Sang Zhixia place several boxes of different teas on the small tea table, and his eyebrows twitched subtly.

"Zhizhi, mixing tea seems to mess up the aroma."

"Who told you to mix it?"

Sang Zhixia glanced at Xu Yu strangely, picked up the kettle of boiling water on the small charcoal stove, grabbed a little bit of tea from one of the tea boxes, poured water to brew it.

Sang Zhixia's method of brewing tea was taught by the old man himself.

The tea leaves expand when washed by boiling water, and the beauty comes from the flowing water.

The faint fragrance of tea slowly rose along with the curling mist, and there was a cup of clear black tea in Xu Yu's hand.

Sang Zhixia's eyes were full of anticipation: "Try it?"

Xu Yu drank it as he was told. Sang Zhixia urged him, "What do you think of this?"

"It's warm and fragrant, is it black tea?"

Sang Zhixia snapped her fingers and said, "Ying Shuanghong."

"Is it delicious?"

Xu Yu put down his teacup and nodded, "It has a little aftertaste, but it tastes okay."

Sang Zhixia grabbed Ying Shuanghong's box and placed it on the left, then picked up the small teapot and started rinsing.

Then, under Xu Yu's strange gaze, she put another handful of tea leaves into the clean small teapot and continued brewing.

"Try this again."

“Red in color, slightly bitter, with a strong lingering fragrance.”

Xu Yu took another sip and raised his eyebrows, "Qimen variety?"

"clever!"

"Qimen cold-grown black tea."

Sang Zhixia looked at Xu Yu with amusement after she finished speaking: "Not only do you have a puppy mouth that can bite people, but you also have a dog tongue that can taste everything?"

She couldn't taste any difference when she drank them, but why did they taste so different in this person's mouth?

Xu Yu watched her rinse the teapot again with an expressionless face, and said calmly, "I'm a puppy, so what are you?"

Sang Zhixia paused in grabbing the tea leaves, her face flushed with anger: "Drink your tea well!"

"What do you care about me?!"

After being yelled at, Xu Yu fell silent and drank his tea silently with his head down.

If Xu Yu said yes, Sang Zhixia would put the tea box on the left.

If Xu Yu said it was not very good, the tea box would fall to the right.

For two full hours, more and more boxes piled up on both sides of Sang Zhixia, but his interest in brewing tea remained the same.

Xu Yu had no idea when and where she got so much messy tea!

Seeing Sang Zhixia excitedly about to make another pot, Xu Yu, with a bitter taste in his mouth, could no longer bear it and grabbed Sang Zhixia's hand: "Zhizhi."

Sang Zhixia: “Ah?”

Xu Yu closed his eyes and tried to calm down: "I've drunk enough."

"If I drink any more, I probably won't need to sleep tonight."

Sang Zhixia, intent on using Xu Yu's tongue to taste the quality of the tea, said nonchalantly, "Then don't sleep. Aren't you in good spirits anyway?"

Xu Yu opened his eyes indifferently and spoke word by word: "Do you know what the consequences are if I don't sleep?"

"What?"

"Then you don't have to sleep."

Sang Zhixia: "..."

Xu Yu forced a sinister smile meaningfully: "I don't drink so much tea to stay awake, and I'm still strong enough at night."

"Zhizhi, you gave me so much tea, are you blaming me for not working hard enough last night?"