One iron pot can complete a process that would require three pots to complete in a tea factory.
It all depends on the experience of the tea roaster.
The machines in the tea factory save labor, but are simple and crude.
It is easy to cause damage during the rolling process, so the best tea leaves are fried by skilled hands.
How could Zhao Xiaoyang waste such good tea in his hand?
Finally, the bamboo strips of fish leaves became a small handful.
The juice squeezed out of the hot pot has dried up, and the bamboo tea broom has begun to emit a rich aroma.
Not to mention using tea leaves, I feel that even if you use this tea sweeper, you can probably make a pot of good tea.
Zhao Xiaoyang didn't waste any more time and put the roasted tea leaves into a ceramic jar while they were still hot.
With the help of temperature and fermentation, the new tea is ready.
Then Zhao Xiaoyang put the pottery jar back into the house and placed it on the shelf used to store tea leaves.
Then start the second pot.
The second pot is the second spring tea, which is several times more than the first spring tea, but the operation is the same.
He was so busy that sweat was dripping from his forehead. The tea leaves he poured into another ceramic jar were only about a little over a pound.
Zhao Xiaoyang left a little bit to taste it himself later.
The tea sold outside has to go through a final fermentation step.
The flavor of fermented tea will naturally improve a lot, and the color of the tea will also become brighter and more beautiful.
Of course, the most important thing is its durability.
This kind of freshly roasted and drunk tea is a benefit that only real tea farmers can enjoy.
"Oh my god, it smells so good!"
At this time, Xiaobao came running over from a distance and sniffed the pot.
"Hey, be careful not to burn your mouth."
Seeing that this guy wanted to shove his head into the pot, Zhao Xiaoyang couldn't help but remind him.
He was not surprised at Xiaobao's reaction.
Yesterday he couldn't help but cook all the new leaves.
"Don't worry, Brother Xiaoyang, I'm not stupid!"
Xiaobao twisted his mouth and then picked up the bamboo basket in his hand.
"Here, Brother Xiaoyang, these are the dried bamboo shoots my mom asked me to bring. They are delicious when cooked with braised pork."
"Okay!"
Zhao Xiaoyang put it away without hesitation, then picked up the boiling water on the fire and soaked the small amount of tea leaves left.
Smelling the faint fragrance, Xiaobao's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Brother Hua, come quickly! It's time for tea!"
"Tsk, just drink tea, you've never had it before, why are you so excited?"
Ah Hua shook his arms, wiped the sweat off his face and muttered, "You ran so fast, why didn't you help me lift it?"
Hearing this, Zhao Xiaoyang looked up and immediately smiled.
No one knew what Ah Hua was carrying on his back. He was so tired that he was sticking out his tongue along with the excited Da Huang next to him.
He quickly went over to help move it over.
It turned out to be a basket of oranges.
"Damn, what did you get so much for?"
"They all grow on the old trees at home, and they produce at least several hundred kilograms a year."
Ah Hua wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve and said, "It's not worth much anyway. The vendors won't come to buy it this year. If I didn't pull some out to sell at a stall, I wouldn't be able to finish it all."
"But these are all good things, all natural and pollution-free. Just eat them as snacks!"
"Then I won't be polite!"
Zhao Xiaoyang nodded.
He knew that this kind of tangerines were not cheap at all in big supermarkets.
When it’s expensive, you can buy it for seven or eight yuan per pound.
But when you buy it from the fruit farmers, the price is very low.
Zhao Xiaoyang peeled one and was about to throw one to Ahua and Xiaobao, but he found that the two guys had already rushed into the house.
He turned over two tea bowls and poured out the freshly brewed tea.
"ah--"
“Oh wow…it’s so hot!”
Zhao Xiaoyang was amused by Ahua.
"Hot? It'll get even hotter if you hit the thermos."
"Oh my god, Brother Xiaoyang, is this the white tea from our village? Or did you bring it back from outside? It's quite good!"
“Of course it’s authentic Nanshan products!”
"Here, it's on that tree."
Zhao Xiaoyang nodded at the Nanshan white tea tree in the yard that had grown to two meters.
"Ah? There are trees here?"
Ah Hua was holding the tea bowl, looking confused.
Xiaobao followed Ah Hua and tilted his head: "I think there is?"
"Is there?"
"Yeah?"
Xiao Bao agreed and asked Ah Hua, "Is there?"
"Well, it seems so!"
puff……
Zhao Xiaoyang almost spit out his tea.
I didn't expect that these two guys could be fooled in this way.
But then again, even if you call the whole village over and ask, I'm afraid no one would think that there is no such tree here.
Because Nanshan White Tea is a typical high mountain tea tree, its average maximum height can reach three meters.
But it has to be an old tree that is three to five years old or older.
It would have taken at least two years for it to grow to its current height.
At this moment, the soil at the roots of the tree is flat, and the leaves are lush and green. It is obvious that the tree is doing well.
Even if a mature tree is transplanted here, it will not appear as lush as this.
It can be said without a doubt that no one else in the world can do this except Zhao Xiaoyang.
At this time, the two of them were looking at the tea tree standing in the corner of the yard in strange ways.
The most important thing is the fresh tea fragrance emanating from the white tea trees, which caught the noses of these two guys.
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