With the help of Ahua and Xiaobao, two experts who can climb mountains and trees as if they were walking on flat ground, Zhao Xiaoyang no longer has to worry about the Sanchun tea that is about to mature.
After all, in Nanshan Village, if anyone, young or old, male or female, says that he or she doesn’t know how to pick tea, then he or she is definitely not a genuine Nanshan person.
You should know that before cherries were widely planted in the village, Nanshan Village relied on tea trees for its livelihood.
Nanshan white tea, together with the wild delicacies from the mountains, has been the basis of survival for the people of Nanshan since ancient times.
Now, in addition to the village-run tea factory which is still operating on the old tea trees left over from the past, many villagers have followed the old man who introduced the cherry trees and started cherry orchards.
After all, once a tree of this stuff is planted, not only will the yield be high and the price high, but it can also be harvested several times a year, just like Nanshan white tea, which can be harvested throughout the year.
In addition, logistics are now well developed, so even if there are no dealers to buy them, they can be sold online.
So life in the village is much better than before.
At this moment, it is the noon when the sun is at its best in the day.
The harvested tea leaves are enjoying the full light massage, each one curled up slightly in comfort.
Zhao Xiaoyang couldn't help but admire that the tea leaves looked green and transparent, but they also absorbed water very quickly when dried!
If others saw that the tea grown by Zhao Xiaoyang lost water so quickly, they would definitely think that the quality of the tea was not high.
But Zhao Xiaoyang was not worried at all.
He stretched and felt a little sleepy.
Go take a nap first.
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After a good sleep, Zhao Xiaoyang was awakened by the faint fragrance outside.
When I went out, I saw that the tea leaves on the two bamboo strips had been dried.
I reached out and rubbed it a bit, and hmm, it's almost ready to fry.
The quantity was not much, and there was no need to use the tea factory's big wok. Zhao Xiaoyang added some firewood to the small fire from last night.
Then he went to the utility room behind the house and found a sealed small iron pot.
If you ask who has the most complete tools in Nanshan Village, Grandpa Zhao Xiaoyang would be the first.
Although the old man has passed away for some time, these things have a timeless flavor after decades of polishing.
Only such seemingly simple but actually most suitable old tools can bring out the flavor of good tea.
Pip-po... Pip-po...
Zhao Xiaoyang lit a fire and roasted the cleaned iron pot until it was completely dry.
Before the tea leaves are put into the pot, the iron pot itself seems to have been marinated and emits a faint fragrance.
Just then, Ahua called.
While answering the phone, Zhao Xiaoyang reached out to feel the heat in the iron pan.
"Brother Yang, are you awake?"
"I woke up early and was just about to make tea."
"Ah? No way, weren't all the tea trees left by your grandfather sold to the tea factory?"
Ah Hua was a little surprised: "Besides, the first and second spring seasons have just passed, and the third spring tea is still some time away. Why are you frying it now?"
Zhao Xiaoyang looked up at the tea tree that had only about an hour left on its countdown and smiled slightly: "There's another one next to Lao She. I saw that the tea leaves on it have grown, so I took some down myself."
Are there tea trees there?
Why didn’t I notice?
Ah Hua casually replied, "Oh, but I guess it's out of season, so the taste is a little off."
Zhao Xiaoyang smiled and said, "It's indeed a little worse when it's freshly fried than when it's stored and fermented, but I don't think you can taste the difference."
"Oh my god, I used to work in sales for a tea factory. If I didn't know the ropes, they wouldn't want me!"
Ahua was not convinced.
"Brother Yang, you've been out there for too long, you don't know my situation! I'm only half-baked in the village, but when it comes to talking about scriptures with outsiders, I'm an expert."
"Alright, alright, stop bragging to me and quickly call Xiaobao over to come with you."
Zhao Xiaoyang specifically reminded him, "By the way, change into something suitable for work."
"Ah? Work, what kind of work?"
"What's wrong? Can't do it?"
"Hey, now wait a minute. I'm going to the orchard first and get some goodies."
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Xiaoyang retracted his hand, and the thick iron pot was hot enough.
He quickly and carefully put some of the dried new tea into the pot, and then used a special tea-frying broom to sweep it around quickly and skillfully.
In the blink of an eye, the tea leaves in the pot were ready to be cooked, and then Zhao Xiaoyang swept them away.
Set aside to cool and lock in the essence of the tea.
Then the remaining half was done in the same way, and the withering of this batch of tea was completed.
Looking at the tea leaves that were slightly curled up but still intact after being swept and stir-fried by him, Zhao Xiaoyang shook his head proudly.
It seems that I haven't lost my childhood skills!
Then wait for the second pot to cool down. This time there is no need to cook in batches, just put them all in the pot at once.
Zhao Xiaoyang grabbed the handle of the pot and shook it lightly and quickly, while the tea whisk continued to sweep repeatedly in one direction.
The tea leaves seemed to be trapped in a small whirlpool, gradually curling up and tightening.
At the same time, a thin layer of tea mucus began to adhere to the wall of the pot.
Seeing that the heat was almost right, Zhao Xiaoyang grabbed the handle and took the iron pot off the heat!
The tea broom quickly rotates and sweeps in the pot, shaking slightly at the same time, repeatedly scattering the tea leaves that are attached to the viscosity of the tea juice.
Originally, this last step was to separate them, but this iron pot has been with my grandfather for many years and was specially made for him.
After removing from the heat, the temperature slowly drops to the point where it can meet the temperature for shaping the last pot.
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