Chapter 43 Yunxiao Brand Tea

Yuanxiao asked Zhao Fubing to help customize a batch of tea cans, and "Yunxiao Brand Tea" was born.

Everything was ready, but how to sell the things was still a problem.

A bottle of tea was one tael, and Yuanxiao priced it at 30 yuan.

She knew very well that this price was simply sky-high in Qushui County.

But except for the black market, she had no other sales channels.

With her thoughts flying all over the sky, Yuanxiao sat alone in the yard, staring at the sky in a daze.

"Xiaoxiao, what are you thinking about?"

Uncle Gu walked in from the door with a fish in his hand.

Yuanxiao smiled, "Grandpa Gu, we have just fried a batch of tea, you can take a can back for your grandfather to taste."

As she said that, she ran in to get the tea.

Uncle Gu put the fish in his hand into the basin, "I just bought this fish, it's still fresh."

Yuan Xiao didn't refuse. Uncle Gu bought a lot of things these days, and she would bring a portion to them when she was ready.

Uncle Gu took the tea leaves and gave it back to her, smiling, "Speaking of which, my old man has eaten a lot of your things, but has never seen you. Why don't you come in person?"

Yuan Xiao thought about it, agreed, and ran into the room again, "Then wait for me."

She learned from Uncle Gu that his old man was not in good health, and thought of taking some ginseng to them to replenish his body.

Ginseng stewed chicken is the best, but there are no chickens these days. Everyone's chickens are kept to lay eggs and rarely sold. It's also good for making tea.

She wanted to take everything she saw, and soon her hands were full of things.

Uncle Gu saw the things in her hands and smiled helplessly: "You can't take so much, tea is enough."

Yuan Xiao smiled and said nothing, holding the things and following behind.

Uncle Gu's yard is much larger than Yuan Xiao's, but because there are fewer people living there, it seems cold and deserted.

The huge yard is bare, without a single plant.

After passing the yard, Uncle Gu took Yuan Xiao straight to the main house.

There was plenty of light outside, but the main house was pitch black.

Yuan Xiao's first reaction was, could there be a vampire in here?

Uncle Gu said to her with apology: "My old man usually doesn't go out and rarely sees strangers. Please bear with me."

"Old man, our neighbor Xiaoxiao is here to see you."

After a while, there was a slight movement inside, and a hoarse voice said: "Come in."

Although the voice was hoarse, it didn't sound like an old man.

Yuan Xiao followed Uncle Gu in, and Uncle Gu lit the kerosene lamp.

What he saw was a man in his thirties, with a handsome face, a decadent look, and dull pupils. He didn't look like a living person.

Yuan Xiao was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the old man Uncle Gu was talking about was so young.

Yuan Xiao put the things on the table and spoke slowly, "Hello, these are some things we made at home, and we specially sent them to you to try."

The man nodded, "You are thoughtful, Uncle Gu, make some tea."

Uncle Gu responded, and Yuan Xiao handed over his tea leaves, "Drink this, my family just made it. I heard that you are not in good health, so I brought some ginseng I dug from the mountain, you can make tea every day."

Uncle Gu's face changed slightly. The old man hated others talking about his health.

I thought he would definitely be angry, but unexpectedly, he just nodded, "Thank you, you are not old, just call me Uncle Chu."

Uncle Gu was relieved and said that since eating Yuan Xiao's food, their spirits and complexions have improved a lot, and he almost thought he was going to be rejuvenated.

Uncle Gu opened the tea can with a surprised look on his face. He picked up a piece of tea and observed it under the oil lamp.

"Xiaoxiao, did you grow this tea yourself?"

Yuanxiao shook his head, "No, we bought it from someone else's house and roasted it ourselves. I heard it's pretty good."

Uncle Gu's tea-making skills were more professional than Yuanxiao's. It was smooth and pleasing to watch.

Although Chu Jiangping was not a professional, the tea he usually drank was also good.

Uncle Gu put the tea in front of him and he knew the quality of the tea.

"This is the best Maojian. I didn't expect there is such a talented person in Qushui County." Chu Jiangping praised generously.

Yuanxiao was not surprised. Things from the mountains and forests are naturally good.

"If Uncle Chu wants it, I'll give you two more cans."

Chu Jiangping raised his hand, "I can't take advantage of you, Uncle Gu, give me the money."

Before Yuan Xiao could stop him, he heard Chu Jiangping say, "Your tea is good, even if it is specially supplied to the central government, it is qualified. Unfortunately, I am in a desperate situation now and can't help you."

A bitter smile appeared on his face, sour and helpless.

Yuan Xiao never thought about supplying it to the central government, it would be good enough if he could sell it himself.

"I don't know much about tea, it's enough for me to hear from you that this is a good tea, I can sell it at a high price with peace of mind." Yuan Xiao laughed.

Chu Jiangping thought she spoke cheerfully, and he liked this girl who could cook a little more.

For a while, the two chatted.

"At your age, it's better for you to study."

After saying that, Chu Jiangping felt that there was something wrong with his words. Qushui County is a small place. If conditions permit, why wouldn't you send your children to school?

Yuan Xiao agreed immediately, "Yes, I will go to school when school starts in the second half of the year. By the way, was the calligraphy and painting that Uncle Gu gave me last time written by Uncle Chu himself?"

Chu Jiangping seemed to think of the past, and his face became a little gray.

Although his pupils were dull, he could make Yuan Xiao feel his helplessness and grief of being abandoned.

It was like a child abandoned by his mother, unable to find a home.

Yuan Xiao frowned, thinking about how to change the subject, but heard him say, "Yes."

Chu Jiangping has never left the house since he came to Qushui County.

He lives a secluded life and rarely goes out. Apart from Uncle Gu, he doesn't know anyone else.

He thought he would never speak to strangers in his life, but now, he opened an opening with Yuan Xiao.

"In the old society, I am a scholar, and only my handwriting is passable. Don't despise it." Chu Jiangping said self-deprecatingly.

What Yuan Xiao didn't know was that in the capital, even though Chu Jiangping was exiled, his calligraphy and paintings were very popular.

Many people praised him as a "living calligraphy saint", but Chu Jiangping didn't dare to compare himself to a calligraphy saint.

Chu Jiangping thought of Yuan Xiao's age, paused, and said: "It's a pity that I am blind now, otherwise I can still teach you."

Yuan Xiao felt a little relaxed, and her tone was a little bit naive: "I have learned calligraphy before, but I only learned the basics. Wait until Uncle Chu's eyes are better, then teach me."

After saying that, Yuan Xiao felt a little regretful, she was careless.

The real Yuan Xiao worked hard at home, how could she learn calligraphy?

She just felt particularly close to Chu Jiangping, who could write well, as if she saw her grandfather.

Chu Jiangping smiled and said nothing. Looking at his eyes, he probably won't have a good chance in this life.