Song Tan’s Chronicle

Chapter 87: 87. Rich man Secretary Wang

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Ningcheng.

The SF Express guy delivered the package again.

But this time it was different. This time it was not shipped in ice, but an ordinary cardboard box with an airbag column wrapped in a simple sealed bag.

Open the sealed bag and you will find tea leaves inside.

Five thousand yuan! Secretary Wang was actually very cautious and expectant.

However, when he opened the bottle, along with the fragrance of dry tea, he also took out a yellow bamboo stick about one centimeter long and a very small yellow old leaf...

He was speechless for a moment.

I regretted spending 5,000 yuan on impulse, and at the same time I felt heartbroken:

How many agricultural products have ended up in obscurity? The reason is that they only care about the immediate benefits and gradually ruin their reputation!

The leader also specifically told me to pay more attention to...

But fortunately, the tea fragrance is lingering and refreshing, and just based on this fragrance, it seems that I have not lost anything.

I've already bought it, so I have no choice but to accept it.

The leader was still working inside, so Secretary Wang decided to try the taste first before deciding whether to go in and get the leader's teacup.

Otherwise, if the quality of this store's products is not good, wouldn't it be a waste of time to make people sad if you give them away first

then.

Pour out the remaining tea leaves, rinse the hot water in the cup in a circle, and pour it out.

Add dry tea, then add one third of hot water and turn it around...

Secretary Wang didn't move.

This aroma, this aroma is a bit amazing! Just for this, the five thousand yuan is worth it! After all, he is also a person who has drunk good tea. Some of the top-quality teas are just like this when they smell the aroma.

There's even no scent more natural than this one.

Out of respect for the aroma, he poured the water more gently. When the hot water slowly poured in, the whole room was filled with an indescribable aroma that was as calming as a mountain forest...

The fragrance seems to bring a slightly cool feeling, like dew silently seeping into the back of the hand. Just one sniff and the chaotic thoughts in the mind seem to be washed away, making the mind clear and the heart peaceful.

Secretary Wang didn't know how to describe it for a moment.

But with such an effect, his five thousand was really a great bargain!

He knocked on the office door without hesitation:

"Leader, the farmer you asked me to pay attention to last time picked some wild tea this year. I just brewed it and it smells amazing! Can I make you a cup to try?"

"oh?"

The leader stopped writing and became interested.

When he returned home yesterday, he ate the wild vegetables from this family. They were fresh and refreshing, and very good for the stomach. For a middle-aged man like him who cares about health, they are a rare good thing.

Now when I heard about tea, I became even more interested!

He looked at the cup of tea he had just brewed in the morning and said, "I only brewed this cup twice..."

But it doesn't matter.

He picked up the cup and took a sip, then poured the remaining tea into the tea bucket, and then handed the cup out:

"Secretary Wang, thank you for your help."

Secretary Wang could hardly wait to share this wonderful experience with others!

After brewing the tea, he immediately brought it into the office before the aroma dissipated.

The other person sniffed it and said, "Good tea!"

The leader sighed: "It smells so good..."

For a moment, the two tea lovers, holding their tea cups, were immersed in the aroma.

Cloud City.

Song Tan returned home and felt that although today's experience was a bit exciting and novel, it was not entirely without benefits.

For example, the Public Security Bureau in the old city of Yuncheng also raised a pound of tea through crowdfunding.

Of course, it took eight people, a group of cash-strapped policemen, to pool together the ten thousand yuan.

The good thing is that Song Tan promised them: "We won't charge you for shipping."

What I meant is that the Public Security Bureau is just a ten-minute walk from the vegetable market.

The captain said righteously: "Can I get a discount if I pick it up at the stall?"

It is impossible to lose money, not even a penny.

Song Tan pretended not to hear this and left quietly. He thought that you guys can still buy it now, so you should be happy!

As soon as I stopped the car, I received another message on my phone.

This wealthy man named Secretary Wang really didn't hesitate to spend money:

"Hello, do you have any tea left? Please send five pounds. Do you have a gift box? Can you package it for me? I'm planning to give it to someone in the capital next week."

Song Tan smiled proudly and directed Qiao Qiao to take out a pile of gift boxes from the back seat of the car.

On the way back, Song Tan passed by a packaging store on the side of the road and took back the sealing machine, small scale and packaging boxes.

I sent it out too hastily last time, to test the market, and had intended to go the simple route.

But her mother was right: at least we should pick them out to let people know that we put our heart into it, and this attitude cannot be wrong.

Song Tan thought it made sense, so he decided to pay for the gift box out of his own pocket. The sealed bag, the iron box, the packaging box, the handbag... a set cost thirty!

As soon as I entered the yard, I saw Wulan, her grandmother Wang Lifen, and several aunts who were helping to pick tea in the yard, weighing the tea leaves in their hands.

Song Tan became more excited: "How many have you picked today?"

She supplies spiritual energy to that tea mountain every day, and its output should be the best now, dozens of times more than that of Agastache rugosa.

Wu Lan smiled from ear to ear: "I went late, so I only picked less than three catties. Your aunts each picked more than five catties, and your grandmother picked four catties!"

Oh, that's incredible!

Grandma Wang Lifen is old and her hands and feet are a little slow. Every day she has to prepare food for the pigs and breakfast for their family before she can go up the mountain.

Her mother, Wulan, had to help pick the sweet clover, tie it into bundles and weigh it.

Others go up the mountain at six o'clock, but she has to go up at eight or nine o'clock.

The aunt next to her also said, "That's right, the tea leaves are growing really well! In handfuls!"

"Yes," another one also sighed, "In previous years, I picked at most four and a half kilograms of tea. How come I performed beyond my normal level this year when I was working for your family? The money is paid by the day, not by the kilogram..."

After hearing this, everyone started laughing: "You must have been a farmhand for the Song family in your previous life! You would be more enthusiastic working for them than for your own family!"

The topic turned around and around, and finally turned to the production of tea:

"I don't know how your family takes care of it. The tea is thick and fragrant. Zhou Maozhu said that just to fry your tea, he is so energetic every day that he has to wear a mask to fall asleep during the day."

Another one chimed in: "Alas, who can say for sure about the God of Land? Do you remember that year when our family ran into trouble and we didn't take care of the land at all? As a result, the things that grew out of it were big and good, and even the vegetables tasted better than those of other families!"

Speaking of farming, which involves metaphysical experience, everyone is indeed very experienced:

"That's right! You said that when we planted chestnuts, no matter how hard we fertilized and sprayed pesticides, the chestnuts would grow more and less one year..."