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Chapter 9 The Story of Yi Family Village
After drinking the tea made by Yi Ming, Fei Yiban still felt a little unfinished.

So I found a topic: "You just said that your tea art is incomparable with the village chief, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Fei." Yi Ming answered every question.

"Then why are you sitting and making tea while the village chief is standing and boiling water?" Fei Yiban took the topic a little further.

By the way, let the village chief make him a pot of tea himself.

"..."

Fei Yiban's memory is selective.

When encountering things that he doesn't want to remember, even if it is something he said just a minute ago, he can forget it completely.

It's not easy for Yi Ming and Yi Cunzhang to remind him.

"Boiling water is the village chief's special skill." Yi Ming said, "Look at our village chief's hands, don't they look special?"

"It's a bit..." Fei Yiban thought of an adjective, "Vicissitudes."

"Indeed," Yi Ming said, "Only the hand of our village chief can sense the temper of tea."

Yi Ming didn't pay much attention to Fei Yiban's accomplishments in choosing words and making sentences.

After all, she answered words like [Why are you so old] without any pressure.

"So mysterious?" Fei Yiban didn't believe it.

"Yes. Three parts of tea and seven parts of water." Yi Ming said, "Only the village chief can try out the best water temperature for making tea."

"85 degrees?" Fei Yiban wanted to confirm.

"No, Mr. Fei. 85-90 degrees, this should be what is said in the book, and there may be a distinction between the temperature of the first brew and the second brew." Yi Ming said.

Fei Yiban glanced at Yi Ming, but didn't speak.

"The weather is different, the size of the tea leaves is different, and the suitable temperature is also different. The best temperature is different every day. It is a unique skill of boiling water that I can't learn." Yi Ming's eyes met Fei Yi's class, He smiled and said, "It's really the same as what you said, it's a bit like metaphysics."

"Yes... right." Fei Yiban didn't know how his doubtful eyes were interpreted as approval.

But this seems to be good, to save him from selectively forgetting again.

"If Mr. Fei thinks the tea just now tastes good, at least seven points are due to the water that our village chief handed me." Yi Ming didn't take the credit at all.

"Mingwazi, don't be modest, the tea you made, I don't think I'm wasting the water I boiled." After speaking, Yi Cunzhang looked at Fei Yiban expectantly, and asked, "Mr. Is this tea good?"

This is the question!

When did he say tea was delicious?
At most, he just thought in his heart, this tea should only be available in the sky, how can there be a few times in the world?
Why do they all think that they can see through his mind?
Don't decision makers lose face?
"This tea bar," the mature, rigorous and prudent decision-maker said after a while, "is indeed from a good tea tree."

"Yes, we are full of ancient trees here." The village head echoed repeatedly.

"Let's just pick the worst leaves on the tree." In order to show the profound knowledge necessary for decision makers, Fei Yiban tried to analyze: "White tea is classified according to grades, silver needle > peony king > first grade Peony > Level [-] Peony > Level [-] Peony. Can the leaf you just barely pass Level [-]?"

After listening to Fei Yiban's words, Yi Cunzhang's face turned blue and white, and soon tears began to flow from his eyes.

In the end, I couldn't help it, so I had to wipe it with a black hand with special temperature detection skills.

This time, Fei Yiban was dumbfounded.

He just pretended to be knowledgeable, didn't he pretend a little too much?
But what he said is true, right?
Is it serious enough to make an old man cry?

He's a gentleman, and he has to make amends quickly.

"What I mean is, if you make tea with the cheapest peony, and you can make tea with a better taste than Peony King and Yinzhen, this is really capable!" Fei Yiban gave a thumbs up to Yi Cunzhang , praised: "The village head is good at tea art!"

Fei Yiban let out a long sigh of relief.

As expected of a racing car driver, look at his godlike on-the-spot adaptability!

This should be a very high level of praise, right?

Now the village chief won't feel that there is something in his words, and he will be so wronged that he shed tears, right?
The sweetness in his mouth has not dissipated until now.

He really wanted to drink some more tea.

Even if the village head's hands that don't look very clean do it himself!
Don't drink too much today, just drink tea and get drunk, when will there be another chance like this?

Then, Yi Cunzhang, the head of the village committee, who was still holding back his tears and silently wiping away his tears, began to cry.

The kind that cries.

In the TV series, the loss of a mother in childhood and a child in old age are not so exaggerated.

The God of Chariot Fei was completely incompetent in an instant.

Is he just like the person who bullied him when he was a child, self-righteously saying a lot of hurtful things?
Fei Yiban was so guilty that his proud reflexes began to fail.

If Yi Ming was crying, he might still think about how to comfort him.

Yi Cunzhang looks at least 65 years old.

How could he make a village head grandpa cry like this when he disagreed with each other?
Yi Cunzhang cried until his heart broke.

Crying and howling: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I'm a sinner in Yijia Village!"

"Grandpa the village chief, I just told you and Yi Ming that I don't want to build a factory here, mainly because the land on your side is not suitable." Fei Yiban bit the bullet and explained: "This tea is good. Bad, it has nothing to do with building a factory or not.”

Fei Yiban really did his best, otherwise he wouldn't even use the awkward title of grandpa, the village chief.

"Why doesn't it matter?"

"Why doesn't it matter?"

"Why doesn't it matter?"

When Yi Cunzhang asked, he slapped himself, and when he asked, he slapped himself.

The development of the matter was completely beyond Fei Yiban's comprehension.

He stood up from his chair, neither moving forward nor retreating.

I want to comfort others, but I don't know where to put my hands and what to do next.

He is such a bad, very bad person.

Why does he pretend to be a decision maker?
Why do you have to pretend to be knowledgeable?

"Mr. Fei, sit down for a while." Yi Ming continued to make tea with a calm voice and a stable mood, "Our village chief will be fine in a while."

"This..." Fei Yiban looked at Yi Cunzhang with embarrassment and self-blame.

"It has nothing to do with you. Give the village chief some time, and he will be able to adjust soon." Yi Ming said again.

Why doesn't it matter?
Fei Yiban almost became the village chief's repeater.

Although, Yi Ming's tone of voice and eyes are very convincing.

But Fei Yiban still couldn't believe that the village chief was crying like this, not because of his words just now.

He can honestly tell the village chief that he is not the decision maker, and that he can't buy a racing car because he hit a chicken, which is better than making him the kind of person he hates the most.

The village chief cried so much that Fei's group wanted to cry.

He has always had a soft heart, even if he never admits it himself.

"Mingwazi, I'm guilty, Mingwazi!" the village chief was still howling.

"You didn't." Yi Ming looked calm and composed.

"I brought you here, Mingwazi." The village head continued howling.

"Every household has their own fingerprints." Yi Ming remained calm.

"I signed the contract, Mingwazi!" the village chief continued to howl.

"What you don't want to sign is because everyone forced you to sign." Yi Ming remained calm.

"I can't even bring out some decent tea when the distinguished guest comes, Mingwazi!" The village head continued his efforts.

"Any kind of tea tastes good in your hands." Yi Ming felt no pressure.

"Mingwazi, I'm guilty, Mingwazi." The village head came again.

"I just yelled at this sentence." Yi Ming said to Yi Cunzhang, "You change the sentence, and I will think about whether there is anything else I need to add."

Then, Yi Cunzhang really thought about it seriously, and stopped crying.

Then, Yi Cunzhang quickly shifted his focus in thinking.

"Mr. Fei laughed. Let's make tea for you." Yi Cunzhang wiped away his tears and continued to boil water.

Can it be... like this?
of...?

The hard-shelled and soft-hearted Mr. Fei couldn't react, Yi Cunzhang was fine, and he still didn't know how to get back his crying mood.

Fortunately, there is also tea made by the village chief, which can brighten his mood.

Fei Yiban also listened to the story of Yijia Village in this bubble after bubble.

……

Yijia Village is a small mountain village rich in white tea.

There are many old white tea trees here.

The people of Yijia Village have stayed here for generations.

The white tea here is of excellent quality, but the yield is not high.

Yijia Village has never had anyone who knows how to market.

Except for the tea that the villagers themselves drink, the tea grown is sold carelessly.

Life here is neither good nor bad.

Fifteen years ago, Yi Cunzhang went out to sell tea, and brought back Liu Jinyang, the most successful businessman in Shilibaxiang.

Liu Jinyang is generous, saying that although he was not born in Yijia Village, his neighbors are all in the ten miles and eight towns.

The first time he came, he brought a whole truck full of daily necessities.

They are all things that everyone usually uses, and they are relatively advanced.

People in the village wonder why Liu Jinyang can make so much money.

Liu Jinyang said that he has opened dozens of cement factories all over the country, and in any one of them, he would lie down and count the money.

Liu Jinyang also said that the railway will be built in Yijia Village soon.

When the railway is repaired, there will be a lot of projects to start.

At that time, the cement factory in Yijia Village will also make a lot of money.

He also quietly told the people in Yijia Village a news.

Villages in all directions want to be the first to build cement plants.

It is also said that as long as the cement factory starts to produce, the income will be at least ten times higher than that of tea plantation.

After hearing this, the people in Yijia Village all expressed their desire to become the first village with a cement factory.

Liu Jinyang was very embarrassed, because he was not from Yijia Village, and Yijia Village could not come up with the original start-up capital for the construction of the cement plant.

In the end, Liu Jinyang agreed to lend Yijia Village the start-up capital needed for the cement plant after the villagers of Yijia Village insisted.

Wait until the cement factory in Yijia Village makes money before returning it to him.

Since Yijia Village has no valuable collateral, it is agreed that all white tea production in Yijia Village will be used as a guarantee in the next 15 years.

The annual output is calculated based on the actual output of the contract year.

In this way, the specific output has not yet been clarified, and Liu Jinyang, who is rich and powerful, directly transferred all the start-up funds to the account of Yijia Village.

Yi Cunzhang thought there was something weird about it, but he couldn't tell.

I just thought, why don't I sign this contract yet.

Ten times the income plus ten miles and eight villages, the first opportunity to become rich is in front of them, but the village head wants to back down at this time, and the villagers naturally refuse to let him.

In the end, they united and pressed their fingerprints to force Yi Cunzhang to sign the contract quickly.

In order not to let Liu Jinyang suffer, the people of Yijia Village tried their best to increase the production of white tea that year.

A year passed like this, and the people of Yijia Village abruptly increased the production by 20% without increasing the number of tea trees.

Many people even count the ration tea at home in the output.

Liu Jinyang was also very reasonable, and converted the total value of these teas into one-fifteenth of the money he lent to Yijia Village.

Each tea has a corresponding price according to different grades.

The boss is generous, the tea farmers are grateful, and everyone is happy.

Not long after, the cement plant was almost built, and the start-up capital of the cement plant was almost exhausted.

People in the village began to ask Liu Jinyang, when will the railway be repaired, and when will the cement plant start production?
At first, Liu Jinyang smiled and told the people in Yijia Village to wait.

He also told them not to rush to pay him back.

Later, they simply did not manage the cement factory in Yijia Village.

If the people in Yijia Village wanted to find him, they would only see a lawyer and a cold contract.

Liu Jinyang's real money-making identity is a tea merchant.

He wants to leave Yijia Village's white tea for the next 15 years, and the cement factory is just a cover.

There is such a lucrative factory as bait, and the people in Yijia Village will obediently maximize the output in the first year.

The 15-year contract is signed according to the output in the first year.

In this way, if the subsequent output or quality does not meet the standard, there is a clear compensation clause in the contract.

Liu Jinyang really gave the money to Yijia Village to build a cement factory. In this case, even if the people of Yijia Village wanted to sue, it was impossible for them to win.

Yi Cunzhang felt deeply guilty about this.

If it wasn't for his covetousness to know the vanity of the most successful businessman in ten miles and eight towns and bring Liu Jinyang to the village, even if Yijia Village is not rich, it would still be a harmonious and happy small village.

No matter what happens, it is impossible to be like now. No matter how hard the tea farmers work, they are still getting poorer every year, and young people don't want to stay in the village to live a hard life.

As a place rich in white tea, Liu Jinyang had to choose what they didn't want for the tea they drank on weekdays.

This time, Yi Cunzhang spent a lot of effort to make Yijia Village the first object of inspection of the lock factory.

This time, he didn't meet anyone casually, but when he went to the village for a meeting, he overheard the leader mentioning that he needed to find suitable land for key introduction projects.

Liu Jinyang, an unscrupulous tea merchant, not only defrauded Yijia Village of all white tea production for 15 years, but also had the priority to sign contracts.

If the people in Yijia Village can't pay back the money, then this kind of life will last for another 15 years.

Yijia Village was completely abolished.

This year happens to be the 15th year of No. [-], and Yi Cunzhang did not have much hope for this investigation.

Unexpectedly, the second inspection was ushered in so soon.

Yi Cunzhang regards the lock factory as the last straw.

It's a pity that he stumbles when he is nervous.

If it wasn't for Yi Ming, who had been away from the village for three years, and just came back at this time, he wouldn't even be able to win the chance to make tea for the decision makers.

After the story of Yijia Village was told, the atmosphere of the village committee became a little heavy.

It was so quiet that only the kettle was bubbling.

Suddenly, there was a "pop".

Fei Yiban clapped his hands together, stood up from the chair, and said excitedly, "This story is good!"

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[Blister Mr.] I was too frightened by this sentence to keep grunting.

(End of this chapter)