After listening to the persuasion, I will live broadcast Cultivation of Immortals

Chapter 17 New Technology

"Old Huang, how did you get this tea?" At this moment, Boss Xu couldn't help but speak.

He is the oldest one among the local tea merchants, and the others have more or less been helped by him, so words still have some weight.

Huang Youde didn't dare to gain his face, but said vaguely: "I also got it by accident when collecting tea from the countryside."

Which of the tea merchants here is not an old fox, and they all understood after hearing this: this guy wants to eat alone.

Boss Xu saw that he didn't want to talk about it, so naturally he didn't want to ask more questions. He just said casually: "This tea is interesting. The craftsmanship is different from the current one. Everyone should try to figure it out."

"After drinking tea for so many years, how can you still make it difficult?"

All the tea merchants nodded in agreement, only Lao Jiu remained silent.

He is also a well-known figure in the tea frying business.

But in his opinion, this tea is not as simple as it seems.

Generally speaking, the process of frying tea is nothing more than a few steps: picking, finishing, rolling, and drying.

Just depending on the type of tea, some steps will be different.

There are only two steps like white tea: picking and drying.

Before the oolong tea is finished, there are sun-dried greens, shaken greens, cool greens, and then there are two kneading and two dryings.

Black tea and dark tea are fermented teas. Black tea is more withered and fermented, while black tea is more fermented.

In addition, there are twelve methods, ten methods, etc., which are often more gimmicks than reality.

But the golden pekoe snow buds in front of him are not included in these crafts at all.

Just a little "locking incense" technique, Lao Jiu can't understand it at all.

Wanting to reproduce this kind of craftsmanship is simply a dream.

In fact, they don't know how many years it took two generations of the Chen family to refine this craft.

And this is on the premise that he has the Qingcheng Ancient Formula.

They have no basis at all, and want to jump out of the cage of modern craftsmanship, which is tantamount to directly creating a new tea ceremony.

Lao Jiu's eyes swept over everyone, and finally fell on Huang Youde: If you don't say it now, you will have to spit it out sooner or later.

"Everyone, the tea from Mr. Huang's side is delicious, but it's just too little, and it's not enough to drink."

"Buckingham has a new batch of tea, let's continue drinking in another place."

"Hahaha, it has to be Lao Jiu."

"That's right, it doesn't matter if you make money or not, SPA must be arranged."

……

Early the next morning.

Chen Jin was still the same as yesterday, riding a motorcycle out of the house before dawn.

Fortunately, there are not too many couriers now. If there are more, motorcycles alone will not be enough.

Hand over all the packages to Zhu Qingzhou, and prepare a box of Mingqian Xueya for him to try out.

It's not yet the Ching Ming holiday, and this product is also very idle, so there is no need to use it for nothing.

Zhu Qingzhou also never tired of it, he wanted to go to Chashan with Chen Jin, but was rejected by Chen Jin.

Even best friends should have a moderate sense of boundaries.

After bidding farewell to Zhu Qingzhou, Chen Jin rushed to Tanzi Mountain without stopping.

When he went up the mountain just in time for breakfast, it was still big buns with white rice porridge.

The past few days may be due to practicing boxing, Chen Jin's appetite has increased greatly.

Three buns and a bowl of rice porridge to fill the gaps can only be regarded as [-]% full.

Choose the location, fix the equipment, and start broadcasting.

……

At the same time, in Dujiang City, which is more than 60 kilometers away from Mount Qingcheng, a young reporter entered the office carrying two express boxes.

Xu Yi is "hands in pockets" in Chen Jin's live broadcast room.

When Chen Jin was still shooting vlogs in college, Xu Yi followed his live broadcast room and found it very interesting.

Later, Chen Jin graduated from university and joined the work, and Xu Yi also successfully entered the Dujiang Daily in Dujiang City and became a grassroots reporter.

The day before yesterday, when Xu Yi was swiping his phone, he suddenly received a notification from Chen Jin that it was rebroadcasting.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for a few years, the other party changed his career to selling tea.

Alas, the world is impermanent, how can I be better?

Originally, he was a youthful and high-spirited boy, full of ambitions and wanted to fight vigorously, just like the name 'fighting Sao Nian' in Chen Jin's live broadcast room.

But I didn't expect that after I was admitted to the establishment, my whole life seemed to be suddenly pressed the pause button.

Documents, materials, reports...

In this boring environment, day after day.

Grinding out youth, grinding out fighting spirit.

Waking up every morning with no answers.

But what can I do?

Resign?Do not make jokes.

Beggars now use QR codes to beg for food, are you a mess?
Out of the emotion of going through youth together, and out of helplessness in life, Xu Yi ordered a pack of tea in Chen Jin's live broadcast room.

And he was also the first viewer to place an order in Chen Jin's live broadcast room.

What Xu Yi didn't expect was that the tea ordered the day before yesterday was delivered only one day later.

"Let's not talk about whether the tea is good or not, at least the delivery is pretty fast."

In fact, Xu Yi doesn't drink much tea, so he doesn't have much research on tea.

Two packages of express delivery, one of which is rectangular and heavy, should be the tea set sent by the anchor.

And the other express delivery, which is not too light, should be tea.

It happened to be working time, so Xu Yi didn't unpack the tea set, but unpacked the tea leaves.

There is only a small palm-sized box inside, and the box is an ordinary iron box.

The iron box is packed in 50g, with the scenery of Mount Qingcheng painted on the surface, although it is simple, it is also elegant.

Xu Yi knew that Chen Jin's house was near Qingcheng Mountain, and the two of them were fellow villagers, which was one of the reasons why he placed the order at that time.

"It looks pretty good."

When you open the tea box, you will be greeted with a strong tea aroma.

Although Xu Yi doesn't drink tea, he likes the fragrance of tea very much.

Inside the tea box, there is a small plastic bag three fingers wide, which contains about one brew.

"Is this the 399 Mingqian Xueya?"

He held up the small bag and took a closer look. Every tea leaf in it was a bud, and each bud was only the size of a tongue. Golden melon seeds.

"This tea is so pretty, I don't know how it tastes like."

Xu Yi picked up the water glass on the desk and poured the half glass of cold water left over from yesterday into the pot of green radish.

This pot of green radishes is probably the only bit of life in this office.

He didn't know much about tea ceremony, so he just poured the tea into a cup and poured hot water on it.

In an instant, it seemed that an invisible mass of hands enveloped the entire office...

This office is located on the fifth floor of the newspaper building. It is quite spacious in terms of space. From a rough look, there are about fifteen or sixteen workstations.

It is not yet working time, so there are not many people at the workstations.

In the deepest part of the office, where Xu Yi's workstation was diagonally opposite, with his back against the base of the wall, a middle-aged man with thinning hair suddenly raised his head.

His complexion was slightly yellow, his forehead was shiny, and the years passed by everyone's face, but he stomped fiercely on his face alone.

(End of this chapter)