80s Taoism

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"Calling flowers, calling flowers, I can ride, I can ride!" The mute's cry resounded throughout the garden.

Zhang Jiaohua looked at the mute a little speechlessly. When the mute first learned to ride a bicycle, green buds appeared on the tea trees in the garden. The navel orange tree seedlings were only a dozen centimeters high. But now the tea leaves on the tea tree are green, and the navel orange seedlings are more than 20 centimeters old, and some have even grown one or two forks. The intercropped soybeans in the garden are already lush.

Almost a month has passed in a flash, this guy comes here every day to wrestle all kinds of things, and now he is able to step on the tripod unsteadily, and he is so proud. Make Zhang Jiaohua completely drunk.

"Jiaohua, Jiaohua, I can ride now!" The mute shouted all the way and rushed over, but at the end, he couldn't control himself, and rushed towards Zhang Jiaohua and Zhanshanbao.

Zhang Jiaohua hurriedly dodged to the side, and the Zanshan Leopard also leaped out, dodging the heavy-duty bicycle lightly. Then there was a bang, and I don't know where the bicycle hit again. Zhang Jiaohua felt a pain in his heart. A person can grow back after a fall, but a broken car cannot be repaired. Of course, no matter how stupid the dumb is, after practicing for so long, when he falls down, he won't let the bicycle under him. This guy has been practicing for more than a month, but he hasn't practiced well, and he has already mastered all kinds of throwing techniques. Zhang Jiaohua suspected that dumb Leng was sent by someone else to fix his bicycle. In the past month, the permanent brand bicycle that was originally temporarily new, even the permanent brand trademark has been bumped and deformed. The bicycle has been deformed in many places and the paint has peeled off in many places. It is almost beyond recognition. Fortunately, the quality of the car was so high that it was still able to move after it fell like this, without making any noise.

Sure enough, one end of the bicycle got into the pigsty of the pig farm. The mute was fine, and one end fell into the other's straw-filled pigsty. The bicycle fell to the ground, and he lifted it up to take a look, but the faucet was a little bit off. Zhang Jiaohua clamped the faucet with his legs and straightened it vigorously. Pushed it outside and rode it, nothing happened.

It's not that nothing happened, the flashing was deformed again, and a big piece of paint was missing.

The mute said again and again, "It's okay, it's okay, I was optimistic about the place when it fell down. Beggar, you will let me learn how to drive?"

"No, no, no, I told you yesterday, if I break my car again, I won't practice with you again." Zhang Jiaohua said firmly.

"I really know how to ride today, you let me practice for another week, no, after three days, I will be able to ride to the town." The mute said.

"You still want to ride on the main road because of your level. You don't want to die. I still can't bear this car. If Grandpa Luo in the town sees you falling like this, he will probably blame me for cherishing the gift he gave me." Zhang Jiaohua said.

"No, no, no. People in the town are so rich, they don't take a bicycle seriously." The mute was afraid that Zhang Jiaohua would not lend him the Qixing bicycle for practice.

Zhang Manyin came to the gardening field, and now his mind is filled with the gardening field called Huahua every day.

"Biao Hua, I have been running around the town for the past two days, but there is no way to sell tea. The agricultural material company used to collect tea, but the tea factory in our county closed down, and the agricultural material company no longer accepts tea. I asked everywhere in the town, and now no one in the whole town collects fresh tea. The loose tea sold in the shop is processed by the tea farm. We do not have this technology. Otherwise, we can fry it and send it to the shops in the town." A grandfather like Zhang Manyin is a grandfather who is not very good at expressing. Only at such a juncture can it be seen that he is actually full of love for the grandson of Beggar.

"Then let's fry it ourselves." Zhang Jiaohua thought for a while and said.

"It's not so easy. Roasting tea leaves is also a skill. It's not that easy." Zhang Manyin frowned, and his wrinkled face became more vicissitudes. This tea farm is like a treasure mountain, but now the grandpa and grandson are in the treasure mountain, but there is no way to pick up any treasures from here.

"Can a living person be suffocated by urine? I'll go to the town tomorrow to find Grandpa Luo. Does he know anyone who can roast tea? I'll go and learn the technique of tea roasting. At worst, I'll use this crop of tea leaves to practice my craft." Looking at the two hundred acres of green tea trees, Zhang Jiaohua felt very distressed. This is all money!

Early the next morning, Zhang Jiaohua went to town. Let the mute pass a message to Gong Ziyuan and ask for another day off. Gong Ziyuan has always turned a blind eye to Zhang Jiaohua. Anyway, he didn't know how to teach such a monstrous student.

"I know someone who stirs tea. He used to be an old master at the town tea factory, but now he's retired. I don't know if he's going to do it again. After dinner, I'll take you to the tea factory to find him." Luo Yongming looked at the permanent brand bicycle that was bruised by Zhang Jiaohua, feeling a little heartbroken. On the one hand, I have to help Zhang Jiaohua find a way to solve the current problem.

The master Luo Yongming mentioned was called Zhong Jinxiang, who used to be the master of roasting tea at the tea factory in Gezhuping Town. It is a good hand in frying tea. But he is just doing low-grade tea frying. Putting it in the city or province, it is naturally not considered a powerful role. After all, Gezhuping Town is not a place where tea is traditionally produced. It’s just that tea farms were being developed all over the country, and almost every village had a tea farm. Zhong Jinxiang learned the tea-frying technique through the study classes organized by the county at that time. That is to say, the level of frying loose tea leaves. But in Gezhuping Town, it can be regarded as a scarce technical staff.

Zhong Jinxiang's home was not far away. After dinner, Luo Yongming rode a bicycle with Zhang Jiaohua to find Zhong Jinxiang's home.

"Is Master Zhong at home?" Luo Yongming called at the door.

"Who is it? Is it there?" A middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties quickly walked out of the house, and it was Zhong Jinxiang who he was looking for.

Zhong Jinxiang recognized Luo Yongming at a glance, "It's the old leader. Why are you here?"

Zhong Jinxiang greeted them warmly and asked his wife to bring tea and water to Luo Yongming and Zhang Jiaohua.

"Master Zhong, this is Zhang Jiaohua from Meizi'ao Village. He is the grandson of a friend of mine. His family has contracted a tea plantation in the village. Now the tea leaves are about to be picked. There is no good market. The factory in the town has collapsed. The agricultural materials company doesn't accept tea anymore. I want to come and learn how to roast tea leaves from you."