80s Taoism

Fortunately, Luo Changjun, who was very affectionate to Zhang, soon brought good news. The sale of tea has taken place. The last time Zhang Jiaohua took the past samples to Luo Changjun's classmate in the provincial capital, Luo Changjun's classmate quickly sent the tea to the experts for tasting. Experts who have tasted tea are very interested in Zhang Jiaohua's tea.

However, the tea they are interested in is not the Maojian fried by Zhong Jinxiang, although the tea fried by Zhong Jinxiang this time is considered to be very good, it can definitely be rated as special. However, such tea does not have many advantages in the province. What they are interested in is the tea made by Zhang Jiaohua, which is a new technology for processing tea, and the tea made is extraordinary. Zhang Jiaohua was specially invited to participate in the tea evaluation meeting in the province.

It was impossible for the provincial tea evaluation committee to invite Zhang Jiaohua to such a self-employed person. But Zhang Jiaohua’s tea may be the most distinctive of this tea evaluation conference, and it is most likely to represent the province to participate in the national tea evaluation conference. And it is the tea that is most likely to win the highest prize.

Luo Changjun brought the bronzing and scarlet invitation card to Meizi'ao, and handed the invitation card to Zhang Jiaohua's hand.

"Have a flower, you are terrible. You have participated in this assessment meeting. If you get the prize, you won't have to worry about the sale of tea anymore. Didn't you still want to put your tea in the county department store that day to sell it? If you can win an award, you are guaranteed that your tea can be placed in department stores in the county. Not only department stores in the county, but also in the city, the province, and even in department stores in Beijing. It's a pity that you have a total of more than two hundred acres of tea, not much output. Otherwise, your tea can be sold internationally." Luo Changjun patted Zhang Huanhua on the shoulder.

Zhang Jiaohua looked at the hot-stamped red invitation card and looked at it again. It felt like a dream again. People in the province would invite themselves to participate in the assessment. He doesn't know what effect the result of the assessment will have on him.

"I just want to sell the tea as soon as possible, otherwise I will die of poverty. The wild boars in the pigpen are like a bottomless pit. I eat too much every day." Zhang Biaohua was a little bit embarrassed.

"Are you raising wild boars again?" Luo Changjun's eyes widened. "You kid, you have to focus on your studies now. You are good, and you are making tea and planting fruit trees. Now you are also raising wild boars. By the way, you have planted more than an acre of rice. How can you still have energy to go to school?"

Zhang Jiaohua scratched his head, "I see fruit trees and tea trees, all need to be fertilized. If you raise some pigs, there will be pig manure to fertilize the fruit trees and tea trees. Anyway, I caught these wild boars in the mountains. You don’t need to spend any money. But I didn’t expect these wild boars to eat so much a day. I just want to sell the tea so that I can buy food to feed the wild boars."

Luo Changjun drew Zhang Jiahua into the car and looked around and there was no one else before he said, "Don't sell tea now. You put the tea in my house first. Tell others that the tea has been ordered, and they will pay you a deposit. You can use a sum of money to buy food to feed the wild boars. In the future, you should not make the stall too big because your parents are not at home. The most important thing is that you study hard. You really want to stay in Meizi'ao. For a lifetime?"

"Mei Zi'ao is pretty good." Zhang Jiaohua scratched his head. He was telling the truth. He still didn't understand why his parents had to go to Guangdong to work.

"I'm not saying that Meizi'ao is not good, I'm saying that you should study hard, go to university in the future, and go to a big city. It will be better." Luo Changjun said that he was a little circumspect.

"Since Meizi'ao is very good, why should I go to the big city? In Meizi'ao, I have no shortage of food and a lot of clothes. It's good. What can I do in a big city?" Zhang Jiaohua was puzzled.

"Of course it's good to go to a big city. You will eat the national food when you enter university in the future. You will receive monthly salary, and you will have a retirement pension. You are not tired at work, how tired are you farming?" Luo Changjun thought for a while and finally found Give a very convincing reason.

It's just that Luo Changjun didn't think that the reason he was looking for was not suitable for Zhang beggar. Because Zhang is a flower farmer, his feet are not touched by water. When farming, his shoes don't stick to mud. If the tea from the gardening farm can be sold. In the future, one crop of tea will be picked and sold, and the income will be relatively fixed.

"It's not tiring to farm." Zhang Jiaohua said in a daze for a while.

Luo Changjun was anxious, "Anyway, I study at a younger age."

"Oh." Seeing Luo Changjun's anxiety, Zhang Jiaohua couldn't stand up to him. The veteran Taoist master also said that he should study more books, otherwise he would not even be able to draw a symbol.

This time, Zhang Jiaohua took out a "deposit" on the grounds that the tea had been ordered by the provincial unit, bought a cart of Baogu, and bought a grinder. By the way, all the wages owed last time were paid out. Immediately aroused heated discussion among the villagers.

Zhang Jiwang sat under the huge persimmon trees in their yard, knocked on the pipe in his hand, grabbed a handful of shredded tobacco from the pipe and put it in the pipe, and lit a match to light the cigarette. It is said that the child beggar is a capable person that we have met in Meiziao once in a hundred years. It used to be said that Chen Dianzi is a capable person. Compared with the beggar, what is Chen Dianzi's worth?"

"That can’t be said like that~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Zhang Xingwang stretched out the pipe in front of Zhang Jiwang and asked Zhang Jiwang to ask for some shredded tobacco. Zhang Jiwang reluctantly grabbed a handful of shredded tobacco from his pipe and carefully took out the extra. A little shredded tobacco was put back into the pipe.

Zhang Xingwang took a sip, and then continued, "When Chen Dianzi was not insane, he was indeed a capable man. Compared with bidding, it may not be worse than bidding. It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven. I can think of such a powerful character, turned into a lunatic. Alas, what a pity."

"That can't be compared with the bidder. The bidder is only so big now. If the bidder grows up, who can see his ability in the future?" Zhang Jiwang insisted on his point of view.

"Uncle Jiwang is right. The begging is about making tea and raising wild boars. These are things that the people of Meiziao never dared to think about. But it was done in his hands. This time the tea has not been sold yet. When you go out, others will pay the money. You have to go to the provincial city to participate in the tea evaluation meeting. If you get a provincial gold quality award, you can definitely participate in the national evaluation meeting. I drank the tea that was made by handicrafts. Sending it to me is almost like drinking a jade syrup and jade liquid. It is really delicious. This tea is sent to the province, and there is no problem with winning the provincial gold prize." Zhang Qigao said.

Zhang Manyin has both ups and downs, and the happy thing is that the beggar finally got through the storm. But the worry is that the beggar is going to the provincial capital. Zhang Manyin has never traveled far in his life, and the farthest place he has been to is Gezhuping Town. I haven't even been to the county seat. But this time, he had to accompany Man Sun to the provincial capital. Provincial capital! Zhang Manyin tossed and couldn't sleep again at night. Getting up from the bed, a man walked under the eaves, sat on a stool, and unskilledly took out a cigarette from the cigarette box. This smoke was sent by Luo Changjun. Zhang Manyin has been reluctant to draw. Occasionally take out one to taste slowly.