Chapter 79: One-Liang Brother's Face and Money

"Good fellow!"

A group of middle-aged men cursed: "I said I wanted to play cards, you didn't go! Old Wu said to go fishing, you still didn't go... asked you what you were doing, you said you wanted to taste tea at home!"

Retired middle-aged men, if they aren't wearing windbreakers and lording over scenic spots with other retired aunts, they are squatting by the water, focused on being fishing enthusiasts.

If not, they were gambling in the card table, and they were all playing for one or five yuan.

The plan was disrupted, and Old Sun spoke so mysteriously, as if he had obtained the ultimate exclusive high-grade Dahongpao tea!

A group of people wavered, and in two or three sentences, they persuaded him to come back and take out the peerless good tea for everyone to taste.

This Old Sun, pretending to be mysterious, at first made a look of reluctance, they were just a few people drinking a cup each, how much could there be? At most one liang, right?

Yet he was still hesitant.

If it weren't for the friendship of many years, and the words were already there, they wouldn't have had this opportunity to enter the house today.

Who knew that after paving the way for so long, and expecting for a long time, the result was that this old thing dug for a long time in the refrigerator, and only dug out this small bag of tea leaves!

Just that bag—that bag was so familiar, wasn't it the one Old Sun used to carry tea leaves when he went out?

tui!

A group of people showed contempt.

Old Sun's character was insulted, and at this moment he said loudly: "What do you know? Don't look at this tea leaf only being one liang..."

Well, there wasn't even one liang now, he had secretly brewed a cup of hot water when he brought it back in the morning. The moment it rushed down, the room was full of fragrance, and even his wife, who never drank tea, subconsciously asked: "What tea is this? It smells so good."

How thrilling, how exciting! It was hard for Old Sun to make up an excuse.

As for that cup of Fresh Maojian tea, Old Sun brewed it seven or eight times, and finally chewed up the tea leaves and swallowed them before putting the cup away, still wanting more.

It didn't matter if he went out to show off, he had recruited all these people.

Recruited is recruited, and he was ready to bleed heavily, and then wait for everyone's admiring eyes.

This group of people didn't believe it!

Hey! Old Sun also got angry: He had to let this group of people know this afternoon what is called good tea!

Only hearing Old Sun angrily say: "Do you know how much this small bag costs? One thousand yuan! My own bottom line for playing cards was five hundred yuan, plus the private money I saved for so many years, five hundred yuan, only then did I grab it in the first time!"

So he didn't dare to let his family know.

One thousand yuan per liang?

Don't look at this group of middle-aged men whose monthly pension is two or three thousand yuan, which seems quite comfortable, but in this world today, what can this little money do?

There are still grandchildren who need to be subsidized from time to time.

Just looking at the tea leaves they usually drink, even the one who is most picky about tea among them only spends one thousand yuan a year to buy two jin to satisfy his addiction.

Their local tea leaves are not famous, and the unit price of five hundred yuan is already very good.

Now that they learned that Old Sun had silently spent one thousand yuan to buy tea leaves, and only bought one liang, everyone instantly became energetic.

So they each found a place to sit in this old unit room, and automatically and spontaneously took out a few glass cups from under the coffee table.

"Come, come, come! Let us see what this one thousand yuan per liang tea leaf looks like?"

Everyone looked at each other, and the expectation for the tea leaves, and the eyes estimating the possibility of Old Sun being cheated, all flowed, and everything was in the words.

Old Sun had been with them for a long time, how could he not see that everyone had no vision, and at this moment he snorted coldly:

"Wait, I'll boil a pot of water first."

The water was boiled, and Old Zhou disliked that the cups for guests at home were not transparent enough, so he took them to the sink and washed them repeatedly with toothpaste.

By the time everything was ready, only waiting for a thermometer to test the water temperature, everyone had long been impatient, and Old Sun opened the sealed bag.

When pinching the tea leaves, his hands were trembling with heartache. The double tug-of-war between face and money suddenly gave him the impulse to regret.

In order not to lose face in front of his brothers, he could only change the subject: "You smell it, this is fresh dry tea just stir-fried, is it fragrant?"

Now it hadn't been brewed yet, just the dry tea fell to the bottom of the cup. Everyone sniffed, and there was indeed a faint tea fragrance floating in the air.

Not obvious.

But dry tea having this smell was already quite outstanding.

Those who know how to drink tea were already swirling the transparent glass cup, examining the shape and color of the dry tea leaves, sniffing them constantly, and finally concluded:

"Old Sun, you really didn't spend this one thousand yuan in vain."

Locals have a habit of washing tea when drinking Fresh Maojian; dry tea enters the cup, then pour one-third of the water, shake it twice, and then pour out the water.

The next is the official brewing.

Usually, this first rinse of tea is poured away directly, but today, everyone smelled the fresh fragrance and watched as Old Sun poured out the first brew from each cup and refilled them with a new glass, and surprisingly, no one said a word.

After the official brewing, the tea leaves rolled and stretched under the surge of water flow, the buds stood upright, and the green color, reflecting the grass-green color like spring in the cup, and smelling the fresh tea fragrance rolling in the room...

Everyone took a long breath.

"Fragrant!"

The words had just fallen, but they heard a "click" sound of the door being twisted.

Everyone's heart trembled instantly.

Only seeing Old Sun's wife carrying a vegetable basket just entered the door, and was also startled by the few middle-aged men sitting in rows in this narrow living room.

"Oh my."

She called out.

Old Sun also "Oh my" in his heart, subconsciously moved the teacup in front of him, as if this could reduce his presence.

Old Sun's wife smiled: "Why are you all here? Didn't tell me in advance... just right, I have two bundles of Chinese milk vetch I bought this morning, stay and eat at home tonight!"

They are all retired middle-aged people, who doesn't know how much of a stir one thousand yuan per liang of tea leaves can make at home?

Everyone raised their hearts, not interested in any Chinese milk vetch, and each awkwardly moved the teacups towards themselves.

Moving like this, it seemed even more embarrassed.

It's one thousand yuan per liang, and they shared it, even if Old Sun was stingy and only covered the bottom of the cup, now only a small half was left.

Calculating this, this mouthful is one or two hundred.

There were many people at home, and Old Sun's wife's vegetables were not enough; she put down the vegetable basket, hurriedly twisted the door handle again, and prepared to go out:

"You guys chat first, I'll go buy some braised dishes, just eat casually tonight."

Seeing her body turn, and the door handle turn, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But this sigh seemed too obvious in the room, only seeing Old Sun's wife turn around again, sniffing:

"I wanted to ask this morning, Old Sun, where did you get such fragrant tea leaves? How much did it cost?"

－－－－－－Author's Note－－－－－－

One-Liang Brother is quite appropriate, One-Liang Uncle is more suitable!

There's more! It's Monday, cheer up, maybe you can see ten thousand words? Come, press the Ten-Thousand Concubine!

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