Chapter 245: This time, it really is a blessing

"What?"

"Qing'an Fox Master, is the tea hand-rubbed in an iron pot by a top master invited by Old Chen?"

Chen Peipei received Aqing's call, learned the ins and outs of the whole thing, her face was hard to collapse, her steps moved lightly to her husband's side, and she whispered.

After Seeing Yu Zhenghong heard this, his expression changed several times, and he looked at Chen Peipei with a face full of disbelief:

"This... this matter, I don't know either! Before our village submitted the competition tea, it was all submitted to Old Chen, and then submitted by him."

When he heard it was made by a master, how could Seeing Yu Zhenghong not understand what "Qing'an Oolong" was about.

This tea was hand-stir-fried by a master, and it was a prize-winning tea that tracked quality inspection and control from the tea green stage.

Simply put, the tea green of this tea might sell for dozens of yuan a jin, but the labor cost of this tea might be tens of thousands, and the purpose of production was not for daily sales, but to win awards.

The original intention was to make a name for the tea fields and tea farmers.

If it weren't for the fame, some ordinary tea greens would not be worth asking a master to take action, otherwise, even the labor costs might be difficult to recover.

The master here is not self-proclaimed, but a tea-making master with a national professional grade certificate.

To be called a master by Old Chen, at least he is a provincial or national-level old master.

"..."

And some nearby village committees also heard the conversation between Seeing Yu Zhenghong and his wife. The village committee old man stared with dead fish eyes, looking at the dull Seeing Yu Zhenghong.

"This..."

Seeing Yu Zhenghong's breathing stagnated, he bent down suddenly, and bowed to the village committee and fellow villagers to apologize:

"I'm sorry! It's all my A Hong's ignorance, messing around and making things big. This year, all the sanitation cleaning and Mid-Autumn Festival banquets in the ancestral hall, I, A Hong, will do my best!"

Village collective society is you help people, people help you.

Then, you have to make some contributions to the collective.

Sometimes, whether the village ancestral hall is clean or not actually has little to do with money, but as long as the people in the village can toss and make things, the ancestral hall can always be clean.

Like the exposure of Chen Nian's matter, the old ancestral hall of Changxi Village can basically be built from the ground up and equipped with central air conditioning.

Otherwise, ruining the reputation of the village without making the due contribution, don't be buried back in the future.

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"Modern technology is really developed, it can make me have a headache from two kilometers away, this matter is really something."

After Old Chen arrived at the scene, he first organized the village committee staff to clarify the matter, then dispersed personnel to explain the situation outside, and he hurriedly ran to the competition committee to clarify the matter.

The competition committee will unseal the files to query the information of the first-place winner.

But the relevant information will not be announced. What they need to determine is whether the participant complies with the regulations.

If it complies, inform the villagers, and after the public review list is announced, let everyone see for themselves.

The announcement of the two rounds of lists is the award ceremony, and the information does not need to be sealed at that time.

If it does not comply with the regulations, handle it as it should be handled, issue tickets as it should be, and send it to the public security bureau if it should be sent. In this matter, no one has any face to talk about.

Although the village-level tea competition is at the county level, the leading department is composed of the Agricultural Department and other departments.

By the time the matter subsided, it was already afternoon.

In addition to being stared at by the whole village, Seeing Yu Zhenghong was also besieged by tea merchants from all over the place, blocking a dark-skinned farming strong man in the corner of the market.

Seeing Yu Zhenghong shivered, facing these tea merchants who were sending him money, he couldn't say a word.

He hadn't drunk that Qing'an Oolong tea, and because it was made by a master, he didn't know the price either.

"Those who want to taste Qing'an tea, go to the village committee to sit down and talk, let's make way now..." After Old Chen handled the matter, he found Seeing Yu Zhenghong, who was besieged by tea merchants, and helped him out.

It is very normal for Seeing Yu Zhenghong to be surrounded by tea merchants.

Because tea merchants all think Seeing Yu Zhenghong is bragging and lying, wanting to hang it up and sell it.

In previous years, the award-winning tea of each category also had this routine.

Whether you can get the goods is nothing more than a matter of price and a tough attitude, pushing him to the corner, the matter can be discussed slowly, or the price can be beaten down.

But this time Seeing Yu Zhenghong is really wronged.

He hasn't drunk that tea, so he won't brag.

He doesn't know the selling price, and he doesn't dare to sell it.

Don't sell a jin, lose tens of thousands yourself, and by then, you will really lose even your underpants, revealing a big butt.

"Thanks, Old Chen, it's too terrifying, I almost thought I arrived in Bharat just now."

Seeing Yu Zhenghong wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face full of lingering fear and a little aftertaste, and complained.

He was surrounded by tea merchants!

To put it bluntly, those are all people sending money!

In the past, Seeing Yu Zhenghong didn't even dare to think about it. He usually belonged to the tea merchant crowd, waving banknotes and rushing to send money to tea farmers. When had he ever had this experience?

"You will get used to it in the future."

Old Chen looked at the silly guy and couldn't help but shake his head secretly in his heart.

Others don't know the so-called master, doesn't he know the origin of the so-called master?

The quality of the tea green in A Hong's house this year is so low, but Master Fuli was able to save it alive and defeat those serious participating tea farmers to win the first prize in the category.

By the time the tea trees grow and develop next year, the quality of the tea green in A Hong's house will get better and better.

The tea personally made by Master Fuli can be sold as high-end tea.

And the machine-made tea made with the same skills is sold as mid-to-low-end based on the quality of the tea green.

Because there is Master Fuli's mature tea-making skills, A Hong's house will not lack high, medium, and low-end tea.

The only thing he needs to do is to take Master Fuli's tea to participate in competitions everywhere and make a name for himself.

Old Chen watched An Sheng enter the village with his own eyes.

Sometimes, looking back at A Hong's family, he had to sigh that silly people have silly blessings.

A Hong has no other specialties, he is just honest. He will contribute manpower and effort to any family's big or small things, and he will actively participate in any activities of the village collective, down-to-earth.

After getting the tea field, Old Chen originally thought that A Hong would be fulfilled after surviving these few years.

Unexpectedly, the arrival of Master Fuli directly turned A Hong's fulfilled life into a starting point for life.

Tea fields, tea houses, and live streaming are all booming.

If this continues, Old Chen is worried that after A Hong floats, he will go out to prostitute and be detained for fifteen days, and be beaten to death by Chen Peipei when he returns home. Old Chen does not doubt Chen Peipei's combat power.

"By the way, what does the village chief want with me? It can't be that we are starting to settle accounts now, right?"

After Seeing Yu Zhenghong breathed a sigh of relief, he asked Old Chen with trepidation.

"Settle what accounts, you silly guy, I clearly told you before that I helped you report three types of tea, you forgot everything after sobering up! Come with me, offer tea to the old people in the village, and apologize honestly."

Old Chen scolded angrily: "In the future, when discussing serious matters, quit that wine!"

"Almost invited the grandfather out, this matter has caused such a stir..."

The grandfather of Zhangxizhen is a nearly hundred-year-old man, the most venerable old man in the whole village.

A set of faded green military uniforms, with medals hanging on his chest that can be used as bulletproof vests.

Whenever the village encounters unfair things, it is always useful for the villagers to invite the grandfather out.

Once the grandfather sits there, no matter what leader, everyone has to honestly come over to offer tea.

The tea competition matter, the villagers and the competition side are easy to talk about... but even the grandfather was invited out, Old Chen also felt his scalp tingling.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 246 =====