Chapter 343

"By the way, by the way, the previous piggy bank was left at the ancestral house and I forgot to bring it out for Xiao An. This is the piggy bank we bought for Xiao An when we went shopping at noon."

After a toss, pulling the little fox's hind legs down, Aqing seemed to think of something, took out a Terracotta Warrior-shaped piggy bank, and stood it in front of An Sheng.

"... Piggy bank or not, can you wait until I finish using the bathroom before talking?"

An Sheng pushed his little flowerpot and went to the bathroom to fertilize it, while Aqing knocked on the door, asking An Sheng to come out quickly to see the new piggy bank.

An Sheng was speechless, shook, opened the door, and saw a Terracotta Warrior about sixty centimeters tall standing at the door.

"This is your wife's money."

Aqing squatted on the balcony, took out the banknotes that were previously placed in the locker and not deposited in the ATM, and stuffed the thick stack of hundred-yuan bills into the piggy bank.

"It's all saved. Don't say I'm black-hearted and deducted the fox's food expenses!"

"It's all saved for you to find a wife."

When Aqing said this, she hugged the little fox, carried the piggy bank back to the dormitory, and played the salary video that was just uploaded to the note yesterday for Xiao An.

In the non-background interface, although he couldn't see the video's playback volume, nearly 300,000 likes and more than 40,000 comments shocked An Sheng.

The highest-liked comment: 【There is a kind of food called desolation. Xiao An is miserable, oh. Understand the sack; I have sacks of all colors.】

The second highest-liked comment attached a lawyer's practice certificate and said: 【Contact if needed.】

An Sheng: "..."

Call you?

I'll call, but you better really pick up.

An Mou is not like other dogs; I really have a phone to call you.

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And on the other side.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Lin Ying and Lin Bingyun, who were preparing to go out to purchase ingredients for the evening banquet, came to the basement and suddenly found that there were some very subtle things on the Raptor pickup truck.

"Why are there door leaves in the truck bed?"

In the Raptor's cargo bed, besides the big hammer and some small props like chainsaws, two black iron-colored door leaves engraved with strange patterns appeared at some point.

Lin Ying looked at the door leaves pressed by the giant hammer and asked Lin Bingyun with some confusion.

"Master Fuli loaded the car before leaving, as well as a weapon case thrown in the passenger seat." Lin Bingyun spoke to Lin Ying about the origin of the door leaves.

But regarding the origin of the door leaves, perhaps only Master Fuli knew.

"Weapon case?"

Lin Ying walked to the passenger seat and looked at the dark green big iron box.

"It shouldn't be firearms inside; it might be that Master Fuli used it to hold sundries by the way. It was ringing when it was thrown into the car." Lin Bingyun explained to Lin Ying.

Lin Ying nodded lightly upon seeing this and didn't go to open Master Fuli's box.

After marveling at Master Fuli packing cultural relics from the ruins, Lin Ying got into the business car driven by Lin Shu and went shopping with Lin Bingyun.

Although Lin Bingyun was very careful and had figured out Master Fuli's food habits and home preferences during this period of contact, for the matter of holding a celebration banquet for Master Fuli, Lin Ying always felt that she needed to prepare it personally to have commemorative significance.

And when purchasing ingredients, the phone that An Sheng placed with Lin Ying and was temporarily managed by her suddenly vibrated, reminding her that a call had come in.

【Village Chief Chen calling.】

Seeing the name on the screen, Lin Ying, who was not prepared to answer the phone, was stunned and answered the phone.

"Master! The tea leaves you fried before have all been sold out. Now, the city-level tea competition has reached the registration stage, and I have no tea leaves here!"

Old Chen's voice, full of frustration, came from the other side of the phone, and he said a lot of things in a crackling way.

Regarding the production of "Qing'an Tea", An Sheng had already given the ratio and production environment data to Old Chen when he left Changxi Town, asking Old Chen to help supervise the old man to ask the tea factory to do it, or to open a tea factory himself.

There was no problem with mass-produced tea, but the problem was that there was no tea to play the competition now.

Mass-produced Qing'an Tea, because of the price reason, although it belonged to a pretty good ration tea, it was impossible to achieve results in the village-level tea competition just like that.

Master Fuli said before leaving that he would find a way to get the competition tea.

As a result, before Master Fuli left, he seemed to have lost contact and had no news at all.

Registration was right in front of his eyes, and Old Chen couldn't help but be anxious.

Changxi Town's Tieguanyin was very famous, but the popularity of oolong tea was relatively unknown, and it only had a market in the local area of Jule City.

Having seen Master Fuli's outrageous operations, Old Chen was now counting on Master Fuli to win glory for the village.

"Master Fuli is studying at school." Lin Ying said to Old Chen: "He will come back in the evening, and I will convey the message to him. By the way, Master Fuli asked me to apply for a patent for radiation tea making. It might need the village chief to help take two tea trees from Master Fuli's house."

"Lin... Lin Ying?"

Hearing the female voice from the phone, Old Chen's expression was slightly stunned, and then, he said with a face full of surprise:

"No... radiation tea? Can this be drunk? Is Master Fuli preparing to poison the judging panel?"

"For specific matters, I will let him explain to you when Master Fuli comes back in the evening. I don't know the principle inside, but the radiation tea product has passed the food safety inspection and has obtained the certificate of qualification."

Lin Ying told Old Chen what she knew and the relevant arrangements Master Fuli might make.

"That's fine! You must tell him, otherwise I'm worried that the registration time will pass." Old Chen thought for a moment and exhorted.

After the phone was cut off, Old Chen muttered in his heart: "Isn't Master Fuli in Chang'an? How did Lin Ying run there? I saw Lin Ying go home from work last night..."

"Did Master Fuli go to participate in the tea competition?" Lin Ying looked at the hung-up phone, pondered for a moment, thought of Yu Zhenghong winning the village-level competition category championship, showed an enlightened expression, and roughly imagined what had happened.

"Butler, go and ask if there is any tea fried by Master Fuli at Master Fuli's house, and collect some back."

An Sheng had naturally thought about giving tea leaves to Lin Ying as a gift before, but later thought about it and gave up.

What Fujie drank was tea from the core production area, and the worst Jinjunmei in the tea cabinet at home was sold for more than 6,000.

The first edition of Qing'an had a good taste, but to say it could be comparable to tea produced in famous production areas was just farting.

It was meaningless to give it, and maybe Lin Ying would feel disgusted drinking it, but because it was a gift, it was not good to throw it away.

An Sheng prepared to wait until the tea trees matured and the tea-making craft was improved to produce excellent tea that could pass his heart's evaluation standard before giving it to friends to taste.

An Sheng's thinking was very direct.

But for Lin Ying, the matter of Master Fuli winning an award for the first time in the tea competition had commemorative value.

Just like a child receiving a certificate of merit at school, although knowing that sticking it on the wall would leave marks and damage the wall painted with heavy money, many people would still do so.

It was both commemorating growth and a kind of encouragement. Parents would also be happy to see their child's achievements.

The first-made tea in Master Fuli's eyes, from the commodity value, was indeed not as good as those famous and expensive teas, but from the emotional value, no matter how expensive the tea was, it couldn't compare to the tea Master Fuli fried for the first time in Lin Ying's heart.

Lin Ying could even imagine Master Fuli clumsily reaching out to fry tea in an iron pot, being scalded by the iron pot, making ying-ying sounds with a face full of anger, and the whole fox cursing.

Associating with the story behind the tea leaves, Lin Ying couldn't help but reveal a light smile, feeling that her mood was quite good.

Night.

An Sheng slipped out of school and jumped onto the business car parked in front of the school gate.

"Lin Ying, I have a surprise for you in a while." Seeing Lin Ying, An Sheng opened his mouth happily.

"Oh? Is that so? That's good, I also have a small gift I want to give to Master Fuli." Lin Ying smiled and said.

(End of chapter)