My village can't be like this

Chapter 271 The Miraculous Old Tea Tree

In the welcoming team, most of the young people in the village were invited by Zhou Yang's family to stop him for a drink.

All of them can drink well, and before going out, they have made a guarantee with Mrs. Zhou and his wife to complete the task.

But now, they were trying their best, and it was impossible to drink all of them.

But everyone who went forward drank a few stools, and basically changed at least one person from the other party.

In the end, almost all the people who came to drink in the welcoming team were almost the same, but there were still many people standing on the other side.

There is no way, this is the base camp of others after all, and I can't bear the fact that there are so many families.

There is really no way, and the elders can also be allowed to stand out, but in this case, they may lose a bit of momentum.

Looking at the remaining half of the stool, Zhang An knew that it was time for him to make a move.

Seeing so much wine left, Su Ying looked at Zhang An worriedly.

Although she knew that her man's drinking capacity was not normal, but seeing so much alcohol made her feel a little worried.

She has never seen the Miao family's wedding or the Miao family's married daughter, so she came here to take a look today.

After all, they were husband and wife. Zhang An could feel Su Ying's emotions. He turned around and gave her a reassuring smile, then walked out of the crowd and walked towards the bench where the wine was placed.

Not only the people from Changqing's side looked at Zhang An, but even many people from Chen Wenwen's house were staring at Zhang An.

Everyone in the village knew that Zhang An had an unusual capacity for alcohol, but no one knew how much he could drink, because no one had ever seen Zhang An get drunk.

As for Maomaoqing, it was because many people were drunk by Zhang An when Zhou Yang came over to post his horoscope last time.

This time, although Zhang An didn't show up for the drink at the door, everyone saw him coming, and no one dared to ignore him.

It was getting late, although there was no sun, but there were still mats and pork legs ready to be offered in the square plate.

Although I don't worry about it being damaged, it is tiring after all to be carried all the time.

So Zhang An suggested that you don't need to drink this wine one by one, which would be a waste of time.

If you continue to do this, it will definitely delay the opening time.

Simply hold the wine and drink it directly, wherever you drink it counts.

When the relatives of Chen Wenwen's family heard this, they also felt that this was the reason, so they followed Zhang An's suggestion.

Zhang An picked up a bowl of wine, offered a gift to the woman's house, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then bowls of flower wine were poured into Zhang An's mouth like white water.

At the beginning, the opponent could still keep up with Zhang An's rhythm.

But within 2 minutes, they found that Zhang An had dumped some of their stools.

As a last resort, they called a few people to join them.

It doesn't matter if your momentum is lowered, it's better than the last drink, and there is still a pile left on your side, which is a shameful thing.

During this period, several people of the same age in the village took over Zhang An's place after taking a break.

Zhang An also used excuses to go to the toilet several times.

Otherwise, so much wine, although Zhang An mostly poured it into the space.

But in other people's eyes, he just drank until his stomach, and if Zhang An's stomach didn't change in the end, it would definitely be unreasonable.

So Zhang An also used the excuse of going to the toilet to make everyone think that he had queued up a bit, which seemed more reasonable.

Zhang An's face turned slightly red when he finished drinking the set wine at the door.

As for Mao Maoqing's drinking companions, they all began to turn up, but they all wrote a big word of obedience to Zhang An.

Last time they were drunk by Zhang An, they were still a little dissatisfied and planned to find some excuses this time.

But now, each of them has no idea in their hearts.

For Zhang An, they all felt that they couldn't drink a little.

After drinking the wine at the door, the woman's family opened the door generously and invited the wedding party into the main room.

Brother Zhang An's tasks can be regarded as a satisfactory completion, and the rest is the matter of Zhou's parents and Zhou Yang.

Because the main room is not too big, and there is not enough room for many people inside, many relatives and friends of the Chen family went in to join in the fun.

But Zhang An and Zhang Ping were not very lively people, so they put the offerings on the table and placed them on the table to make room for others.

Seeing Zhang An and the others come out, the few people waiting at the door accompanied them to the table beside them and started bragging about drinking tea.

These people are all cousins ​​of Chen Wenwen's family. Knowing that Zhang An and his brother-in-law have a very good relationship, they accompany the guests in person.

During the banquet, no one mentioned the matter of drinking. After all, there was a plague god here, and they were all convinced.

All of them had tea in front of them, and this tea was Maomaoqing's unique variety—big tree tea.

I heard from the old people that there is an old tea tree that has grown for hundreds of years in the middle of Maomaoqing village.

From a single trunk at the beginning, it slowly multiplies into a large clump.

Although the tea leaves on this tea tree are not as green and tender as those picked from the tea trees on the top of the mountain.

But after the large pieces of tea were processed by the villagers themselves, the tea brewed had a special taste.

Now this tea is only picked and drunk by the villagers themselves, and no one outside likes it.

But Zhang An remembered that after many years, the name of the tea leaves from this old tea tree has spread far and wide.

Because in the later generations, I don’t know when, someone suddenly studied the tea leaves of this tea tree.

The final results show that if you often drink tea made from tea leaves from old tea trees, it will lower blood pressure over time.

And the effect is very gratifying, and it is unlikely to rebound after falling down.

We must know that decades later, with the improvement of everyone's living standards, the living environment will change.

There are more and more people with high blood pressure, and even more and more sick ages.

So at that time, the tea leaves of this tea tree were able to lower blood pressure, and were sought after by many people for a while.

After all, antihypertensive drugs can last for several hours after taking them, and the side effects are particularly serious, so they have to be taken every day.

After a long time, it will cost a lot of money just to buy medicine.

But this tea has no side effects on the body, and there are no taboos, just like drinking tea on weekdays, who would not like it.

But when they were not well-known, the old tea trees could still grow well and sprout normally every year.

But after becoming famous, as more and more people came to pick it, in less than two weeks, such a large clump of old tea trees was bald.

The worst part is that there are not even old leaves that fell on the ground.

In the end, this matter spread to the county, and in order to save the old tea tree, the tree was hanged.

So far, there are clear requirements for the picking time and picking amount every year.

But in this day and age, even if everyone knows that the tea leaves of this tea tree have the effect of lowering blood pressure, they don't pay much attention.

After all, in this era, everyone's living standards are not high, there is not enough oil and water on weekdays, and the range of people with high blood pressure is relatively small.

Even hereditary essential hypertension does not begin to increase until after the age of five or sixty.

However, after Zhang An drank this tea today, he suddenly remembered this, and wanted to share a few side seedlings and plant them in the space.

Although it is not used now, but time flies, this thing will definitely work in the future.

Not to mention anything else, just say that Zhang An's own father, Zhang Jianguo, was found to have hereditary essential hypertension in later life.

Although there are various health-preserving medicinal wines at home, the living standard of their family has improved a lot.

Regarding this point, Zhang An is now very worried that his father's high blood pressure will come earlier than later generations.

In later generations, Zhang Jianguo measured blood pressure in the hospital several times and could measure a high pressure of [-] or even [-]. This is no joke.

Moreover, Zhang Jianguo is not the only one in their family, even Zhang An has two uncles.

When their brothers were in later life, they took antihypertensive drugs every day to maintain them.

Although later generations know that Maomaoqing has big tree tea that lowers blood pressure, it was already protected by the county at that time.

The tea leaves picked every year are basically auctioned off at high prices, and they don't even have the chance to bid.

Although the current economic conditions of the family are not too bad, if these things can be prepared early, there is no need to delay until the end.

"Xiaoyuan, is this tea picked from the old tea tree in the middle of your village?"

Zhang An picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of the golden tea, then talked to Chen Yuan next to him.

Chen Yuan is Chen Wenwen's younger brother, about the same age as Huang Ming.

After learning about Zhang An's deeds from Zhou Yang's mouth, he especially admired Zhang An.

Every time Zhang An comes, he likes to stay with Zhang An and the others.

Moreover, the age difference is not too much, and they have common topics, and the parents and elders in their family are also happy to see Chen Yuan and Zhang An together.

"Yes, Uncle An, my dad likes to drink a lot of big tree tea every year."

Because Chen Wenwen married Zhou Yang, Chen Yuan followed Zhou Yang to call Zhang An uncle.

"I think this big tree tea is not as delicious as the bud tip on the mountain, but the old people like it very much."

This big tree tea can feel a bit bitter when you first drink it, and it will slowly return to sweetness after drinking it in your mouth.

Ordinary young people will not like this taste, only some elderly people like this taste.

As for Maomaoqing, many people have been drinking for many years, and those who have long been used to it, such as Chen Yuan's father's generation, must not be able to do without this thing.

"Actually, this tea is quite good. There is no harm in drinking more. It has its own advantages like the buds on the top of the mountain. It's just that you haven't gotten used to drinking it yet, and you will know its benefits in the future."

Although Zhang An said so, Chen Yuan didn't take it seriously, he thought it was just tea, what good could it do.

The large tea leaves can't be sold for money, and they can't even reach the bud tips on the top of the mountain. At least they can be sold for a price when they are picked.

"It's still early, let's go to the village and take a look at this old tea tree."

When Zhang An mentioned it, everyone had no objection, and they also wanted to go out for a stroll.

Anyone who has had a banquet in the countryside knows that before the banquet, many people like to sit together and brag.

When many people speak, they unconsciously release a lot of voice.

When there are too many people, it will be very noisy. Even if you don't like quiet people very much, you will want to find a quiet place after staying for a long time.

Zhang An took Su Ying all the way out from the door of Chen Yuan's house, Zhang Ping and the others walked slowly behind.

Walking all the way from the small road at the entrance of the village, the middle of the village today is the quietest place.

Because most of the people in their village went to Chen Yuan's house to help with things, even some adults and children also went there to join in the fun.

There are not many families in Maomaoqing Village, about thirty or forty families.

There are houses of wood and stone structure, the roofs are not only covered with slate, but also have some blue-black clay tiles.

As the wind blows, some roofs gradually rise up with curling blue smoke.

In the middle of the village, there is a large open space where the tea trees are located, next to the well that used to be used in their village.

This open space is not small, similar to Changqing Old Well, and it was deliberately vacated by everyone. No one built a house here, and even if there was, everyone in the village would not agree.

Passing by the well, Zhang An took a glance and found that weeds and moss were growing everywhere around the well.

It is estimated that since tap water was used in their village, this well has become neglected.

In contrast, the old wells in Changqing Village are well protected.

Now the periphery of the old well has been re-reinforced by the village, and the surrounding area is paved with bluestone slabs, and the underground drainage ditches have also been dredged and dug.

People who don't know see it, and think that people in Changqing Village fetch water from the old well every day.

When I came to the bottom of the tea tree, I could see that the old tea tree was growing tall and big.

Tea trees have never been shrubs, so many branches grow out of the roots in the ground.

It's just that the trunk in the middle is very thick, and it can be seen that it is the most primitive branch.

On the land under the tea tree, you can see many side seedlings one foot high.

Some of these saplings grew out after the tea fruit fell to the ground and germinated.

There are also some side seedlings that grow directly from the roots of old tea trees.

Turning around a few times, Zhang An squatted on the ground and began to search, then pulled out a few side seedlings that had grown well, and wrapped the torn roots with dark soil.

These are Zhang An's plans to plant in the space, he did not choose the independent saplings grown from tea fruit.

Because it didn't grow from the main root, Zhang An worried that planting it would have no effect.

In fact, he really wanted to dig up a tea tree that had grown up, but it was something from someone else's village, so it would be blatant to dig directly.

"Uncle An, what are you doing pulling a few trees?"

Watching Zhang Anba pull out a few small saplings, Chen Yuan asked curiously.

It's not that there is no tea in Zhang An's house, on the contrary, he has also drank tea from Zhang An's house.

Compared with it, he felt that the big tree tea was just like the leaves.

"I think your old tea tree tastes pretty good, so I got a few seedlings back and planted them for a try."

While everyone was not paying attention, Zhang An had already made several side seedlings and put them in the space. Now there are two left in his hand, which will be placed directly on Zhang Ping's carriage later.

In this way, the big tree tea cultivated at home in the future also has a reason to show others.

"I wonder what's the matter, uncle, if you like this tea, I will bring you dozens of catties to give it to you when you pick it every year."

Picking this big tree tea is very easy, and you don't need to pick it bit by bit like picking the tip of the bud.

So when Chen Yuan opened his mouth, it was dozens of catties of tea, which is not an exaggeration at all.

"That's not necessary, I just like to grow some flowers and plants, so when I saw this tea tree, I wanted to move a few back and plant it."

If someone else planted tea trees not for drinking tea, Chen Yuan would think that there was something wrong with his brain.

But the person who said this was Zhang An, so it was not surprising for Chen Yuan.

After all, Zhang An's family planted a lot of things, all of which were dug from the mountains, including the animals they raised.

At this time, Chen Yuan had only one thought, it is great to be rich, if his family had money, he would do the same as Zhang An, plant some flowers and plants, and raise some small animals to cultivate his sentiments.

(End of this chapter)