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Chapter 58 Picking Camellia (Please recommend and collect)

After the seedlings in the seedling field are transplanted, the rapeseed in the field has not yet reached the harvest time, and it should have to wait for about [-] days.

At this time, the tea in the mountains is also the best time to pick, and spring tea is the best tea picked in a year.

Taking advantage of this free time, many people in the village went up the mountain to pick their own tea leaves.

In the morning, the second aunt and the third aunt made an appointment to come to Zhang An's house together.

"Sister-in-law, you can pinch the tea leaves in Baogudi. I went to see it yesterday, and it's too much. If you don't pinch it, it will get old in a few days."

It turned out that the second aunt and the third aunt came to the house and called their mother to go up the mountain to pick tea.

Wang Fang thought for a while, tea at this time is the best time, and it just happened to be free.

So today when the second aunt and the third aunt called, Wang Fang also prepared bamboo baskets and bags for tea, and brought enough tea to drink on the mountain. The three sisters-in-law went up the mountain to pick tea together, talking and laughing.

The tea leaves in Changqing Village are planted in their own fields, not concentrated tea mountains, so they pick the tea from their own fields every year.

However, there are many villages near many villages, and there are tea mountains in their villages, and they are all terraced fields without water on the mountains, where large tracts of tea are planted.

Especially those villages of ethnic minorities.

Whenever they went to pick tea, the mountain was very lively.

There are also many Miao and Buyi families in Changqing Village, who are used to living with Han people.

But there are still many Miao villages in the mountains, all of which are Miao people.

Every spring, their village organizes all the women in the village to go to the mountains to pick tea. In some places, for the sake of publicity, only young girls and women in the village go to pick tea.

In places that are more prosperous and grand, these tea-picking girls will also be dressed in their own national costumes, which looks very good.

And when you are working in the mountains, you don’t have to be surprised when you hear singing. You can tell that someone has an itchy throat or wants to sing a song.

But when there are many people on the mountain, one person sang it out, and some people would pick it up and sing it after hearing it, and then it evolved into a folk song.

Because this is a traditional custom in their clan. .

When picking tea, there will be a lot of people on the mountain, so whenever someone asks, a group of people will answer.

This is still organized by the folks themselves, and there are villages that specially organize tea picking and change of clothes. Such a song will be even more grand, and the sound can be transmitted to the mountains far away.

This evolved into a folk song that would be sung continuously for several days every year when picking tea on the mountain.

This is also a kind of intangible heritage culture.

Today, Zhang Jianguo was invited by the villagers to do some work early in the morning. When Wang Fang went up to the mountain to pick tea leaves, Zhang An had to cook.

At noon, Zhang An finished the lunch and finished eating alone.

I found the boxy aluminum lunch box at home, and it was full of meals.

I went to the second uncle and third uncle's house to ask if I need help delivering food up the mountain to the two aunts.

Soon, Zhang An went up the mountain with three aluminum lunch boxes full of meals.

Dahu and Erhu followed Wang Fang up the mountain early in the morning, and only Xiaohu stayed at home to guard Zhang An.

Now that Zhang An was going out, it followed Zhang An's buttocks.

Walking up the mountain road from the small river ditch behind the village, when I entered the mountain, I heard a burst of singing occasionally.

Just by hearing the sound, you can tell that the master of the song is still far away.

When Zhang An walked to the Baogu field, although his mother and two aunts were in different fields, they were picking fresh and tender tea leaves while chatting about homework.

"Mom, Second Aunt, Third Aunt, come and eat."

The second aunt and the third aunt were still talking in the field, and Zhang An came to deliver food.

The three sisters-in-law found a hay field and sat down to eat. They didn't expect that Zhang An would come to deliver the food. They originally planned to go home for dinner at one or two o'clock in the afternoon.

Now Zhang An came to deliver the meal, and he could continue working after the meal.

"How did Xiao An think of delivering food? We plan to go home and eat soon."

"I don't have anything to do at home, so I sent it over after cooking. It happened that the second and third uncles were also ready, so I asked and sent them together by the way."

While the three of them were eating, Zhang An picked up a small woven bamboo basket and tied it around his waist, and picked tea leaves on the edge of the ground.

Who said that tea picking must be done by pretty girls, today I, a young man like Zhang An, also want to be a tea picking man.

The main reason is that he saw that there were too many tea leaves in the fields this year, and it would take several days for Wang Fang to pick them all by herself.

Zhang An's tea is not a good variety, but the green tea that everyone grows locally.

Wumeng Mountain has a high altitude and high terrain, but because of the specific climate characteristics, there is plenty of rain in the mountain in spring and the clouds are shrouded in mist.

This provides a high-quality growth environment for tea trees.

These farm teas are completely different from those in the tea garden, although all kinds of famous teas are grown in the tea garden base.

But one thing is why Zhang An likes his own tea the most.

That is the tea trees planted in the field by the village itself, which have not been managed all year round, let alone sprayed with pesticides and so on.

Therefore, the tea at home is the cleanest in Zhang An's heart, and Zhang An will take some with him every time he goes home.

Rural tea picking is purely hand-picked, and every time it is the new buds that sprout from the tea-picking trees, that is, the cusps.

It is also because of this that many tea dealers will go from village to village to collect the freshly picked fresh tea in this season every year.

In Changqing Village, many people brought their families up the mountain to pick tea and sell it to dealers.

Zhang An was brisk with his hands and feet, and quickly picked a basket full.

After getting the ground and pouring it into the pocket, I continued to pick.

Picking tea is a very patient thing, and it may take a long time to pick a basket.

So this means that tea picking in the mountains is basically done by women at home with their daughters.

In the afternoon, the sky has darkened, reminding everyone that it is time to go home.

Because of Zhang An's joining, Zhang An's family has already filled a bag full.

And the two aunts' homes are all half-sacked, Zhang An mentioned it, and the weight of each family is about ten catties.

Calculated at five yuan per catty of raw tea, it would be 50 yuan if sold. This is a lot of income for their family. You must know that the second uncle builds walls for others, and it only costs 20 yuan a day.

After returning home at night, Zhang An opened the bag full of tea leaves, poured out all the tea leaves in it, and opened it up. By the way, he took an extra ten kilograms of space tea from the space.

When Wang Fang saw it, she was a little surprised that there were so many. There was only one bag, but so much was poured out.

They were all fooled by Zhang An with the reason that he pretended to be too real.

Because when he reached into the bag containing the tea leaves, he found that the tea leaves inside were already a little hot.

When you get home, you have to pour it out and spread it out. After waiting for a few hours, you have to put it in the pot at night and start frying.

After dinner, turn on the stove, put it on the big iron pot at home, and start frying tea.

Raw tea needs to be fried in two to three steps. The first step is called finishing, which is the most critical. The fire must be very strong.

Put fresh tea leaves in the pot, stir and stir-fry the tea leaves in the pot constantly, let each piece of tea come into contact with the bottom of the high-temperature pot to achieve the effect of killing greens, which is actually to remove a lot of water in the tea leaves.

Wait for the greening to be finished, and start the second frying link. At this time, there is no need for a big fire, just a slow fire.

Put the tea leaves that have been greened into the pot, then knead, smash and disperse and repeat.

At this time, people with good craftsmanship can rub the tea leaves very well.

Stir-frying tea is a very tiring task. It requires constant stir-frying and kneading, and most people may not be able to do it.

Zhang Anwei carefully watched his mother stir-frying tea, and sometimes asked for some details.

There is no disadvantage in learning this kind of craft, and fewer and fewer people will learn it in the future, and no one is willing to teach it if they want to learn it.

I have been busy for most of the night, and half of the tea leaves at home have not been roasted, so I can only continue the next day.

The fried tea leaves need to be spread out and spread out to dry, but there is no sun these days, so they can only be placed on the floor of the house, with an oilcloth spread on it to bask in the wind.

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