D*mn It, Who Wants To Be With A Love Rival?

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Fortunately, there was only one layer of burnt on the bottom of the pot. After finishing the meal, Ji Congzhe simply poured boiling water into it, picked up the spatula and shoveled it to make soaked rice. This kind of soaked rice tasted quite good with a burnt aroma.

It was only half past five after Lin Zhen had dinner, but he had no time to rest. He went upstairs to get a notebook and pencil, and then went to the entrance of the village to collect the tea with a snakeskin bag and a weighing tea tray.

"Don't wait for me tonight. I don't know what time I will get home. You take the watermelon and go to bed first."

After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed his son who fell asleep after drinking milk in Ji Congzhe's arms.

At half past five, it was almost dark, but there were many houses at the entrance of the village and there were canteens, so the lights in the houses were enough for Lin Zhen to collect tea leaves when it got dark.

A lot of villagers had gathered around the tractor at the entrance of the village. Some were carrying baskets filled with tender green tea, and some were holding dustpans filled with dry tea. They were all chatting in the open space.

When they saw Lin Zhen arriving, they all brought their own tea and surrounded him.

Lin Zhen could only speak loudly in the noisy voice, "Can you do it one by one? Don't worry, everyone, your tea leaves will be harvested today! Stop crowding, okay?"

After hearing this, the chaotic villagers gathered in an orderly manner. Selling tea.

Lin Zhen had already explained the price of tea to them in the small ancestral hall before. Wet tea in early spring costs one yuan per catty, and dry tea costs two yuan and five per catty.

So today we only need to observe the color and appearance of the tea, weigh it and keep accounts, and then distribute everyone’s money together before collecting the tea at this time tomorrow.

Yan Cen didn't come over to collect the tea leaves with him. He was still at home with his father, taking the time to fry the tea leaves, so Lin Zhen could only finish the work of collecting the tea, weighing, and accounting alone.

He took out a handful of tea leaves from the basket of the villager standing at the front and spread them out on the tea tray. He looked carefully with a flashlight. In fact, the quality of the first batch of tea leaves was almost the same. They were all small buds and tender.

He picked up the scale beam, hung the basket on the hanging iron hook, moved the weight, poured the tea leaves into the snakeskin bag, and weighed the basket separately.

"There are ten kilograms of tea leaves in total. What's your name?" Lin Zhen opened his notebook and asked the villager while grabbing a pencil.

After the villagers reported their names, Lin Zhen wrote down the weight and name in the book.

He collected them at the entrance of the village for an hour. The snakeskin bag was already filled with several snakes, but there was more wet tea and less dry tea.

Wet tea is estimated to weigh about two hundred kilograms, but dry tea is less than one hundred kilograms. There is nothing we can do about it. On the first day today, everyone has time to pick green tea, but there is no time to fry dry tea. Although fried tea is expensive, it is It’s time-consuming and labor-intensive, and there are still some people in Gaoshan Village who don’t know how to fry tea leaves.

When Lin Zhen received it at almost half past seven, the villagers selling tea at the entrance of the village were also leaving one after another.

After a while, Yan Cen came over with about ten kilograms of tea leaves that he had just roasted.