Age: My Small World

Chapter 87 Red Seal Round Tea
"Master, are you home?"

After going to the supply and marketing cooperative, Yang Jun had two more things in his hands.

A pack of tea and two boxes of cigarettes.

"I don't usually see the old man drinking tea. Maybe he doesn't like it?"

Unexpectedly, when Mr. Hu saw him, his eyes were fixed on the bag of tea.

"Boy, where did you get the red mark?"

Yang Jun held up the tea in his hand. It was indeed packaged in a red-marked package with the words "Zhongcha Brand Round Tea" written on it.

This thing is a bit expensive, costing dozens of dollars per kilogram.

He had no choice but to buy a piece weighing one or two taels and asked for five dollars.

"Master, I just bought it at the supply and marketing cooperative. Where else can I get it?"

He handed it over and said, "I didn't know if you like it, so I bought some for you to try."

Then he handed over the Daqianmen.

After thinking about it, I replaced the bag that had been scattered with a new one, and then it became one and a half bags.

Mr. Hu Baye's mouth twitched when he saw his actions, but he accepted it without hesitation. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then took out a match to strike a spark, lit it and took a delicious sip.

"Why do you always carry a pack of cigarettes in your bag? Are you pretending to know when you don't?" He was quite puzzled by Yang Jun's actions.

"Haha, Master, when it comes to the ways of the world, you still have to take me as your master." Yang Jun said with a faint smile, without further explanation, believing that Mr. Ba would understand.

"I think you are rebelling against Tiangang!" Mr. Hu pulled him under the persimmon tree, ready to let him know what the master's majesty is.

The slightly sour smell of persimmons came, and Yang Jun looked up.

"Master, don't be so hasty to hit me. Let me pick these persimmons. It would be a shame if they rotted."

Mr. Hu also looked up at the tree, with a hint of shame in his eyes.

It is said that the food supply during this period was quite good, so he did not have to worry too much about the problem of food, so he did not even pay much attention to persimmons, which was hard to imagine before.

"Ahem, wait a minute, I'll go into the house and get you a dustpan."

The old man was embarrassed for a moment, then quickly carried his things into the living room, not wanting to teach him a lesson anymore.

Soon, he came out with a bamboo winnowing basket.

A winnowing basket is a utensil used to hold grain, the same thing that ancient doctors often used to hold medicinal materials in film and television dramas.

There is also a flat-mouthed one called a dustpan, which can be used to put food on the ground into a bag, and can also be used to hold garbage. It is easy to sweep into it with a broom.

At this time, Yang Jun had already climbed up the tree branch.

Although he was not as flexible as Mr. Hu, his hands and feet were nimble and his body was light and agile, so he could flip over in no time.

This reminded Yang Jun of a few years ago. He was a little dazed at that time, but when he followed Cheng Xiaoyu to collect firewood, he always liked to climb trees and dig out bird nests. After taking out the bird eggs, he would eat one each. The raw bird eggs were salty and tasted average, but he remembered them very clearly.

Mr. Hu Ba was holding a dustpan and watching him start to work, he said, "Young man Yang, when you have that kind of spare money in the future, don't buy these things, especially jade and antiques. If you don't preserve these things properly, they won't be worth much at home for long. It's better to buy some cloth to take home."

"I'm not greedy for your cigarettes and alcohol. What I gave you before is your apprenticeship gift. You don't need to bring anything here in the future."

Hearing the Eighth Master's words of concern for him, Yang Jun couldn't help but feel a greater sense of identification with this master.

But he replied: "Old man, this is my filial piety to you, please eat and drink without worry."

"I recently made some money from my contribution, so I won't be short of money in the short term."

After thinking for a while, he asked again: "By the way, Master, last time you said that someone still has the jade, can you find a way to get it for me?"

The last time I came back from the provincial capital, the stone platform had stored more than three hundred drops of spiritual water.

But he used it quickly.

Food, fish, and fruit trees need to be ripened every day, and the consumption is basically maintained at around ten drops. More than three hundred drops can only last for about thirty days, and this is assuming that one drop is naturally generated every day as a guarantee.

Basically, after two seasons of grain growth, the spiritual water can no longer be maintained, after all, he still needs to use some of it for himself.

Adding some to Jiang Xueying, thirty days would be difficult. Therefore, the search for new jade must continue.

Mr. Hu didn't expect that he had just said not to touch jade antiques, but he ended up wanting jade again. Fortunately, he only wanted jade.

But Yang Jun insisted that he needed it, so he didn't say much. Maybe the jade he had would be useful.

So Mr. Hu frowned, then sighed and nodded.

"I'll keep an eye on it for you, but those guys are a bit greedy, so I'm afraid it won't be easy to get the things."

"It's okay, I can wait a few more months. I can wait for a while."

If it were the end of the year, he should be able to receive it more easily.

And when you go to the provincial capital to sell grain again, the price will be higher.

There are still some jades in the department store, so you can take the opportunity to buy a few.

He regretted the last time he fell in love with that big piece of stuff that looked good but was useless.

If it were replaced with higher quality ones, there might be more spiritual water than this.

Unfortunately, buying jade in a department store is quite ostentatious, so he didn't dare to buy too much. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a bad thing to use up all the money.

"That's good. I'll just wear them down for a while. Maybe they'll give in."

Mr. Hu also wanted to do something for his apprentice, so this tea was not given away for free.

The persimmons fell into the winnowing basket one by one, showing a golden luster.

Since the persimmon tree was not too big, it only produced about twenty fruits. He had picked some last time, so there were only seventeen or eighteen left in the winnowing basket.

"If you like it, you can eat it. I don't like it very much."

Mr. Hu curled his lips and handed him the winnowing basket.

"Then you also planted a persimmon tree in the yard?"

Yang Jun was a little weird.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Hu gave him a look of contempt: "This tree was already in the yard when I came here, and I didn't plant it."

"If I were to plant it, it would only be plums."

Plums represent a large family with many descendants and a happy family reunion. The fruit is sweet and sour and tastes much better than persimmons.

"Okay, you can take a rest."

Yang Jun casually put the persimmon aside and then stood in horse stance obediently.

"Well, I'm still in good shape today."

Mr. Hu Baye commented on it and was quite satisfied.

Suddenly thinking of something, he got up and went back into the house.

When Yang Jun's legs were shaking from doing horse stance, he came out holding a tea bowl.

The fragrance of the Red Seal Round Tea wafts from afar, making one salivate.

"Hold on, if you stand a little longer today, you can beat yesterday's result. Don't give up."

Mr. Hu sipped his tea and spoke.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jun stopped moving and continued to persevere with sweat.

"This tea is good, but it's too expensive. Don't buy it in the future."

"By the way, what do you mean by royalties?"

It turns out that he didn't pay attention to these words at all before, and only remembered them now.

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(End of this chapter)