The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 153 Are you the kind of person who cheats rich women?

"Sun-drying and cooling green."

Old Chen was gone for an hour and didn't come back until almost nine o'clock in the evening. Ansheng had already processed nearly 30 kilograms of tea leaves. The only thing left was to spread them in a winnowing basket and then put them in a constant temperature and humidity room to dry them.

Although tea making involves chemistry, some methods also involve nuclear physics.

But it was a village-level competition, so it wasn’t necessary to make such a big deal. Ansheng just followed the procedures honestly.

The reason for looking up the article earlier was because Ansheng forgot the temperature and humidity parameter settings of the constant temperature room, as well as some details of the moisture content data of the drying greens.

In Ansheng's previous life, he would not have purchased such tender tea leaves as Aqing's, so he had no experience in handling them at all.

The old man’s life is also his life. If you choose some low-quality green tea leaves to save money, the old man who stir-fries tea will strangle Ansheng to death.

"Huh, it's finally done."

Ansheng is responsible for spreading the green tea leaves, while Lao Chen is responsible for placing them on the tea racks in the constant temperature room.

Old Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead and subconsciously looked at Master Fuli. He originally wanted to give him some instructions about drying and withering the plants, but after thinking about it, Old Chen held back his words.

Our Changxi Town's Three-tailed Foxtail Master
He can play with a pistol in the mountains and access CNKI in the fields.

Old Chen suspects that Master Fuli has passed the postgraduate entrance examination, but there is no concrete evidence at the moment.

An Sheng did not hesitate and ran to the control room to start adjusting the temperature and humidity of the constant temperature room.

With more than 30 kilograms of green tea leaves, all the processes of tea picking were finally completed.

"Let's go! Let's go eat!"

The sun-drying process usually takes more than ten to twenty hours, and Ansheng doesn't have the patience to just sit there and watch. The little fox waved to Lao Chen, preparing to invite Lao Chen to have dinner together.

Old Chen understood what Master Fuli meant, and followed Master Fuli back to the village.

"Master Fu Fu Li?"

Yu Zhenghong, who had been waiting at Old Chen's house, saw the little fox sitting on the vegetable basket of a motorcycle and immediately went up to it with a look of horror on his face.

"Master Fuli! How come you are sitting in the vegetable basket? Is it because your feet are not hurt by the basket?"

Yu Zhenghong doesn't submit to anyone, except to Master Fuli, who knows how to run a teahouse and attract customers through live streaming.

Seeing Master Fuli sitting in the vegetable basket, Yu Zhenghong suddenly became anxious and quickly asked Fuli to come out.

"Why are you hitting your feet? There's a cushion under the basket." Old Chen complained subtly, then said, "By the way, is the food ready? We're starving."

"We have plenty of fish, meat and good wine."

Yu Zhenghong spoke with confidence and invited Lao Chen to come home and enjoy the meal he cooked.

While eating, Yu Zhenghong and Lao Chen talked about the tea-fighting competition.

The tea-fighting competition is no different from the previous ones. It is a big fight among the villages in the county to decide the first, second, third, fourth and fifth places. Then the top three winners will participate in a big fight among the four counties.

The municipal, provincial and two-gorge competitions are held in September, October and November respectively.

This year's county-level village competition is held in Changxi Town.

"Cough cough."

During the meal, Yu Zhenghong naturally toasted Lao Chen, but Lao Chen waved his hand, ran back to the dormitory mysteriously, and quietly took out a few cards.

An Sheng and Yu Zhenghong looked at Lao Chen, who looked like a thief, with confused expressions on their faces.

"When you're going to spend money later, just say it's your treat." Old Chen glanced into his wife's room, stuffed a few cards into Yu Zhenghong's hand, and said:
"Don't get me wrong, these things were swept out when I was sweeping the floor at home."

When Old Chen said this, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

He doesn't accept red envelopes when he is outside, nor does he want to earn any political achievements or favors. He just wants to retire comfortably, live a fashionable life, travel around the country with his wife for a few years, and then come back to take care of his grandchildren.

But some villagers who had left Changxi Town before were very powerful. They had received favors from Chen Fengshui. Some younger generations knew about these things and often came to him, calling him "old leader" left and right, which almost annoyed Old Chen.

The first one was a big ass, he had just been in the army for a few years as a private. Every time those people came, there would always be some strange things in his house.

Sometimes, a large group of people come, and Lao Chen doesn’t know who some of the things belong to.

I called to ask, but no one knew.

"What is this?"

Yu Zhenghong took out the card. An Sheng was curious and looked over to see the big words "Hai Linglong VIP Card".

Yu Zhenghong looked at Lao Chen in surprise.

Old Chen subconsciously glanced sideways at Master Fuli, who had previously said he wanted to wash his feet, and then at Yu Zhenghong, who was looking at him in shock. Old Chen said with a heavy face:
"We'll each pay our own way later, but take this discount card to pay. I'll cover all of Mr. Fuli's expenses."

Mr. Fuli wanted to have his feet washed and his back massaged, which seemed very normal to Lao Chen.

Whose eldest brother doesn’t go out to entertainment venues every day?

Whenever Master Fuli goes there, it's like going home.

"also."

Yu Zhenghong spoke with a dazed look on his face, and took the initiative to drive Lao Chen and Master Fuli to the club.

"Village Chief, is Hai Linglong serious? You watched Peipei grow up, so you should know her former military service and her position in the militia."

Looking at the magnificent building, the doorway gleaming with sparkling lights, and the receptionist's cheongsam, the slit almost reaching her neck, Yu Zhenghong looked at Lao Chen with a hint of hesitation and asked, "I can't withstand mortar fire."

"I don't know whether it's formal or not, but your current thinking is very informal."

"What does it have to do with us whether it's regular or not? We just need to go to the regular area." Old Chen scolded Yu Zhenghong angrily.

"Is this a place for entertaining foxes?" An Sheng looked at the familiar doorway and couldn't help but sigh, "It's a pity I didn't bring my card from my previous life. Otherwise, with the card I used to use for entertainment at public expense, I'd be SVIP here anyway."

In fact, Hai Linglong entertained the fox.

Anyway, the price for humans is the same, and the price for foxes will still be the same.

Ansheng was much more familiar with the route than the receptionist, and she murmured directions to Lao Chen, pointing to the third floor.

The first floor is for eating and drinking, the second floor is for shopping, and the third floor is for foot washing and bathing.

The fourth floor is for mahjong, and the fifth floor is for massage, but Ansheng has never been to the fifth floor.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but he can’t always bring business clients with him, right?

Finance and marketing can hang him in the company.

"Ding--"

The elevator arrived at the third floor, and opposite the stairwell, the elevator door to the fourth and fifth floors opened.

An Sheng was stunned when she saw the people in the elevator.

Yin Pengfei, who previously claimed to be the most affectionate man in Chancheng and willing to be Mo Yiqing's dog, was surprisingly in the elevator.

However, Yin Pengfei didn't seem to notice An Sheng who was being escorted by two middle-aged men.

He was talking on the phone, wearing a bathrobe, and walking towards the third floor very casually on the carpet.

"Yes, Mom! You know, Mo Yiqing's family runs a chemical factory, and they have a lot of gold at home!"

"She has seen everything in the world. A top-notch white, rich and beautiful woman like Mo Yiqing definitely requires patience and perseverance to influence. I'm just getting started."

"Let's not talk about those things in advance. Just transfer 200,000 yuan to my bank card. I plan to book a restaurant tomorrow to create a romantic encounter for Qingqing." Yin Pengfei said with confidence, but he walked towards the Foot Bath City without stopping at all.

"???"

An Sheng looked at Yin Pengfei with a face full of question marks, and all he could hear was Yin Pengfei's words.

Mom! I'm low on money to pick up girls! Send me some money!
(End of this chapter)