The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 242 This time, it is really a blessing
"what?"

"Master Qing'an Fox, is this the tea that Old Chen hired as a top master to personally rub in an iron pot?"

After Chen Peipei received a call from Aqing and learned the whole story, her face turned pale. She walked lightly to her husband's side and whispered to him.

After hearing this, Yu Zhenghong's expression changed several times. He looked at Chen Peipei with an incredible look on his face and said:
"I don't know about this either! When our village submitted tea for the competition, we gave it all to Old Chen, who then submitted it."

When he heard that it was made by the master himself, Yu Zhenghong could not help but understand what the so-called "Qing'an Oolong" was.

This tea is roasted by the master himself and the whole process is tracked from the beginning of the tea leaves to track quality inspection and quality control.

To put it simply, the market price of this tea leaf may be tens of yuan per kilogram, but the labor cost of making this tea may be tens of thousands of yuan. The purpose of making it is not for daily sale but to win awards.

The original intention was to bring fame to tea fields and tea farmers.

If it weren't for fame, some ordinary tea leaves would not be worth asking a master to process them, otherwise it might be difficult to even recover the labor costs.

The masters here are not self-proclaimed, but tea-making masters who have obtained national professional certificates.

To be called a master by Lao Chen, one must at least be a provincial or national level master.

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Some of the village committee members who were closer also heard the conversation between Yu Zhenghong and his wife. The old village committee member stared at Yu Zhenghong with dead eyes, looking at the dull face.

"This"

Yu Zhenghong's breathing stagnated, and he suddenly bent down and bowed to apologize to the village committee and fellow villagers:
"I'm sorry! It's all my fault, Hong, for being so clueless and messing around that I ended up making things worse. This year, I, Hong, will do my utmost to clean the ancestral hall and hold the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet!"

The village collective society is one where you help others and others help you.

Then, you have to make some contributions to the collective.

Sometimes, the cleanliness of the village ancestral hall has little to do with whether the villagers are rich or poor. As long as the villagers are willing to work hard to maintain it, the ancestral hall will always be clean.

As Chen Nian's case was exposed, the old ancestral hall in Changxi Village could basically be flattened to build a high-rise building and installed with central air conditioning.

Otherwise, you will ruin the reputation of the village without making the necessary contribution. Don't bury him again in the future.

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"Modern technology has really advanced. Even from two kilometers away, it can make my head hurt. This is all because of this incident."

After arriving at the scene, Lao Chen immediately organized the village committee staff to explain the situation clearly, then sent everyone outside to explain the situation, and he hurried to the racing committee to explain the situation clearly.

The competition committee will unseal the files and check the information of the first place winner.

But the relevant information will not be made public. What they need to confirm is whether the contestants comply with the regulations.

If they meet the requirements, we will inform the villagers and let everyone see it for themselves after the Dianping list is released.

The announcement of the two rounds of rankings is the award ceremony, and the information does not need to be sealed at that time.

If it doesn't comply with the regulations, we'll deal with it accordingly: a ticket will be issued, and if it needs to be taken to the police station, it will just be sent there. There's no mercy on this matter, no matter who comes forward.

Although the village-level tea-fighting competition is at the county level, the leading department is composed of the Department of Agriculture and other departments.

By the time things calmed down, it was already afternoon.

In addition to being silently watched by the entire village, Yu Zhenghong was also surrounded by tea merchants from all over the place, who forced a dark-skinned, strong farmer into a corner of the market.

Yu Zhenghong was trembling and couldn't say a word in front of these tea merchants who gave him money.

He had never tasted that Qing'an Oolong tea, and because it was made by a master, he didn't know the price.

"Those who want to taste Qing'an tea, please go to the village committee and sit down to chat. Now make way." After Lao Chen finished dealing with the matter, he found Yu Zhenghong who was surrounded by tea merchants and spoke to help him out.

It was actually normal for Yu Zhenghong to be surrounded by tea merchants.

Because the tea merchants all thought that Yu Zhenghong was bragging and lying in order to sell the tea.

The same formula was used for all the award-winning teas in previous years. Whether or not they could get the product depended on price and attitude. Being firm and pushing them into a corner would allow for a more gradual negotiation, or perhaps even a price reduction.

But this time Yu Zhenghong was really wronged.

He hasn't tasted that kind of tea, so he doesn't know how to brag.

He didn't know the selling price, and he didn't dare to sell it.

Don't sell a pound, or you will lose tens of thousands. By then, you will lose everything, even your underwear, and your butt will be exposed.

"Thanks, Lao Chen. It was so scary. I almost thought I was in Bharat."

Yu Zhenghong wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face full of lingering fear and a little aftertaste, and started to complain.

I am surrounded by tea merchants!

To put it bluntly, those are just giving away money!
In the past, Yu Zhenghong would never have dared to think about it. He was usually one of the tea merchants, waving banknotes and rushing to give money to tea farmers. He had never had such an experience.

"You'll get used to it later."

Old Chen looked at the fool and couldn't help but shook his head in his heart.

Others don’t know the so-called master, but doesn’t he know the origin of the so-called master?
The quality of Ahong's green tea this year was so low, but Master Fuli was able to save it and defeated those serious tea growers who participated in the competition to win the first prize in the category.

When the tea trees grow and develop next year, the quality of Ahong's tea will get better and better.

The tea made by Master Fuli himself can definitely be sold as high-end tea.

Machine-made tea produced with the same technique is sold at mid-range and low-end levels based on the quality of the tea leaves.

Thanks to Master Fuli's mature tea-making skills, Ahong's family will never be short of high, medium and low-end teas.

The only thing he needed to do was to take Master Fuli's tea to competitions and make a name for himself.

Old Chen saw Ansheng enter the village with his own eyes.

Sometimes, when he thinks of Ahong's family, he can't help but sigh that fools have good fortune.

Ah Hong has no other special talents except being honest. He is always willing to lend a hand when it comes to matters of any kind, big or small, and he is also an active participant in any village activities. He is a down-to-earth person.

After acquiring the tea fields, Lao Chen thought that if Ahong could endure these few years, his life would be fulfilled.

Unexpectedly, the arrival of Master Fuli turned Ah Hong's perfect life into a starting point.

Tea fields, tea shops, and live broadcasts are all thriving.

If this goes on, Old Chen is worried that Ah Hong will get cocky and go out to have sex with prostitutes for fifteen days, and then get beaten to death by Chen Peipei when he comes home. Old Chen has no doubt about Chen Peipei's ability to fight.

"By the way, what does the village chief want to talk to me about? You can't start settling scores now, right?"

After Yu Zhenghong breathed a sigh of relief, he immediately looked at Lao Chen nervously and asked.

"What's the point of settling scores, you idiot? I clearly told you before that I ordered three types of tea for you, but you forgot everything after you sobered up! Come with me, serve tea to the elderly in the village, and apologize sincerely."

Old Chen cursed angrily, "Next time you discuss serious matters, quit drinking!"

"I almost invited Taigong out, and this matter caused a big commotion."

Taigong of Changxi Town is almost a centenarian and the most respected old man in the entire village.

A whitish green military uniform with medals hanging all over the chest that could be used as bulletproof vests.

Whenever there is injustice in the village, the villagers will ask Taigong to come out and help.

As soon as Taigong sat there, no matter who they were in charge, they all had to come over and serve him tea.

The tea-fighting competition was easy for both the villagers and the organizers. But even the grandfather had to be invited out, which made Old Chen feel uneasy.

(End of this chapter)