The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 689 The Teapot Emerges from the Mountain
With the professors returning from the ecological base, the chaotic battle that erupted in the Animal Science College farmhouse came to an end.

The ambulance entered from outside the school.

To the astonishment of the students from both colleges, the ragged professors were shoved into a car by the president and secretary.

A neatly dressed professor from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, humming a tune, led Bashanwen and Baoshu to the university to register.

Baoshu returned to the Academy of Agricultural Sciences.

The Academy of Agricultural Sciences will have priority research rights. In the future, if the Academy of Animal Sciences or other institutions outside the university want to take a look, they will need to write a note to the Security Bureau, go through the process, and wait for approval.

It is precisely because of these various procedures that the professors at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences have gone to great lengths, even risking their reputations.

of course.

If a professor from the College of Animal Science wants to come and take a look, there's no need for such trouble; the paperwork can be completed later when there's time.

"By the way, whether Aqing applies for one degree or several, it's still the same application. How about we apply for a degree for your little fox too, and recruit her as a student with special talents?"

The professor, who had taken Bashan Wen and Baoshu out, seemed to remember something and returned to the dormitory, smiling as he asked Aqing.

"Is that possible?" Ah Qing was taken aback, looking at the fertilizer professor with some disbelief.

"Sure, our school has a precedent. A few years ago, a leopard was granted special admission. At that time, the school organized a trip to a neighboring province for observation activities. When the leopard was attacked by a hungry snow leopard, it bravely rescued all the teachers and students. Later, it was granted special admission."

"Afterwards, it even made it onto the school's honor roll. There's a leopard's head on our school badge, which refers to the golden leopard."

"Without the Golden Leopard rescue, that year's teachers and students might have suffered heavy casualties, and our school's teaching curriculum system might have faced scrutiny."

The professor, with a broad smile, began to recount the story of Jin Qianbao's past at the school.

However, the professor did not mention that the leopard did not actually put up any heroic resistance.

The leopard stood up, picked up the bewildered snow leopard, walked to the edge of the mountain, and kicked it in the rear, turning it into a snowball that rolled down the mountain.

"Really?" Ah Qing asked, a little confused.

"Here is the application form. Once you help the fox fill out the information and leave a paw print, you can apply." The professor thought for a moment and then took out a form and handed it to Ah Qing.

After the professor finished speaking, he smiled and said goodbye, while Ah Qing returned to her dormitory with a form in her hand, looking completely bewildered.

And in the dormitory.

Momo took out the [Turtle Honey] and showed it off to her girlfriends to her new discovery on the street.

"MoMo." Ah Qing called out with a subtle expression.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Seeing the unspeakable look on A-Qing's face, Mo-Mo was taken aback, stopped playing around and put on a serious expression, thinking that A-Qing had encountered something.

"From now on, during our monthly exams, Xiao An might really be sitting behind us." A Qing held up the application form the professor had given her and repeated what the professor had just said.

"unbelievable!"

Mo Mo pondered for a moment, then suddenly widened her eyes, as if she had just snapped out of her daze from the message, and exclaimed in surprise.

"Xiao An, junior?"

Tang You and Lingren were both amazed and looked at the little fox squatting on the balcony, scratching at the leaves.

"Hey?"

While checking the tea trees for safety, she looked towards the dormitory with a puzzled expression, as if wondering why they were all looking at her at the same time.

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At 8:30 p.m. in the Agricultural College, An Sheng quietly slipped out of the window and pursed his lips.

"Enroll? Wouldn't enrolling myself be giving them face? Why would I possibly pay tuition!"

“They come to my house to visit me during holidays, without even bringing two bottles of Maotai or two cartons of Huazhong cigarettes, and with 20,000 yuan underneath. Do you think I won’t kick them out?”

An Sheng strolled leisurely through the dormitory corridor, her fox head held high, a hint of disdain on her lips.

Did I enroll here to study?

This is clearly a way to boost the school's reputation; now the professors from the College of Agricultural Sciences can brag about it.

He opens his mouth by saying, "Master Fuli is from our school." He closes his mouth by saying, "Master Fuli lives on campus." This could poison all the other professors of Spirit Particle Studies into being mute.

Regardless of whether he was trained by us or not, Mr. Fuli is a student of our school. Fuli filled out the admission application, and we laminated it and put it in the principal's office.

But after Ah Qing reminded her...

An Sheng felt that what was said made sense; the Academy of Agricultural Sciences might really have to pay tuition for him.

Oh, it shouldn't be called the professors' bragging tax.

"but."

"We can talk about taxes later. First, we need to figure out how to process the tea leaves from the young tea trees into tea."

An Sheng walked out of the dormitory, went around to the balcony of A Qing's dormitory, picked up a red plastic bag from the ground, and walked towards the cafeteria.

Inside the red plastic bag were the tea leaves from the small tea tree that An Sheng had picked on the balcony earlier.

The Baoshu Archives have now been closed, and the roots of the pottery tribe civilization have been found.

Although a considerable number of the terracotta boxes have been dug up by tomb raiders and scattered among the people, those things cannot be rushed and require the mobilization of the masses.

An Sheng planned to entrust the task to Liu Lingyu, Gao Ren, and other hermits who followed unorthodox methods.

An Sheng didn't believe those hermits could shirk the task entrusted to him by Master Fu Li.

They declined, saying they wouldn't invite him to any future Dao Alliance festivals or celebrations, since he didn't know them.

There shouldn't be any backlog of cases within the Security Bureau that require my personal attention right now.

Next.

An Sheng was about to add his wish power, but then he remembered that he would be able to return to Xia Dong in a few days and soak in the hot springs with Lin Ying. He originally planned to sneak in some extra effort, but then he stopped himself.

He already has 17 points in wisdom, and he still holds 30 points of willpower.

This is enough to highlight one aspect of "wisdom," or other external phenomena.

At that time, I will invite Lin Ying and Lin Bingyun to come and watch the ceremony and applaud to praise me.

For An Sheng, aside from the National Security Bureau's affairs, there is another matter that is more important than anything else: preparing the tea for the tea competition!

Whether Lao Deng's family will have porridge or white rice with chicken legs for the next few years depends on this one provincial competition.

But the entire tea tree, even including the earthenware pot, weighs only seventy or eighty pounds.

One of the requirements for registering for the provincial competition is to submit 20 to 30 kilograms of finished tea for judges, tourists, and tea merchants to taste, as well as a portion to be sealed and archived.

After all these procedures are completed, any excess tea leaves will be returned by the tea competition organizers.

As is usually the case, in the competitions that An Sheng has participated in, if the tea is good enough, there will basically be none left.

Because the amount of tea consumed during the tasting process by tourists and tea merchants is very large.

Excellent tea is worth savoring and will encourage people to try it. And if they want to taste it, the official tea master can't possibly refuse, right?
Tourists, tea merchants, and passersby are all judges, and their scores carry significant weight in the final round.

Twenty or thirty catties of tea may seem like a lot, but there have been numerous instances in previous years where the entire stock was depleted, prompting officials to urge tea farmers to replenish their stock.

To produce 30 jin of finished fragrant oolong tea, 120 jin of carefully selected tea leaves are needed.

Small tea trees cannot produce this quantity of tea leaves.

But An Sheng didn't expect it to be as good as a sow. He secretly planned to stir-fry a pot of it to taste the flavor of the young tea leaves. If its quality was high enough, he would use it as an additive.

Anyway
I'm not adding any flavorings; I'm just adding some broken pieces of other tea leaves to the tea.

If I tell you this is Tongmu Guan Zhengshan Xiaozhong black tea without adding a handful of saccharin, I'm being honest.

"Fat cat!"

"Come out and help set up the pot and start the fire!"

(End of this chapter)