59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

After throwing Sha Zhu back to the Red Star Steel Mill, Chen Feng walked back slowly. When passing by a street, he suddenly heard a loud "bang".

Looking up, I saw a group of children on the street about ten meters away suddenly moving away, revealing the black popcorn machine surrounded by them.

“It exploded, it exploded!”

“Lots of popcorn!”

The kids waited for the pressure inside the popcorn machine to release, then surrounded it again.

As the popcorn pops out of the popcorn machine, a faint fragrance fills the street.

"Popcorn!"

Chen Feng turned around and rode over. All children like to eat this thing, and the two little ones in the Chen family are no exception. However, only Chen Jianguo in the family would buy it.

I thought I needed to wait for the next wave, but I didn’t expect these kids to look more but buy less.

"Master, how much is this popcorn?"

"One cent a basin."

The old master took out a small basin and placed it in front of him, then took the sack and poured some water into it.

The basin was not very big, probably about the same size as the large cup of popcorn in movie theaters in later generations.

"Give me three basins."

Chen Feng took out three cents and gave it to the vendor, then took off his backpack and poured the popcorn in the bowl directly into the vendor.

This thing is still warm and exudes a sweet smell.

"OK, wait!"

The vendors are very happy to see the business coming to their doors.

A large basin was filled for Chen Feng, and he poured in the water. Then another large basin was filled, and he poured in that too.

When I rode my bike back to the yard, Hu Bayi and the other two were eating popsicles, along with a beautiful teacher.

"Why didn't you go out and shoot today?"

"Master said it's too hot and it's not suitable to go out. It's more comfortable to stay at home." Fatty Wang was eating the last bit. The old man, the old lady and Zhou Qing had all finished eating.

"You guys are half-hearted. You need to persist in practicing shooting." Chen Feng pushed the bicycle into the compound and handed it to Chen Hao.

"Brother, did you get what you wanted?"

"Yes, I got it." Walking to the old man's side, Chen Feng grabbed a handful of popcorn from his bag and put it on the desk, saying, "I bought three pots of popcorn on the street. Grandpa and grandma, do you want to try some?"

"We'll forget about this thing. You three can take it and divide it up." The old man smiled and shook his head.

Chen Feng took out some more and poured them on the desk.

"Brother, is this all you bought?" Chen Hao put his bicycle into the main hall, ran over, grabbed one and put it into his mouth.

"That's enough for you to eat."

Chen Feng took the bag into the bedroom, poured out the remaining stuff, wrapped it in a large piece of paper, and placed the paper bag on the front of Chen Li's car.

The three teenagers outside had already divided the popcorn, giving them one each, and even the sizes were almost the same, highlighting the fairness and justice.

Put your things away, go take a dip in the swimming pool, close your eyes and relax, and let your actual spiritual consciousness enter the space.

Crush the dry straw and put it into the coal stove continuously to ignite it.

According to what Master Bai wrote, start to kill the green tea, that is, when the pot temperature reaches about 350c, put the tea leaves into the pot, mainly by shaking, supplemented by flipping with both hands, for about 3 to 5 minutes.

Only the tenderest tea leaves can be used. It takes about 6.8 to 7.4 buds to stir-fry 500 grams of premium Biluochun tea.

The well water with space accelerated its growth, and he had saved quite a few buds these days.

The first time was definitely not very good, but after comparison, Chen Feng made improvements the second time, and the tea leaves he fried for the third time were already roughly the same as what the old man called good tea.

He doesn't have a very high taste in tea, but his sense of smell and taste are keen, and he can tell the subtle differences between the two.

After frying three pounds of tea leaves, he waited until they cooled down before getting out of the swimming pool and walking around his room. Not finding a suitable box, he simply cut down an apple tree in space, and used some mental energy to separate the water from part of the trunk, and made eight boxes that were about 30 centimeters long, wide, and high.

Apple tree wood can be processed into furniture, handicrafts, etc., and can also be used as fuel. ?

It has moderate hardness, dark red color, and fine wood quality, but it is easy to crack and deform, and fresh wood is prone to insects. It needs to be dried in the shade for more than two years before it can be made.

But he was a Virgo, and he thought the plain box was ugly, so he carved a large number of dragon, phoenix and unicorn patterns on it based on the texture of the tree itself.

Different from carving with a carving knife, he directly uses the decomposition force of space to decompose the surface layer.

Looking at it this way, the texture of the box's surface becomes very delicate.

"Perfect!"

One pound of tea leaves makes a large handful, and three pounds of tea leaves is enough, about 4.5 cubic decimeters, filling half a box.

(The volume of a pound of tea is approximately between 1000 ml and 1500 ml, but the specific volume will vary depending on factors such as the shape, density and compactness of the tea.)

I took a dry wooden box, packed it up, and gave it to the old man.

"Grandpa, take a look at the tea leaves I fried outside and see if they suit your taste."

"Did you fry them at the tea factory today?" The old man took the box, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

Tea is generally bitter. Unbrewed tea is fragrant but also tastes terrible.

"Yeah, very good, very good!"

The old man actually didn't taste any fart, but that didn't stop him from praising Chen Feng.

"Haha, with so much good tea, I don't have to ask anyone to buy it for me for half a year."

Zhang Haixing came forward and said, "Give me a pound, and I'll give it to my elder brother."

"Your eldest brother has no shortage of tea. The project is very supportive and there is no possibility of shortage of supplies." The old man was reluctant to share it. How could he give away the tea that his grandson gave to him as a gift to outsiders?

Zhang Haixing said calmly: "Zhang Juzheng's handwritten calligraphy!"

"make a deal!"

As soon as the words fell, the old man agreed.

The old lady looked at him with disdain.

The old man said awkwardly: "Xiao Feng can fry more tea leaves in the future. Zhang Juzheng's handwriting is too rare."

This is closely related to the storage period of paper.

There is a widely circulated saying in the cultural and museum circles regarding calligraphy and painting appraisal: "Paper costs one thousand, silk costs eight hundred", which means "paper can be preserved for a maximum of one thousand years, and silk can be preserved for a maximum of eight hundred years."

This is the storage period under the best conditions, and it is also the result of special craftsmanship used in ancient handmade paper.

If the tomb is flooded and the papers stored in the box become overly moist, the time limit will be greatly shortened.

"Bayi, why are you still standing there? Go get a scale."

Hu Bayi came to his senses and went to the main hall to find a scale.

"Old man, I have nothing to put the tea in. Just give me the box and you can use your tea box to put the tea in."

"can."

Chen Feng didn't quite understand Zhang Haixing's approach and asked, "If you want to give your brother a gift, why not cook him a delicious meal yourself and give him the tea I made? This is too petty!"

Zhang Haixing smiled and said, "I actually like this box."

“Tea comes as a bonus!”

"Fortunately, your brother is not an accessory!" Chen Feng complained.

The old man was stunned. He was only thinking about tea and didn't notice the box.

"This carving...is by a top master!"

Chen Feng forgot that even the most skilled carving master would have slight flaws.

After all, carving is not erosion.