Tea Merchants of the Song Dynasty

The oncoming heat made Jiang Yin's mind waver. She took a deep breath and put her whole body and soul into the iron pot in front of her.

Then, she followed the tea-frying process and quickly picked up about three or two pieces of fresh tea leaves and put them into the pot.

Then, according to the method he remembered, he quickly reached out and picked up the tea leaves in the pot.

However, as soon as her hand entered the pot, her pupils shrank slightly, and she quickly retracted her hand and exclaimed, "Ouch, it's hot!"

I haven't fried tea for a long time. I didn't master the technique and kept crying out in pain from being burned by the iron pan.

Jiang Erniang: ...I am speechless and helpless.

"Madam, are you okay?" Xiao Luo stood up and quickly took her hand to check the situation. "Why don't we stop firing and let someone else come?"

Look, her fingers are all burned red, she feels distressed.

Roasting tea is not an easy job. With so much tea, you have to stay by the boiler all day.

Jiang Yin's mouth twitched slightly, and he said helplessly: "It's okay, I just haven't fried tea for too long, so my technique is a little rusty."

She quickly pulled her hand away, ready to continue frying the tea. However, the moment she pulled her hand back, Jiang Erniang had already started frying the tea.

Jiang Yin looked at Jiang Er Niang, who was skilled in the technique, scratched his head, smiled awkwardly and said, "Er Niang, let me do it."

However, Jiang Erniang just rolled her eyes at her and said while shaking the tea in the pot, "Come on, just take a look first, and then you can continue frying the next pot later."

When this pot of tea leaves has been withered and cooled, you can proceed to the second pot.

Jiang Yin grinned and said, "Don't worry, Second Mother. I will be more careful next time and won't let that happen again."

After saying that, she stayed quietly beside Jiang Erniang, carefully watching her method of frying tea so that she could have some reference for it later.

Jiang Erniang didn't say anything else, but continued to demonstrate, explaining a few things to Jiang Yin from time to time.

Soon, the pot of tea that Jiang Erniang had received halfway was fried and put into the drying oven to cool.

Jiangyin also ushered in a new round of tea harvest.

This time, she didn't burn her hands like before. Instead, she began to shake the tea leaves step by step to kill the green.

She became more and more proficient at it, and even after the filming was finished, she still felt unsatisfied.

Then, she started to wither the third pot of tea leaves.

After cooking three pots of tea in succession, Jiang Yin took over the first pot of tea that had cooled down and started to cook the second pot of tea.

In this way, he fried one pot after another. In the end, Jiang Yin fried ten pots, nearly thirty taels of tea.

Although the quality of the tea she roasted at the beginning was not the best, after a day of training, her skills had almost returned to her previous level.

She looked at the freshly baked tea leaves in the bamboo basket with bright eyes, turned her head and smiled at Jiang Erniang, "Erniang, let's continue tomorrow."

After finally getting the hang of it, she wanted to continue practicing her tea-frying skills to avoid any problems when frying the Zhenggong tea.

Although, according to the performance of the last two pots today, Zheng Gongcha is no problem at all. But it never hurts to be more prepared.

Jiang Erniang naturally would not refuse this.

So, in the next few days, Jiang Yin got up early to go to the tea mountain to pick tea. After picking tea, he stayed in the house with Jiang Erniang to stir-fry tea.

Time flies, no matter what happens in the outside world, Jiang Yin's tea-frying skills are improving rapidly. The picking of Mengshan tea has also been prepared.

The picking day of the Imperial Tea Garden also arrived as scheduled.

The Mengshan tea picking ceremony in the Imperial Tea Garden is grand and mysterious.

The auspicious time for picking tea has arrived, and the tea supervisor of the Tea and Horse Service is in strict preparation. Early in the morning, they burn incense and take a shower, put on court robes, beat gongs and drums, and set off firecrackers.

He led his subordinates, monks from Zhiju Temple and important personnel from the four families of Mengshan to start a pilgrimage to worship the fairy tea.

Because the Imperial Tea Garden is within the Jiang family tea mountain, this time the tribute tea was roasted by Jiang Yin himself.

Therefore, Jiang Yin's position was second only to Yan Li. He followed beside him, waiting for orders at any time.

No matter how much the heads of the other three families in Mengshan disliked her, they could only hold it in at this moment.

Jiang Yin originally thought that Li Ji would also come today, but unexpectedly, Li Ji was nowhere to be seen.

She suppressed her doubts and followed Yan Li to worship the fairy tea.

Afterwards, Yan Li personally supervised and the masters in Zhiju Temple started to enter the Imperial Tea Garden to pick the fairy tea.

There are only seven tea trees in the Imperial Tea Garden, and based on the 360 ​​days in the lunar year, 360 leaves are harvested every year.

Jiang Yin stood outside the Imperial Tea Garden, staring at the monks in the garden picking tea leaves carefully, feeling extremely excited.

But this situation did not allow her to act recklessly, so she could only control her emotions and wait obediently.

Yan Li pursed his lips and finally whispered, "Mr. Li went to do something important, so he didn't come today."

I don’t know why Yan Li was thinking this, but he felt like he should give an explanation.

However, Jiang Yin just turned his head to look at him and nodded inexplicably, indicating that he understood.

Yan Li felt a little embarrassed, but didn't say anything.

Soon, 360 tea leaves were picked and sent to Zhiju Temple for spreading as fresh buds.

But because it takes a long time to spread out, it takes two to three hours.

Therefore, during this period, Jiang Yin brought his clansmen and monks from Zhiju Temple to pick tea leaves from the Imperial Tea Garden, stir-fried them into tribute tea, and sent them to Tokyo.

This matter concerned the entrance of officials and royal nobles, which naturally aroused the jealousy of the Hu, Shen and Chen families again.

But because the Royal Tea Garden was within the Jiang family, and Yan Li was in charge, they were just envious and jealous, and did not dare to take any further action.

After Jiang Yin started picking tea leaves himself, Yan Li simply sent away other irrelevant people, including the Hu, Shen and Chen families, to prevent them from interfering with the frying of tribute tea.

After the three families with ulterior motives left, Jiang Yin finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to pick tea carefully.

After the fresh buds picked from the Imperial Tea Garden were spread out, Jiang Yin began to prepare the stir-fried Zhenggong tea.

When frying tea, monks from Zhiju Temple are required to chant scriptures around.

This was the first time Jiang Yin had experienced such a situation. Although he had seen his mother cook it in previous years, he couldn't help but feel nervous when the time came.

She had a stern face and stared at the bottom of the pot, not daring to make any other movements.

Seeing this, Master Pu Hui smiled and said, "Amitabha, Mr. Jiang, just put aside your distracting thoughts and do what you want."

Hearing this, Jiang Yin finally looked up, wondering what Master Puhui could have figured out from her.

She pursed her lips and nodded to Master Pu Hui. Then she quickly grabbed three taels of fresh leaves and threw them into the pot, officially starting to stir-fry the Zheng Gong tea.

At the same time, Master Puhui also led the monks in the temple to chant sutras and recite Buddhist scriptures until the tribute tea was fried.

During this period, Jiang Yin's heart was always in tension, and she didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the last pot of tea was dried.

When her last pot of tea came out of the oven, the chanting stopped, which also meant that the roasting of this year's Zhenggong tea was over.