Traveling through 70's wine

Bian Cang is a distribution center of the ancient Tea-Horse Road. Tea trading has been going on there since ancient times. Many people make and drink tea.

However, in the past decade or so, the number of tea trees cut down has been decreasing. Only a few families have one or two tea trees at home and pick the tea to make tea.

The old worker said proudly: "You make your own tea? It's just a casual trick. How can it compare to the tea from our tea factory?"

Wen Qing nodded, and the old worker asked: "How do you make tea?"

Wen Qing handed a handful of hazelnuts to the old worker and said, "We pick them and put them in a pan to fry them, then roll them and finally dry them."

Old worker: "The climate in South America is good, and the tea trees are big-leafed, right? If you do this, it might not taste very good."

Wen Qing said hurriedly: "Brother is right, the country folks make it randomly, it tastes like grass and bitter, it's not very tasty. So I want to change it to some better tea."

The old worker puffed out his chest and said proudly: "The tea produced in our factory is carefully made using the craftsmanship of Qihong in Anhui Province, and is also exported abroad to earn foreign exchange."

Wen Qing took out another bag of dried mushrooms and stuffed it into the old worker's hand. "Brother, can you take me in to see how you make tea? And teach me too."

There was no such thing as technical confidentiality at that time. When the old worker saw Wen Qing, an old man, praising the tea produced by his factory, his face flushed and he said reservedly, "We didn't make much tea today. You can see it if you want." He then took Wen Qing in.

The production process of Dianhong is: withering, rolling, fermentation and drying.

The two chatted as they walked. The withering of Dianhong tea adopts long-term constant temperature natural withering, which is key to forming the aroma of black tea.

Wen Qing only took a glance at the withering workshop and continued walking forward, entering the fermentation workshop and watching how the workers put the tea leaves into the fermentation baskets and how to control the fermentation temperature.

The old worker said: "Black tea is mainly about fermentation. If the fermentation is done well, the flavor will come out; if the fermentation is not done well, it will be bad tea. Your tea has a strong grassy taste, it must be because the fermentation is not done well."

Wen Qing discovered that the fermented Dianhong tea pile was much thinner than Pu'er tea. The height of the tea pile was 20 to 30 centimeters. The temperature in the fermentation room was a little higher than that outside, about 26 or 7 degrees. However, the tea pile felt damp to the touch, indicating that the humidity in the fermentation room was also very high.

Wen Qing asked: "Brother, is it okay to pile the tea leaves like this?"

The old worker said: "That won't work. We have to measure the temperature regularly. If the temperature exceeds 37 or 8 degrees, we have to turn the pile over until the color of the tea leaves darkens. Generally, the spring leaves turn red, and the old leaves turn purple or dark red.

If the tea leaves are over-fermented, they will smell sour and rancid, which is not good.”

There was no one in the drying workshop at the back. The old worker gave a brief introduction and after fermentation, the workers would select the items and then shape and dry them.

Wen Qing walked out of the tea factory gate with the old worker. Wen Qing pointed at the basket and said, "Brother, how much tea can you get in exchange? Just give me whatever you want."

The old worker took the things in the basket, weighed it, and said, "There are still a lot of things. Let's exchange them for three kilograms of tea."

Wen Qing nodded quickly: "Okay, okay." Three kilograms of tea was already a lot.

After changing the tea leaves, Wen Qing picked up the basket and left.

Passing through a dense forest, she was looking for herbs on the ground when she suddenly heard several people talking in the distance. She immediately picked up her backpack and hid behind a tree.

"Damn it, someone has set me on fire. This time, someone has targeted my goods."

A duck-voiced man said, "Let's hide the goods first. Those people can't find the goods and can't do anything to us."

"Where to hide?"

"Hide in the woods. Find a cave here to hide in."

"No, there's no road here, so we can't drive in. Even if we drive in, the marks on the ground are too heavy and we'll be easily discovered."

"Where is it hidden?"

"Just push it down, hide it under the slope, and cover it with grass. No one will come here. Wait for the storm to die down in a couple of days, and then we'll come and drive it away."

There was a burst of noise and the sound of something heavy falling. After the hustle and bustle, I heard someone in the distance say, "Go out and hide for two days. Don't contact me."

The footsteps disappeared into the depths of the woods.

There is always a lot of crime in border areas.

Wen Qing did not relax her vigilance. She wiped away the traces of her rest and climbed high up the tree. The dense branches and leaves obscured her figure.

After a while, another group of people came running with dogs and chased in the direction where the group of people had just left.

Wen Qing waited until they were far away before quickly coming down from the tree. The group in front looked like smugglers. She had caught many such people in her previous life. The group behind should be government officials.

Wen Qing followed the direction of those people and found the location where the things were hidden according to the traces on the ground.

Just down the dirt road in the ditch was a four-wheel tractor, hastily covered with weeds and a strong smell of grass, so the dog didn't notice it for a while.

She lifted the weeds and found two motorcycles and a large box on the tractor. Wen Qing didn't have time to take a closer look. She put everything into the space, then quickly climbed out of the ditch and left.

Wen Qing followed the trail of the previous group of people and chased them for more than 20 minutes, and then overtook this group from the side.

During the tracking process, Wen Qing discovered that the first group had already run into the forest and were obviously familiar with the local environment.

Although the vegetation here is lush, the weeds on the ground are still a little yellow in winter, and you can see signs that someone has passed by.

Wen Qing was very familiar with tracking in the forest. She took out a long wooden stick from the space, quickly pushed away the dense branches in front of her, and followed the trail.

After walking for another half an hour, she heard the sound of someone breaking branches in the distance. She lowered her footsteps and approached quietly.

I heard someone say, "Did you get rid of them?"

"do not know."

"Oh, I'm so tired." It was that duck-voiced voice.

"Fatty, you're the only one who eats the most."

A voice scolded, "Don't talk, hurry up and walk."

She flanked them from the side. The vegetation in the woods was dense and the path was narrow. She saw four men walking in a line at a fast pace. The distance between them was about 2 or 3 meters.

Wen Qing quietly approached the last person and hit him on the back of the neck with a stick. The man's eyes went dark and he fell to the ground. Wen Qing stepped forward to catch him and gently put him on the ground.

She followed the person in front of her. The person heard Wen Qing's footsteps and didn't realize that someone else had changed. Wen Qing stepped forward again and knocked the person to the ground.

It didn't take much for these guys to get through, and in a short while, she knocked all four of them down.

She attacked from behind, and none of the four people faced her head on. After knocking the four people unconscious, Wen Qing left quickly.

After more than ten minutes, the group with the dog caught up.

I saw a person lying on the ground.

"what happened?"

"Someone help us?"

"Never mind about it for now, let's catch the guys first." Everyone worked together to tie up the four people on the ground one by one.

As expected, those four guys were smugglers, not only smuggling goods, but also smuggling DP.

They also had connections with the desperate criminals on the other side. A year later, the police followed this clue and wiped out all the smuggling gangs in the country.

Two days later, Wen Qing returned to Xiangyang Village.

It was already midnight when she got home. She opened the door, lit the oil lamp, cooked a pot of porridge in the dark, and ate it with pickles.

The couple spent the past two days on the road, eating mostly cakes or snacks. After a little hot porridge, they felt much better. Then Wen Qing boiled some water, took a bath, and went to bed.

The next morning, she got up at almost 9 o'clock. When she walked out of the room, she found that Gu Hua had returned.

The door of his room was open and his clothes were hung out to dry at the door, but no one was seeing them.

The chickens she and Wu Qing had fed had been killed and made into cured chickens before returning home. Now there was no need to feed the chickens. She took a shoulder pole and a wooden bucket to fetch water. When she walked outside the courtyard gate, she saw Gu Hua coming towards her with a bucket of water.