I have been a county magistrate for ten years. My subordinates insist on giving me a yellow robe.

Hundreds of merchants gathered in the lobby, each holding a box of beautifully packaged tea, queuing up to be watched by the tea tasting master of Yuntian Chamber of Commerce.

Only with the approval of these masters can we pass through here and move on to the next place.

The quality of tea depends on observation, smell, questioning and palpation.

Looking is to judge the quality of the tea. Good tea often has complete leaves and clear veins. Smelling is to smell the fragrance of the tea. Asking is to explore the roots of the tea. If it is produced by a century-old tea tree, you can go directly to the next level.

The final cut is to check the tea leaves as a whole to see if all the good tea leaves are on top.

At the front of the long queue, four elderly men in their sixties were looking at a box of tea on the table with calm expressions.

"The tea leaves are intact but not plump enough. There is not enough sunlight and rain, so they lack vitality. Let's go back." The first old man said expressionlessly, stroking his beard.

Even though there are so many people gathered in the first lobby alone, at least 99% of them have to be screened out here.

As the second box was handed over, the old man just glanced at it and this time didn't even bother to comment. He just let the merchant take it away.

In just a short moment, fifty people's worth of tea was carried away, which made the people behind them unable to sit still.

Jiang Yuan was a little nervous. What was going on?

There are more than fifty people, let alone those who can pass the four levels. Only two of them were screened out after reaching the level of smelling. How high are the requirements of these four old men?

Jiang Yuan reached out and patted the shoulder of the person in front of him, wanting to get some information.

"What do you call this brother?"

The person standing in front of Jiang Yuan was a fat boy, about the same age as Jiang Yuan, but more than twice his size.

"Oh, my surname is Zhuge." The fat man immediately turned around and looked at Jiang Yuan. He had a round face and looked very funny, which made people like him more.

Jiang Yuan pointed at the thinking old man in front and asked, "Brother Zhuge, who are these four people? Are they so discerning?"

Fatty Zhuge immediately put on an expression of sudden enlightenment: "This brother is from outside, right?"

"If this were in Luoyun City, there wouldn't be any such doubts. These four could be considered veterans of the Yuntian Chamber of Commerce. They even take a sip from that thousand-year-old tea tree every now and then. How could their standards be lower?"

"And to be frank, the tea these people brought is rubbish. Even dogs wouldn't drink it. They still want to go in. It's sheer wishful thinking!"

As he spoke, Fatty Zhuge patted the brocade box in his hand with pride. "I'm not exaggerating. Compared to what I brought, theirs is simply unbearable. Mine is produced by a nearly thousand-year-old tea tree."

"Ahem! Brother Zhuge, do you feel dry mouth and tongue?" Jiang Yuan suddenly asked.

Fatty Zhuge was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and continued, "That's just a few words. Later, when we get in, we'll be able to drink tea made from thousand-year-old tea trees. A little dryness in the mouth won't matter. It's a pity that most of them don't have this luxury."

"Hmm? Did you get sand in your eyes, bro? Why are you making those eyes? Can I blow it out for you?"

However, before he could finish, Jiang Yuan silently took a step back, his face full of indifference, as if he was not familiar with him.

Fatty Zhuge scratched his head and realized that the eyes of dozens of people around him were all focused on him.

"Little Fatty, you said our tea is rubbish? It can't be compared with yours?" A middle-aged man with a hooked nose looked at Fatty Zhuge angrily.

"Who are you calling trash?"

"What do you mean? This is a century-old tea tree!"

As angry words were heard, Fatty Zhuge couldn't help but shrink his neck and looked back at Jiang Yuan with a resentful look on his face.

This guy is so disloyal.

"Hehe, don't mind me, I'm just bragging. Just take it as a joke." The smile on Fatty Zhuge's face became brighter.

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person, not to mention that this is the Yuntian Chamber of Commerce, so the group could only snort coldly and turn away.

Fatty Zhuge turned around with a dark face and looked at Jiang Yuan: "Brother, you are so rude. Why didn't you remind me?"

"I've already reminded you." Jiang Yuan said helplessly.

“I didn’t remind you enough!”

"Okay, let's talk about what kind of tea can pass the test?" Jiang Yuan quickly changed the subject.

Fatty Zhuge coughed and became serious for once. "Brother, may I ask where your tea comes from, and how much is one ounce of silver?"

Jiang Yuan rubbed his eyebrows and said, "This tea was snatched away from Zhao Li halfway, I know nothing about it."

However, seeing that Zhao Li agreed so readily at the beginning, it proves that the price of this truck of tea is far less than eleven jars of fine wine.

To put it in perspective, this cart of tea weighs 500 jin, and each of the 19 jars of nectar costs 100 taels of silver. That means each jin costs 4 taels of silver, and each jin of tea costs 4 qian of silver. If converted into taels, it would be impossible to calculate.

"My tea is quite unique, the price is not important." Jiang Yuan said with some guilt.

Fatty Zhuge curled his lips and said, "Let me be frank with you. If the price of tea is less than ten taels of silver per tael, there is basically no hope."

Jiang Yuan's eyes widened instantly. Ten taels of silver for one tael?

I only planned to price the tea I worked so hard to make at ten taels of silver per tael, and you tell me that this is just the beginning?

"Sure enough, there is no such thing as the most evil heart, only a more evil heart!"

Jiang Yuan muttered to himself and immediately decided to raise the price of tea, at least to twenty taels of silver per tael.

Soon, as the team continued to move forward, the fat man Zhuge who was in front of Jiang Yuan handed over the brocade box with a smile.

The old man at the front smiled for the first time: "Little Fatty, why are you still queuing here instead of just going in?"

"Are you trying to test my eyesight?"

After saying this, the old man immediately opened the brocade box, took a quick glance at it, and praised it highly: "Well, the leaves are plump, not much worse than those from the old tea tree."

"Haha, Uncle Yun has good vision. This really is an almost thousand-year-old tea tree!" Fatty Zhuge said proudly.

"What? Another thousand-year-old tea tree?"

"I didn't realize this fat guy was so hidden. I didn't expect him to bring such good stuff!"

Exclamations rang out one after another.

The four old men all read it once and then nodded at the same time.

"Passed! Passed. Finally, there is one who can pass."

"It took nearly a thousand years for the tea trees to pass through. That's too much to ask."

Many businessmen in the back were talking about it.

Uncle Yun, who was sitting at the very edge, frowned unconsciously and wanted to say something, but at this moment the next brocade box had been handed up by a servant.

Uncle Yun took a casual glance and was about to raise his hand to let the owner of the box leave, and stood up to take charge of the situation.

When Uncle Yun took the first look, he turned his head casually, and then turned his head again at an extremely exaggerated speed.

The scene unconsciously became quiet.

Jiang Yuan let out a light breath and looked at the stunned Uncle Yun.

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