Traveling through the farm, I just want to earn money by farming

"Oh, it's finally done. Erlang, go get some firewood and light the stove."

The oven was not big, and the few people were quick, so they set it up in an hour and a half.

The stove cannot be used if it is wet and needs to be dried with fire.

Qingwu moved the firewood, lit it and roasted it over a low fire, and sat beside it, watching from time to time.

Seeing that they were done, Qing Ning boiled some water, brewed the tea she had picked two days ago, and let them rest.

"Mr. Ma, please have some tea."

There was no teacup at home, so we drank water from bamboo cups.

Mr. Ma took it, picked up the cup and put it under his nose and sniffed it.

"Ok?"

Mr. Ma uttered a puzzled sound and sniffed the tea carefully. The tea had a rich aroma and clear tea soup.

I took a sip and it was smooth in the mouth without getting stuck in the throat. The soup was soft, full and warm. It was neither bitter nor astringent in the mouth, and the sweetness was obvious.

His eyes lit up, "Great tea! Although the tea-making method is a bit rough, the tea itself is bright and refreshing. Great tea, great tea."

Mr. Ma said "good tea" several times in a row, and Qingning knew she had found a treasure.

"Mr. Ma, do you know this tea?"

Mr. Ma looked at the little girl who was half the height of a man in front of him and said with a smile: "I know her."

After saying that, he took another sip and savored the taste before speaking.

"This texture and flavor are definitely Gongmei. Where do you pick them from?"

"I picked it on that mountain. There's a big tea tree there. I stumbled upon it and picked some."

The lime is real and not secretive.

"Oh, I go up the mountain every day, but I haven't seen it."

This is strange, Mr. Ma. It shouldn't be like this.

Qing Ning smiled and said, "Maybe I'm lucky!"

Mr. Ma looked at her twice and thought, maybe it's really true.

"Qing Ning, Grandpa Ma, can you please do me a favor?"

"Mr. Ma, you're really embarrassing me. If you have something to say, just tell me."

The word "beg" scared Qing Ning a lot.

Mr. Ma didn't care and continued, "I love drinking tea, especially Gongmei, which is my favorite."

After a pause, he said, "But this top-grade Gongmei is hard to come by, and I'm short of money. I just happened to come across it today, so Grandpa wanted to ask you for it."

Qing Ning's face trembled as she said sternly, "Mr. Ma, if you ask for a calligraphy again, I won't care about your request."

"Yes, Mr. Ma, if you have any questions, just tell me. How could you do this?"

Chen Changjiang couldn't stand it anymore. How could his family cope with the gentleman's behavior?

Seeing this, Mr. Ma quickly changed his tone and said, "Okay, okay, I don't ask for anything."

"Child, grandpa has a favor to ask of you."

"Mr. Ma, please go ahead. If I can do that, I can't be so polite."

"Okay, I'll teach you how to make tea, as long as you leave some for me every time."

Mr. Ma looked at Qing Ning with eager eyes, he looked so pitiful!

Qing Ning was helpless, thinking it was some big deal and why it was so serious.

"Mr. Ma, that's no problem. But wouldn't it be a disadvantage for you to teach me the method of making tea?"

"No loss, no loss. I don't have to pick it or make it. I can get it just by talking. How can I lose anything?"

When Father Chen heard this, he refused again and again, "Mr. Ma, how can this be possible? People say that skills are not easy to pass on to others. People who have skills keep them well hidden. How can you teach me just because you say so?"

Mr. Ma was unconcerned. "What kind of craft is that? It's not something passed down from my family. I can figure out how to make tea with just a little thought."

"Besides, even if I tell you how to make good tea, you still have to figure it out on your own. What kind of help have I put in?"

Mr. Ma's behavior made Chen Changjiang even more confused about what to do and how to take advantage of him.

Qing Ning thought for a moment and said, "How about this? If we can make this tea, it will definitely be a great gift to you. If we're lucky enough to sell it, I'll split the profits 40% and 60% with you, sir. Is that okay?"

Mr. Ma waved his hand and said with a smile, "I just want tea. If you really make a profit from this, I don't want it. Just do more good deeds!"

Chen Changjiang wanted to persuade him again, but Mr. Ma was firm and refused to give in.

Seeing this, Qing Ning agreed without saying anything more.

Mr. Ma briefly explained the process of tea making, which sounded simple.

"Withering, baking (or shade drying), sorting, re-firing and other processes are sufficient"

Although there are not many steps in making tea, each step requires considerable patience.

Making tea is a science. If done well, it is top-quality tea; if not done well, it is low-quality tea dregs.

After chatting about tea, Mr. Ma was also curious about what to eat today.

"The mushroom in today's chicken soup is called bamboo fungus, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Ma."

"This is the first time I've eaten bamboo fungus today. I never thought it would taste so good. Is it easy to preserve?"

"Bamboo fungus is mostly used to make soup. It won't keep fresh, so it must be sun-dried or oven-dried. This way it can be preserved longer."

"So, you thought of building a baking oven to bake mushrooms?"

"Yes, if the fresh bamboo fungus is not dried, it might rot the next day."

The more Mr. Ma looked at her, the happier he became. It was really strange what was in this little girl's head.

"And the shiitake mushrooms, their flavor is even more unique than that of wood ear mushrooms."

"That's right. Fresh shiitake mushrooms don't have as strong a flavor as dried ones. Dried shiitake mushrooms are even more fragrant when used in cooking."

"Oh~ Dried mushrooms are more fragrant than fresh ones?"

"Yes, and there are so many ways to cook shiitake mushrooms, all of which are great."

"What are the methods? Tell me about them."

Qing Ning asked Mr. Ma in detail, "Today we have braised mushrooms, stuffed mushrooms with meat, stir-fried mushrooms, side dishes, mushroom sauce, etc."

The more they listened, the more tempting it became. Not only Mr. Ma, but everyone in the Chen family was also tempted.

"So many ways to eat it? Today I'm only eating this one, and I love it so much. If I could eat everything, I'd probably become a god right here!"

After hearing this, Li couldn't help but feel happy.

As soon as she said this, everyone burst into laughter, but what she was thinking was similar to what Li was thinking.

Seeing that it was getting late, Mr. Ma didn't want to stay any longer, so he said goodbye and went back.

Qing Ning remembered the cloth bag that Mr. Ma brought, and immediately went to the kitchen to get it out for Mr. Ma to take back.

"No, no, how can any family have enough to eat in this year, not to mention a big person like me, how can we eat white rice? This is the ration I have to pay."

Mr. Ma refused to take it back no matter what.

"Mr. Ma, what are you talking about? You are my family's savior, so you deserve to have some food. You should take these back."

Father Chen refused to accept it no matter what.

"You're wrong. I'm a doctor and it's my duty to save people. Besides, you've all paid for the consultations, so I don't owe you anything."

"You took pity on me and invited me to eat with you. How can I feel at ease handing over my rations? It's my duty. Besides, it would be a waste to leave these rations here if I don't eat them. If you don't accept them, I won't bother you anymore."

Father Chen wanted to say more, but Tan interrupted him and said

"Mr. Ma, we will accept your rations. You can just come to my house and eat."

"Madam is sensible"

"You're welcome, sir."

After saying that, Mr. Ma said goodbye and went home. Chen Changjiang was worried about him being alone, so he personally sent him back.