Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 87 - : 87. Wealthy Secretary Wang_1
Chapter 87: 87. Wealthy Secretary Wang_1
Ning City.
Brother Fengfeng delivered a package once again.
But this time it was different, this time it wasn’t transported on ice, but rather a plain cardboard box, wrapped with an air column bag enclosing a simple sealed bag.
Upon opening the sealed bag, inside were the tea leaves.
Five thousand yuan! Secretary Wang was actually very cautious and expectant.
However, the moment he unsealed it, as the dry tea’s fragrance diffused, he also picked out a small yellow bamboo stick about one centimeter long, as well as a very small yellow old leaf…
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He was speechless in an instant.
On one hand, he regretted spending the impulsive five thousand yuan, and on the other hand, he was heartbroken:
How many agricultural products end up forgotten without a trace? The reason is that they only care about immediate benefits, gradually ruining their reputation!
The leader had even specifically instructed him to pay more attention…
But fortunately, the aroma of the tea was lingering, fresh and refreshing, it seemed like he hadn’t lost out just on account of this fragrance.
He’d already made the purchase; he could only accept it.
While the leader was still working inside, Secretary Wang decided to taste it himself first, before deciding whether to bring out the leader’s teacup.
Otherwise, what if this brand’s quality was poor, wouldn’t bringing it out as a treasure only bring about unnecessary sorrow?
So.
He dumped out the remaining tea leaves, swirled some hot water in the cup, and poured it out.
He added the dry leaves, then poured in one-third of the hot water and swirled it around…
Secretary Wang stood still.
This fragrance, this fragrance was rather extraordinary! Based on just this, the five thousand yuan was worth it! After all, he had tasted fine tea before, and some so-called top-quality famous teas didn’t even smell as good as this.
In fact, they didn’t have such a natural fragrance.
Out of respect for this aroma, he even poured the water much more gently. And as the hot water slowly filled the cup, the entire room was enveloped in an indescribable scent like that of the forest, calming one’s mind…
The fragrance seemed to have a slightly cool sensation, like dew silently seeping into the back of the hand, and with just one whiff, the cluttered thoughts in one’s mind seemed to be cleansed away, leaving mental clarity and tranquility.
Secretary Wang didn’t quite know how to describe it at the moment.
But with such effects, those five thousand yuan were indeed a steal!
Without hesitation, he knocked on the office door:
“Leader, you asked me to pay attention to that farm; they’ve picked some wild tea themselves this year. I just brewed some, and the fragrance is quite extraordinary! How about I brew a cup for you to try?”
“Oh?”
The leader put down his pen, showing interest.
He had just eaten the wild vegetables from this farm at his residential compound yesterday, which were fresh and pleasing to the palate, very comforting to the stomach. For a middle-aged health enthusiast like him, it was a rare treat indeed.
Now hearing about the tea leaves, he was even more interested!
He glanced at the cup of tea he had only steeped twice this morning: “I just brewed a couple of infusions…”
But it didn’t matter.
He picked up his cup and gulped down a mouthful, then poured the rest of the tea water into the tea bucket before handing his cup out:
“Secretary Wang, please take care of this.”
Secretary Wang was almost desperate to share this wonderful experience with someone!
Now, after brewing the tea and while the fragrance still lingered, he immediately brought it into the office.
The other party sniffed: “Good tea!”
The leader remarked, “This is truly fragrant…”
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For a moment, the two tea enthusiasts, each holding their own cup, became immersed in the aroma.
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Yun City.
Upon returning home, Song Tan felt that although the day was a bit hectic and full of novelties, it wasn’t without its perks.
For instance, the local police station in the old district of Yun City also crowdfunded a pound of tea leaves.
Of course, a group of modestly-paid young officers had to pool together to come up with the 10,000 yuan.
The good news was Song Tan promised them, “I won’t charge you for shipping.”
That said, the police station was just a ten-minute walk from the market.
The captain stood firm, “Can we get a discount if we pick it up at the stall ourselves?”
Lowering the price was out of the question; not even a penny less.
Song Tan pretended not to hear and quickly took his leave, thinking to himself that they should count their blessings they could even purchase it now!
No sooner had he parked the car than another message popped up on his phone.
This Secretary Wang didn’t hesitate to spend money:
“Hello, do you still have tea leaves? Please send over five pounds. Do you have gift boxes? Can you do some packaging? We’re planning to go to Imperial City next week to give them as gifts.”
Song Tan smiled proudly and instructed Qiaoqiao to bring out a stack of gift boxes from the back seat of the car.
On the way back, they passed by a packaging store, and Song Tan took home the shop’s sealing machine, small scale, and packaging boxes.
Last time was too rushed, just a trial in the market; he had originally intended to keep it simple.
But his mother was right: After all, a bit of selection shows that we care, and we can’t afford to get the attitude wrong.
Song Tan found this very reasonable and hence decided to spend his own money on matching gift boxes. Sealed bags, tin containers, packaging boxes, carry bags… a set of thirty!
Just as he entered the courtyard, he saw Wu Lan and Grandma Wang Lifan, along with a few aunts who had helped pick tea, all weighing the tea leaves in the yard.
Song Tan was invigorated, “How much did we pick today?”
He supplied Spiritual Energy to Tea Mountain every day, so it should have the best yield, far exceeding that of Milk Vetch by dozens of times.
Wu Lan couldn’t stop smiling, “I went late and only picked a little under three pounds. Each of your aunts picked over five pounds, and your grandma picked exactly four pounds!”
Wow, that’s really something!
Grandma Wang Lifan was older and moved slower, plus she had to prepare food for the pigs and get their family’s breakfast ready before heading up the mountain.
And his mother Wu Lan had to help bundle the Milk Vetch and weigh it.
Others went up the mountain at six o’clock, but she didn’t leave until eight or nine.
An aunt chimed in, “Exactly, the tea leaves are so lush! Bushels and bushels!”
“Yeah,” another sighed, “In the past, the most I picked was four and a half pounds. Working for your family this year, how come I’ve been performing so well? We’re paid by the day, not by the weight…”
With that, everyone started laughing, “You must have been a long-term worker for the Song family in your last life! Working harder for them than for your own family!”
The topic shifted around until it finally landed on the yield of the tea:
“I don’t know how your family manages it, but this tea is both thick and fragrant. Zhou Maozhu said he’s so energized just to stir-fry your family’s tea that he has to wear a mask to sleep during the day.”
Another joined the conversation, “Who can ever be sure about these things with the God of Soil? Remember the year when we had some trouble, didn’t work the land at all—and yet, everything that grew was large and of high quality; even the vegetables tasted better than those from other places!”
When it comes to agriculture and its mysterious practices, everyone indeed had their experiences:
“That’s true! When we used to grow chestnuts, no matter how we fertilized or sprayed, the yield simply alternated between more one year and less the next…”
