80s Taoism

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"Call flowers, call flowers, I can ride, I can ride!" The mute scream resounded throughout the gardening field.

Zhang Jiaohua looked at the dumb dumb with a little speechlessness. When the dumb was just learning the car, the tea trees in the gardening farm showed green buds, and the navel orange tree seedlings were only ten centimeters high. But now the tea leaves on the tea trees are already green, the navel orange seedlings are more than 20 centimeters old, and some have even grown one or two branches. The intercropping soybeans in the gardening farm are already lush.

Almost a month passed in a flash. This guy ran all kinds of wrestling every day, and only now was able to step on the tripod leisurely. He was so proud. Make Zhang Biaohua completely drunk.

"Call the flowers, call the flowers, I can ride!" The dumb shouted all the way and rushed over, but in the end, unable to control it, he rushed directly at Zhang Biaohua and the diamond mountain leopard.

Zhang Jiaohua quickly flashed aside, and the mountain leopard jumped out violently, dodge the truck lightly. Then there was a bang, and I didn't know where the bicycle hit again. Zhang cried out for a while. A person can grow back after a fall, but cannot make up for a broken car. Of course, no matter how stupid the dumb is, he will not let the bicycle be underneath when he falls down. This guy has been practicing for more than a month, but he hasn't practiced well in his car, and he is already proficient in all kinds of wrestling. Zhang Jiaohua suspected that the dumb man had been sent by someone else to fix his bicycle. In this month, even the permanent brand bicycle that was temporarily new had crashed into shape. The bicycle was deformed in many places, and the paint was peeled off in many places. It was almost completely unrecognizable. Fortunately, the quality of this car was just as good as it was. When it fell like this, it could still walk without any noise.

Sure enough, one of the bicycles got into the pigsty of the pig farm, and the dumb had nothing to do. One fell into the pigsty of the other party's straw, and the other was the straw, grinning at it. The bicycle fell to the ground, and he lifted it up and took a look, but the faucet was bumped a bit too far, Zhang Biaohua clamped the faucet with his legs and straightened it forcefully. Pushed outside and rode, nothing happened.

Not at all, the rain shield was deformed again, and the boss had lost a piece of paint.

The mute said again and again, "It's okay, it's okay. When I fell down, I was optimistic about the place. Call flowers, you will let me learn cars, right?"

"No, no, I told you yesterday that if I break my car, I won't train for you again." Zhang Jiaohua said firmly.

"I really know how to ride today. You can let me practice for another week. No, after three days of practice, I will be able to ride to town." The dumb said.

"You still want to ride on the main road at your level. You don't want to die. I still can't bear this car. If you fell into this way, if you let Grandpa Luo in town see it, you might blame me for cherishing him and sending me. What's your gift." Zhang Jiaohua said.

"No, no. The people in the town are so rich, how can they take a bicycle seriously." Dumb Sheng was afraid that Zhang Jiahua would not lend him a Qixing car for training.

Zhang Manyin came to the horticulture field, and his head was filled with gardening fields called flowers every day.

"Call the flowers, I ran in the town in the past two days, and there is no way to sell tea. The old agricultural material company used to collect tea, but the tea factory in our county closed down, and the agricultural material company did not accept tea. Yes. I have asked everywhere in the town, and now no one in the whole town collects fresh tea. The loose tea sold in the shop is processed by the tea farm. We don’t have this technology. Otherwise, we can fry it and send it to the town. Shop." A grandpa like Zhang Manyin is a grandpa who doesn't know how to express. Only at this juncture can it be seen that he is actually full of love for the man-grandson called Hua Hua.

"Then we fry ourselves." Zhang Jiaohua thought for a while and said.

"Where is it so easy. This is also a technique for frying tea. It's not that easy." Zhang Manyin frowned, his face that was originally dissatisfied with wrinkles became more vicissitudes of life. This tea farm is like a treasure mountain, but now the grandfather and grandson are in the treasure mountain, but there is no way to pick up any treasures from here.

"Living people can still be suffocated by urine? I will go to town tomorrow to find Grandpa Luo. See who he knows who can fry tea? I'll learn the technique of frying tea. Not a big deal. Used to practice crafts." Zhang Jiaohua looked at the more than two hundred acres of green tea trees, distressed, all this is money!

Early the next morning, Zhang Biaohua went to town. The dumb man gave Gong Ziyuan a message and asked for another day off. Gong Ziyuan has always closed one eye to Zhang Biaohua. He didn't know how to teach such a wicked student anyway.

"I know one of the people who fry tea. I used to be a master at the tea factory in the town. I am now retired. I don't know if I should do this. After dinner, I will take you to the tea factory to find him." Luo Yongming looked at the permanent brand bicycle that was bruised by Zhang Biaohua's fall, and felt a little heartbroken. He quickly found tools to maintain the bicycle from home and took good care of the bicycle. On the one hand, I have to help Zhang Jiaohua find a way to solve the current problem~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The teacher Luo Yongming said is called Zhong Jinxiang, who was the former teacher of fried tea at the tea factory in Gezhuping Town. It is a good hand for frying tea. However, he is also doing the frying of low-grade tea. Putting it in the city and province, naturally it is not a powerful role. After all, Gezhuping Town is not a place where tea is traditionally produced. It's just that there were tea farms all over the country that year, and almost every village had a tea farm. Zhong Jinxiang was the technique of roasting tea that he learned through study classes organized by the county in that era. That is, the level of sautéing the tea leaves. But in Gezhuping Town, it can be regarded as a scarce technician.

Zhong Jinxiang's home is not far away. After dinner, Luo Yongming rode his bicycle and brought Zhang Jiahua to Zhong Jinxiang's home.

"Is Master Zhong at home?" Luo Yongming shouted at the door.

"Who? It's there." A middle-aged man in his 50s and 60s walked out of the house quickly, who was exactly what Zhong Jinxiang was looking for.

Zhong Jinxiang recognized Luo Yongming at a glance, "It's the old leader. Why are you here?"

Zhong Jinxiang greeted him warmly and asked the lady to give Luo Yongming and Zhang Jiaohuaduan tea.

"Master Zhong, this is Zhang Jiaohua from Meizi'ao Village. He is the grandson of a friend of mine. The family has contracted the tea farm in the village. Now the tea is about to be picked. There is no good market. The factory in the town has collapsed. The agricultural company I don’t receive tea anymore. I want to come over and learn to fry tea with you.” Luo Yongming also didn’t tell Zhong Jinxiang to fry tea for Zhang Biaohua because he was worried that Zhang Biaohua could not afford someone. (To be continued.)

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