Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 291 - Chapter 291 291. One catty of tea costs one tael of gold_1

Chapter 291: 291. One catty of tea costs one tael of gold_1 Chapter 291: 291. One catty of tea costs one tael of gold_1 Song Sancheng spoke with ease, “Three pounds of tea leaves, I’ll get them for you in a moment, do you also want the tea boxes or not?”

“Yes.”

Zhou Maozhu, being savvy, said directly, “You pack them first, I’ll give you the money for the tea boxes later, I know you’re not making money from that.”

But after he stated his needs, he didn’t forget his son’s instructions and persisted in asking:

“How do you usually sell these tea leaves? I’ll ask for my son as well.”

Song Sancheng: …

Should I say the price of 10,000 or not?

If I tell them the price, how can I make them believe it?

If I don’t tell, what do I do if they come over with money to buy later?

Song Sancheng hesitated only for a moment before smiling sheepishly, “You know, I have regular customers for these tea leaves, here we sell them for 10,000 yuan a pound.”

Once the price is out, it’s out; otherwise, if they come later with 1,000 yuan to buy, and then you tell them the price, that would really be embarrassing.

Song Sancheng smiled in a simple and honest manner, “You also know, it’s not good to talk about this in the village, so I haven’t announced it.”

Tantan said it’s not the right time, and Song Sancheng understood as well.

Zhou Maozhu: …

Zhou Maozhu was dumbfounded.

He was in his forties or fifties this year, but he had never heard of local tea being sold for 10,000 yuan a pound! Not even to mention ten thousand, he couldn’t even find a scenario where they sold for a thousand!

He was indeed honest, and now, not only did he not have any sly thoughts, but his heart also shuddered:

“Rest assured, I won’t tell anyone!”

“About those three pounds of tea leaves…” he said with a mournful face, “maybe I shouldn’t take them… I never thought they would be so expensive…”

“No way.”

Song Sancheng rejected the idea outright, “We had an agreement from the start. Besides, even if you don’t drink it, is it easy for your child to strive out there? With these tea leaves to pave the way, at least things will go a bit smoother, and as you use them…”

He then hurriedly asked, “Wu Lan, are they packed yet?”

Wu Lan was inside the house, and at this moment she hastily responded, “Right away!”

Hearing what Song Sancheng said, Zhou Maozhu’s trembling heart finally eased a little.

But he still felt embarrassed, “You see, I didn’t know the tea was so expensive before, you offered it and I shamelessly accepted…”

Song Sancheng thought to himself, he didn’t know his daughter was so capable before either.

But at this moment, he showed a stance of taking charge of the household:

“We had an agreement, don’t keep thinking about the price.”

After pondering, he still gave a reminder, “Don’t give it all to the child, keep some for yourself to drink.”

“This batch of summer tea, just brew a cup with two or three stalks, the flavor, including both leaves and buds, is really good.”

It seems he was experienced with being frugal.

Their home had switched to frying summer tea since the May Day holiday.

Summer tea is heavier; a person could pick more than ten pounds a day!

Zhou Maozhu then asked, “Is the summer tea also priced the same?”

It was also without sifting, no grading, just picking out the old and yellow leaves, and the rest was fried in one pot as is.

Zhou Maozhu now thought that this didn’t seem like a proper way to sell tea.

But Song Sancheng nodded confidently, “Yes. The summer tea has an even stronger flavor, the aftertaste is not worse than the spring tea, it’s just a bit more bitter when it first hits the tongue, some tea lovers actually prefer this kind, so the price is the same.”

…

Zhou Maozhu, carrying three bags of tea leaves, staggered back home.

Once home, he first put the tea leaves on the table in the main room, but then felt the post-rain air was damp and turned to bring them into the bedroom.

But isn’t the bedroom just as damp?

His wife watched as he went round and round the room, and couldn’t help muttering to him, “You’re going to send it off to town for the courier to take away tomorrow, so why bother moving it around?”

Then she turned and asked, “Right, doesn’t the Song family often have a courier come by? Why don’t you ask our son to wait another day? I see they come every two or three days; if we wait, we can save a trip to town.”

No way!

Such expensive tea leaves, Zhou Maozhu thought shakily, he didn’t want to delay a single day!

If it wasn’t for the fact that he couldn’t send the shipment tonight, he would be heading to town right now.

But he ultimately swallowed his words.

Now, faced with his wife’s puzzled look, he hemmed and hawed, “You wouldn’t understand, Song Sancheng’s tea sells for a lot.”

His wife didn’t take it seriously: “Just smell the tea fragrance in our yard, isn’t it pleasant? It lifts your spirits to do anything during the day.”

“I’m just like the young folks; his tea is so good, it’s only right that it’s expensive.”

“But…”

Zhou Maozhu’s face was almost bursting with red: “It’s different, it’s really expensive.”

He tried to hint at something to his wife, but she turned around and asked him, “Did he promise to give you a few more pounds of tea?”

“No,” Zhou Maozhu quickly shook his head.

“Is he going to give you a raise?”

“No. With the salary we have, what more do you want? Why are you so greedy?”

His wife rolled her eyes: “There you have it! No raise and no extra tea for you, you’re just a worker, why do you care so much? It’s none of our business if they sell a pound of tea for a tael of gold.”

“Besides, if you were to sell it, how much could you get for a pound anyway? At least Tantan is working in the provincial capital, the young people nowadays have such business savvy when they come back home, they have the channels.”

“There are customers willing to pay a lot for it. Can you find any?”

Zhou Maozhu: …

He really couldn’t find any.

He struggled for a while: “Isn’t it that I’m thinking about buying a few more pounds for our son to give as gifts? It’s too expensive, we can’t afford it.”

But his wife scoffed: “What gifts? What kind of gifts? He can give once or twice, but can he keep giving for a lifetime?”

“The two pounds of fragrant tea leaves before, all sent to him, I told him not to give them away casually, but in the blink of an eye, he gave them away.”

“Now he wants more; how much money would he spend on gifts in a year? Tea in spring, liquor in summer, cigarettes in autumn, meat in winter–how could he afford it?”

Zhou Maozhu also fell silent.

Now that he thought about it, these tea leaves worth 10,000 yuan, his son would say give them away just like that, others would want to, and he’d promise ten-plus pounds without a second thought–where would the money come from?

His wife continued to grumble: “Nope, giving gifts shouldn’t be extravagant unless it’s absolutely necessary; one must be low-key normally!”

“If you give so much at the wave of a hand, won’t you be drained when it’s really time to take care of something?”

With this in mind, Zhou Maozhu looked again at the three boxes of tea leaves and decisively said, “Then this time, I, I will only send him two boxes and keep one box for us to drink!”

His wife talked tough, but now hesitated, “Are two boxes enough?”

“It doesn’t matter whether it’s enough or not,” Zhou Maozhu declared firmly.

“Weren’t you suffering from menopause and having trouble sleeping at the beginning of the year? Ever since I started frying tea leaves, you’ve been sprite during the day and sleep soundly at night!”

“Look at how much better you’ve been looking lately; at our age, we can’t afford to get sick. Drinking some tea leaves is better than anything else.”

With that said, the long-married couple felt reassured in their hearts, and after some more thought:

“Alright, those health products out there are much more expensive! Drinking a bit of tea, especially when it’s from Lao Song’s family and doesn’t cost a thing.”