Songwu County's county head, Qi Dongsheng, who had yet to be promoted, was grinning from ear to ear. He immediately found someone to plan the event and got someone to be in charge of security. He couldn't help but be happy. This Frost Bamboo Tea Meet was not just a tea festival.
The main point was that a wealthy Southeast Asian businessman and One Finger Village had jointly invested in a tea factory. The first batch of funds exceeded a hundred million!
To the remote Songwu County, this was definitely a windfall!
To Qi Dongsheng, it was also a huge merit. It was the best gift he could give before his promotion.
In short, Songwu County was very lively … It even felt like it was the new year.
However, there was one place that was in no way inferior to Songwu County. It was One Finger Monastery!
"Master, there are many people outside asking for tea. They have been blocking the entrance for a few days. They come early every day … "Monkey said softly.
Fangzheng waved his hand and said, "Let whoever caused the trouble resolve it. I'm very busy now. Don't disturb my train of thought … "
Monkey said, "Patron Wang has no other choice now. Ever since the growth of Frost Bamboo was restricted on our mountain, the number of Frost Bamboo is limited. Furthermore, it's winter, so the Frost Bamboo's sprouts are very slow. There's not enough for so many people. "
When Fangzheng heard that, he put down the knife in his hand and looked up. "Why must This Penniless Monk give it to them when they come to ask?"
Monkey was stunned …
Fangzheng said, "There's no free lunch in this world. If there is, there must be a trap. This Penniless Monk encourages everyone to do good deeds, but giving something unrelated isn't good, but disaster. Look at the entrance. There are so many people. If you give out a portion, it will give them more hope. They will wait even longer. There will be more and more people coming … "
Monkey was speechless. He had never considered this problem. He only felt that there were so many people at the entrance, and many of them were elderly. In a world of ice and snow, they looked rather pitiful. That was why he came to Fangzheng.
Fangzheng said, "Jingzhen, you don't have to be vexed over this matter. Just as I said, let whoever caused the trouble resolve it. There's no need for you to worry about the trouble caused by others. "
Monkey scratched his head and said, "I'm just afraid that everyone will say bad things about Master."
Fangzheng laughed. "This Penniless Monk's good or bad will be judged by the world and history. Even a Saint might not be able to tell the difference, much less a few people. Alright, other people's opinions aren't that important. What's important is this place. "
Fangzheng pointed to his heart.
Monkey was enlightened. He put his palms together and said, "Master, I understand. I'll go right away."
At the same time, there was a group of people blocking One Finger Monastery's entrance. However, there was a passageway in the middle that was reserved for devotees to offer incense.
"Master, that monkey has been in there for so long. Why hasn't it come out yet? We've been here for two days, but we haven't even had a sip of hot water, much less a sip of Frost Bamboo tea. " The man who was watching the advertisement squatted for a while and stood up again. He stamped his cold feet and complained, "Master, why don't we just follow the local …"
The old man was also very cold. He was hugging a hand warmer. When he heard what the young man said, his old face sank. He interrupted him and said, "How can asking for things from others be accurate? What are you looking for? So many people are waiting, why are you so impatient? "
The man said bitterly, "But … how long do we have to wait? Moreover, there's only so much of it. Even if we split it equally, we wouldn't be able to get much. "
The old man said, "If you get it, it's fate. If you don't get it, it's fate that hasn't arrived. What's the rush? Have you forgotten what I taught you? "
When the man saw that the old man was a little angry, he immediately became obedient. He didn't dare say a word as he rubbed his hands and jumped.
Beside the two of them sat a woman. She was dressed very thickly and there was a small brazier in front of her. Behind her was a bag of charcoal. Clearly, she had come prepared.
When the woman heard their conversation, she chuckled and said, "I'm impressed by the two of you. You came up the mountain on such a cold day. Why didn't you prepare anything to warm yourself?"
The old man said with a bitter smile, "I thought I would be able to ask for it once I came. I never expected … Sigh …"
The woman pursed her lips and said with a smile, "You came here without finishing the advertisement, right?"
The old man subconsciously nodded.
The woman pointed at the group of people at the back and said with a smile, "That's true. They came quite early. However, a northwest wind froze them down the mountain. By the time they were ready, they were already at the back. You guys sure are interesting. You didn't even finish watching the advertisement before coming here … "
The old man said with a bitter smile, "I never expected this tea to be so precious. We only produce one to two kilograms a year. This is even more precious than Da Hong Pao … "
The woman said wistfully, "It's indeed precious. Otherwise, who would be squatting here on such a cold day? What's your surname? "
The old man said, "My surname is Tang …"
Before the old man could say a word, he heard a joyful laugh from afar. "Aiyah, Old Merchant, you're here too?"
Everyone looked over and saw a plump middle-aged man come over with a beaming smile. He greeted another middle-aged man.
The other middle-aged man was balding. He had also come prepared. With someone beside him carrying charcoal, it was much more comfortable.
When he saw the plump middle-aged man come over, he stood up and said, "So it's Boss Qian. Boss Qian has always been a busy person. Why do you have the time to come up the mountain to enjoy the cold wind today?"
"Haha, it's all because of One Finger Monastery. Of all the things they could do, they had to make tea. The advertisements are all over the place. Let me see what they're up to. "When Boss Qian said that, his tone was clearly not good.
When the woman sitting beside Elder Tang saw Boss Qian, she immediately frowned and cursed softly, "I didn't check the almanac when I went out. I actually encountered this darn dog!"
Elder Tang said in surprise, "You know him?"
The woman nodded and introduced herself. "My name is Song Ming. My father likes history. My eldest brother's name is Song Yuan. I'm the second eldest. My name is Song Ming."
Elder Tang smiled and said, "Then if you had a younger brother, wouldn't you have to give him to Song Qing?"
Song Ming shrugged and said, "In fact, that's the case."
Elder Tang immediately laughed. The man beside him laughed as well. At the same time, he introduced himself. "Hello, Sister Song Ming. My name is Tang Chen. This is my grandfather, Tang …"
Elder Tang said, "Muddle Tang."
Song Ming said in surprise, "Elder Tang, your name …"
Muddle Tang smiled and said, "It's rare to be muddle-headed in life. That's why I'll call you Muddle Tang. "
Song Ming pursed her lips and smiled. "You old people are really …"
Tang Chen said, "Sister Song, tell me about that Boss Qian. Why did you scold him? Do you have a grudge? "
Song Ming shook her head and said, "Not really. I just can't stand his style."
Tang Chen said, "What do you mean?"
Song Ming said, "Elder Tang, do you know how Chinese tea was squeezed out of the European high-end market?"
Elder Tang nodded slightly, but Tang Chen asked in confusion, "Why? Sister Song, tell me. "
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