Yuan Ling and the others read that this old-fashioned courtyard courtyard in Zeng Zhi’s family is 1,000 square meters in area, and is one of the three oldest courtyard courtyards in the village.

According to family history, this house should have been built in the middle of the Kangxi period and was the third generation after the Zeng family moved here, which was Zeng Xingda, the third ancestor of Zeng Zhi and his group. It has been passed down to Zeng Zhi's generation for fifteen generations.

Originally, a few years ago, this ancestral house belonged to the Zeng Zhi family and the second uncle Zeng Zhi. However, last winter, Zeng Zhi's second uncle passed away. Zeng Zhi's two cousins, one of them, settled in the Western Xinjiang and the other in the ancient city, had no intention of returning to their hometown. Therefore, they sold all the ancestral houses that should belong to them to the Zeng Zhi family for a total price of 40,000 yuan. In this way, this ancestral house with a history of more than 300 years belonged to the Zeng Zhi family.

At that time, Zeng Zhi decided to buy the ancestral house where his second uncle belonged. Long Mingming had arguing with him once, and she thought this would delay Zeng Zhi's purchase of a house in the city.

Yuan Ling looked at Zeng Zhi and said, "Brother Zeng Zhi, your house is so big, why didn't you convert it into a farm inn? The business must be good."

Zeng Zhi smiled and said, "I don't have that energy. I was not at home before, and my parents are in poor health."

"Then you can do it now when you go home. I heard that the countryside is preparing to vigorously develop rural tourism. Your village is the entrance to the Nanwushan National Forest Park. There will definitely be many tourists at that time. Your old-fashioned courtyard wooden house will be converted into a characteristic farm inn, and the business will definitely be full." Yuan Ling said.

Zeng Zhi shook his head and said, "I don't have that plan. I'm too busy running my family farm and reservoir now. I don't have the energy to run any farm inn."

Yuan Ling said: "You can ask someone to help after building the inn. It would be a pity if your family is so good that it would not be able to make good use of it."

Zeng Zhi naturally knew the way to transform his home into an inn and hire someone to run it, but he still didn't have such an idea. This is his home, and he is a person who prefers purity. He doesn't want to make his home come and go to the crowd at any time. He said lightly: "Let's talk about these later. I'll make some tea for you, drink it, and I'll clean up the room."

The teas made by Zeng Zhi are all new teas that have just been picked this year, but these teas were watered by Zeng Zhi with the spiritual spring water from the Qinglian Secret Realm. Zeng Zhi's family has drunk it, which is very good. However, their family has no research on tea, especially Zeng Zhi's parents, who just think that this year's tea seems to be much better than before. As for what's good, they can't say. Zeng Zhi knows that this is because he watered it with the spiritual spring water from the Qinglian Secret Realm, which makes these teas contain spiritual energy.

It is also very simple to make tea in Zeng Zhi. He uses the ceramic teapot that he used to make tea at home, put some tea leaves in it, and then pour the boiled water in it. That's all.

This tea-making method is really uncommon. However, after pouring boiling water into the pot for dozens of seconds, the whole house emits a strange tea fragrance.

Zeng Zhi smelled this kind of tea fragrance a lot during this period, but he didn't care. However, Yuan Ling and the others were captured by such tea fragrance the moment the tea fragrance was emitted.

As soon as the smell was released, Dong Yue, who had been very quiet before, stared at the ceramic teapot in Zeng Zhi's hand with excitement and asked: "Brother Zeng Zhi, what kind of tea is this? Where did you get it?"

"The tea we grow ourselves is planted on the ridges of our family. My parents only picked it back a few days ago and it tasted pretty good." Zeng Zhi said indifferently.

Dong Yue asked in disbelief: "You didn't lie to me, are you? Is this really the tea you grow by your family? Or is it growing on the ridge?"

Zeng Zhi said with some confusion: "Why am I lying to you? I have a lot of this kind of tea. This year, I have fried about fifty kilograms."

Originally, the tea from Zeng Zhi’s family could not pick so many of them, at most thirty kilograms. However, after returning home in early April, the tea this year grew very well, so it was picked more. Zeng Zhi’s parents worked hard for half a month before picking the first crop and frying it for more than fifty kilograms. Then under Zeng Zhi’s irrigation, the second crop of tea also began to sprout, and it could be picked in a week. The parents also said that there were more tea this year, so should I send some to my elder sister’s restaurant?

Seeing Zeng Zhi’s serious matter, Dong Yue didn’t doubt it anymore. Instead, he poured half a cup of tea in a hurry. He took a few sips into his mouth, and shouted in surprise: “Good tea! It’s better than the best Biluochun I’ve ever drunk before! This is because your tea making technology is too poor, and your tea art is worse, otherwise the taste of this tea would be much better. It’s really a waste! By the way, Zeng Zhi, where is your tea tree? You must protect it well, this is a good treasure!”

Zeng Zhi was full of black lines. He was despised by this girl. He said embarrassedly: "It's not as mysterious as you said? This is a very ordinary camellia. Not to mention the many in the village, there are still three to five hundred acres."

Zeng Zhi's words were half true and half false. If it were the past, the tea from other families in the village would be no different from the tea from theirs. But now it is not the case. First, their tea was watered by him with the spiritual spring water from the Qinglian Secret Realm before picking it, and more than once; secondly, the water he made tea was not ordinary water, but the spiritual spring water from the Qinglian Secret Realm. Zeng Zhi knew very well that it was precisely these two reasons that their tea was particularly delicious.

Dong Yue didn't know the situation at all, believed it, and exclaimed: "Is this true? Are the tea in your entire village so delicious? Hundreds of acres of tea have such good quality?"

"Uh...it should be..." Zeng Zhi touched his nose. He didn't believe what he said, so he had to change the topic, "Let's not talk about these things for now. It's getting late. You drink tea first, I'll go to tidy up the room."

After saying that, Zeng Zhi fled from the living room.
Chapter completed!