Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 213 - 154 Half Old Immortal_3

Chapter 213: Chapter 154 Half Old Immortal_3

Qian Yeejin also had this in mind and simply nodded her head.

The old monk whispered to Qian Yixiu, "The tea leaves are best in their original flavor. If Little Benefactor harvests that tea again in the future, remember to bring some to me. I want fresh leaves; I’ll process them myself."

Qian Yixiu was utterly baffled. Was this an old child or an eccentric elder? Virtuous monks are supposed to have high morals and be content with simplicity, but he was clearly not the case. The old monk completely shattered her previous image of a virtuous monk.

She thought this way but still nodded in agreement. She did not know when she would be able to return to that Fairyland.

Huang Tie had already been waiting for them in front of the temple. The three of them and the monkey descended the mountain, boarded the ox cart, and hurried home. Despite the strong sunlight of late noon, Qian Yixiu did not feel tired at all; she was too anxious for Shopkeeper Cui’s arrival.

True enough, Shopkeeper Cui was still waiting at their home. Since it was a significant matter, Qian Sangui could not decide alone and had to wait for his granddaughter and grandson, who had better judgment, to discuss it. Moreover, it seemed Shopkeeper Cui did not plan to discuss this important matter with him alone either; they only chatted about trivial things.

Shopkeeper Cui had arrived in the morning and brought many gifts from the Capital City for their family.

At noon, Qian Sangui invited him to have lunch and wine.

After the siblings went in to greet him and sat down, Shopkeeper Cui smiled and took out a silver note, saying, "The fresh tea was a little over three pounds, and it made about seven taels of tea leaves. This is the silver note for purchasing the tea."

Qian Yixiu took the silver note to look at it, pretended to be surprised, and passed it to Qian Sangui. Qian Sangui saw it and his eyes bulged, saying, "Shopkeeper Cui, did you take the wrong one? How can seven taels of tea leaves be worth so much silver?"

The note was worth seven hundred taels of silver.

In Qian Yixiu’s view, the price was not high at all. The tea leaves grew in Cave Sky Pool within the Imaginary land of joy and plenty, drinking from the Immortal Spring and basking in the Immortal Wind. Calling it "Immortal Tea" was not an exaggeration. If it weren’t for her risking her life on the adventure, this kind of tea would never have reached this place. Even if the tea seedlings were brought back and replanted, the tea grown here in the earthly realm would be different from the original "Immortal Tea."

The Half Old Immortal really knew the goods.

But apart from the Half Old Immortal who might deduce a fraction of the "Immortal Tea’s" origins, these ordinary people could never imagine its rarity. The tea being sold for this price was already astronomical.

Shopkeeper Cui said, "Even our tea shop’s top-tier Wuxi Tea Peak, in processed form, is priced at eight hundred taels of silver per pound. And for this fresh tea, we’re already paying you a thousand taels of silver per pound. The tea is very peculiar; the fresh tea is emerald green in color, but once processed, the color turns golden amidst the green. When brewed, the leaves stretch out, thin and translucent like the wings of a moth, and the soup color is a brilliant golden yellow, with a fragrant, rich aroma and a sweet, fresh taste. Truly, it has it all: look, scent, and flavor. The Master and Mistress were so delighted they gave this sky-high price. Seven taels of tea, two taels were presented to the palace, one tael to Master Bei Kong, one tael as a token of respect to Master Duke and his wife, one tael to our patron, with two taels left—not even the Master and Mistress themselves are willing to drink it."

After finishing, Shopkeeper Cui could not help but chuckle. His achievements this time were too significant. The Mistress had not only rewarded him with a lot of silver, but also freed his eldest son’s family from servitude.

Qian Sangui said respectfully, "Thank you, your Master and Mistress. Such high-ranking officials are so fair to us commoners, without the slightest deceit."

Shopkeeper Cui laughed, "Our masters, young and old, male and female, all strictly follow Master Duke’s orders, never to compete with the commoners for profit. Of course, they wouldn’t deceive you. What is yours is yours, and what should be given to you will not be a penny short."

He stroked his beard and added, "The Master has given the tea a refined name, Golden Moth Tea. Regarding our cooperation, the Mistress also gave her instructions. She said that the seedlings do not seem to be Golden Moth Tea, but we choose to believe you. Tea trees are influenced by climate and environment; once the location changes, the grown tea might not have the same remarkable effects. If it resembles the original for seventy percent, that would be sufficient. Although you have provided these rare seedlings, we’re the ones who will provide the tea garden and the labor, and we have to wait four years for any profit, and it’s still uncertain how it will turn out, so the risk is significant. Therefore, the Mistress said, for the cultivation of Golden Moth Tea, our two families will share the profits with a ninety-ten split. Also, all the seedlings must be given to us, and you are not allowed to grow them for yourselves or sell them to others. How about it?"

What Shopkeeper Cui said sounded sweeter than a song; for such good seeds, only a ten percent share, and yet they claim not to compete with commoners for profit. However, this was already the best one could expect from the nobility in this authoritative society—they didn’t just seize the seedlings and annihilate them.

Ten percent it shall be, at least they had managed to curry favor with the Duke Mansion.