[Recycling owner's ordinary Mingqian Longjing two pounds nine ounces three tenths, system disassembling, disassembly complete; system selecting and optimizing molecules, selection and optimization complete; rebuilding in process, rebuilding complete; congratulations, owner has obtained one kilogram of top-grade Longjing from eighteen tea trees of the Imperial Tea Garden!]
With the system prompt, the tea bucket in Lin Yi's hand felt obviously light, only to become heavy again in the next moment.
When Lin Yi looked at the inside of the bucket once more, he found that the originally full can of tea now only had a bit more than half left.
"Uh, three pounds of tea turned into two pounds?? System, isn't all this tea just tea? Why did it decrease?"
[The system disassembly and reconstruction will remove unnecessary impurities and supplement lacking molecules. One kilogram of top-grade Imperial Garden Longjing is the system-replenished product. If relying solely on the owner's provided tea, you'd only get five ounces one tenth at most.]
Haha, listening to the system, it seems I've actually profited.
But on second thought, it's understandable, just like the first time when two special cold pills were reconstructed, the whole batch only yielded two. After all, the essence is always concentrated.
Lin Yi put the tea bucket back on the desk and then reached for his phone to start searching online.
In his impression, he seemed to have heard about the value of this Imperial Garden Longjing before, but he didn't know how valuable it was exactly.
As Lin Yi typed Imperial Qian Longjing into the search engine, a flood of information appeared. Clicking on one randomly, Lin Yi couldn't help but shake his head, "Damn, wasting a decomposition and reconstruction opportunity for just a hundred thousand dollars."
User then saw on the screen, 'In 2020, the price of good-quality Mingqian Longjing tea was around 50,000 yuan per pound.'
Shaking his head helplessly, he closed that tab and clicked the next one. But the helpless look on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by astonishment:
"Holy shit, it's not a hundred thousand?"
It turns out this piece of information was much more comprehensive than the previous one:
'In 2020, the price of good-quality Mingqian Longjing tea was around 50,000 yuan per pound. This refers to Longjing outside of the eighteen trees. But the most expensive is the top-grade Imperial Qian Longjing produced from those eighteen trees within the Imperial Garden!
The eighteen trees harvest an average of 400 buds each, totaling 7,200 buds for all eighteen, producing about two ounces of tea per year! Therefore, authentic Imperial Qian Longjing is priceless with no market.
Moreover, in 2014, to preserve, Huaxia has forbidden picking from those eighteen trees, further inflating the market price of Imperial Qian Longjing to staggering heights.
According to reliable sources, in 2018, Poly Auction House in the Capital City auctioned one ounce of Imperial Qian Longjing for 2.7 million yuan! Since then, there's been no auction news of Imperial Qian Longjing.'
Upon seeing this, Lin Yi was utterly flabbergasted.
Good lord, just by the price from that 2018 auction alone, one ounce equals 2.7 million, so one kilogram would be 54 million!!!
Thinking of this, when Lin Yi looked at the iron tea bucket in front of him, his eyes sparkled with stars.
Good lord, fifty-four million! This time I really hit the jackpot!
He grabbed a handful of tea leaves to observe under the room light but couldn't tell what was so special about it after a while.
Casually, he threw a few pieces into his mouth, which were worth at least a few thousand yuan.
As soon as the tea leaves entered his mouth, a wave of bitterness hit him.
"Ptooey ptooey, this is too bitter."
Spitting the tea leaves into the trash bin, Lin Yi threw all the leaves back into the tea bucket without further inquiry.
Honestly, to Lin Yi, this stuff was no different from the 400 yuan-a-tub tea his dad bought before.
If there was any difference, it might be the aftertaste lingering in the mouth after spitting out the tea leaves.
If a tea enthusiast saw this scene, they might rush over to give Lin Yi a good beating. This was simply wasting heavenly materials!
...
The next morning, Lin Yi was still asleep when Father Lin came in with a cardboard box.
However, seeing his son sleeping soundly, he didn't wake Lin Yi but shook his head with a smile and went to the son's desk to collect the porcelain shards to take to work.
As he stood in front of the desk, Father Lin suddenly froze, muttering to himself:
"What is this situation? Did that stinky boy split this himself? Huh? There's a note left? Fragments of a small bowl with sprig design burnt at Jingdezhen in 2018?? Hehe, this stinky boy, just likes to play tricks."
Putting the note down casually, Father Lin shook his head with a smile and began packing the porcelain pieces into the box.
As for the note's content, Father Lin didn't take it seriously, thinking Lin Yi was just scribbling nonsense. After all, even the top experts couldn't pinpoint the production year from a single shard.
Perhaps it was because he went to bed too late last night, but Father Lin's movements didn't wake Lin Yi.
Having packed the porcelain pieces, he noticed he left the tea bucket behind and took it out with him.
As he left his son's bedroom, Empress Dowager Ye came out of the kitchen with a spatula:
"That stinky boy is still sleeping? Oh by the way Lao Lin, didn't you buy a tub of tea yesterday? Where is it? I thought of making a pot of tea eggs."
Originally thinking his wife was cooking, Father Lin intended to rush the box to the basement electric bike, but unexpectedly, he ran into her directly.
He got a shock instantly, and upon hearing her ask for his tea, he didn't even think and handed it over right away.
If it was before, he'd be reluctant to let his wife use his expensive tea, costing a few hundred, for tea eggs. But it was different now.
If his wife saw him collaborating with his son on porcelain pieces, he might be in for days of trouble.
"Here, here. I brought it inside last night while chatting with my son. I just happened to bring it out. I'm also taking these old books he sorted to the basement."
Empress Dowager Ye gave her husband a sideways glance:
"That brat, throwing his books away when exams are just tomorrow? He's really something! Alright, give me the tea. After making it, take some to work."
After saying this, she grabbed the tea bucket from Father Lin and headed to the kitchen.
Not until Empress Dowager Ye's figure disappeared into the kitchen did Father Lin let out a long breath, not daring to linger, he quickly carried the box downstairs.
[To be continued....]
PS: Eighty thousand words, brothers, and we haven't even touched the edge of the ranking list, sob sob, brothers, give us some support!