Su Xiaoxue pouted unhappily. In the end, Song Ruiping did not give in.
Very quickly, her admission procedures were completed.
On the first day of school, her appearance caused a sensation on campus.
Many people inquired about the identity of this fairy-like girl who walked out of a painting. Some people found out about her identity through various channels, and then sighed helplessly.
Her background … Sigh!
It was like a natural barrier that blocked most people.
Of course, some people did not give up and hoped to create an inspirational legend.
Therefore, on the first day of school, Su Xiaoxue received more than one love letter.
The crazed pursuit seemed to be coming, but in the end, they received an extremely disappointing piece of news. She already had a man she liked.
Who was it? Who was it that could conquer such a person?!
They were guessing, but no one knew the answer.
"Chu Lian, how is Xiaoxue at school?" Song Ruiping was still worried about her daughter. After all, she had been out of society for two years. Although the interpersonal relationships at school were relatively simple, she was still worried. She arranged for people to keep an eye on her.
Her daughter was so dazzling. As a mother, how could she be at ease?
"Miss caused a sensation as soon as she entered the school," Chu Lian said. "She received a love letter on the first day."
"Yes."
"But Miss said she already had a man in her heart," Chu Lian said.
"Did she say it in public?"
"Kind of."
"Oh, my daughter. This is good," Song Ruiping said. "It saves a lot of trouble."
"Ma 'am, Miss is telling the truth."
"I know," Song Ruiping said. "Is it Wang Yao in the mountain village?"
"It's him."
Song Ruiping did not speak. She quietly looked at the sky outside.
In the mountain village, on Nanshan Hill …
Two rows of trees hugged each other.
There was another obstacle outside the spirit gathering battle array.
"How is it, San Xian?"
Woof!
Woof! San Xian barked twice. He seemed to have a sense of accomplishment. The wall of trees was built thanks to him.
"The task of watering these trees will be handed over to you."
Woof!
San Xian was duty-bound to bark twice, and then began to carry a bucket to water them.
Wang Yao returned to the herbal field.
Beside the hut, there were a few tea trees growing very well.
Some time ago, Wang Yao had forgotten about this matter. In fact, around the Qingming Festival was the best time to pick and make tea.
"Let's harvest a portion first."
Wang Yao had learned how to pick and make tea from Master Xu, so he knew some of the key points.
He moved things very quickly. In a short while, he had stepped on a bag of fresh tea leaves. Generally, one jin of dry tea leaves would be produced from four to five jin of fresh tea leaves. After a year of growth, the tea leaves seemed to have split into several strains and were growing very well.
The tea leaves were picked.
Wang Yao tried to make his own tea.
Heat up the pot.
The filming was complete.
Stir-frying.
He was not an expert. Strictly speaking, he was not even a novice. At most, he was a rookie. He only knew the process of making tea, but the specific key points and control required the accumulation of experience. Wang Yao gave it a try and decisively gave up. Then, he took the semi-finished product directly to Riverside Town and found Master Xu.
"Sorry to disturb you again."
"Hey, it's nothing," Xu Maosheng said.
His complexion was obviously much better than last year.
"To be honest, in my line of work, it's an honor to be able to stir-fry such tea leaves!" the old man said happily.
"Look, I just started stir-frying and felt that something was not right, so I stopped." Wang Yao took the tea leaves that had just been stir-fried not long ago.
"Let me see." Xu Maosheng took the tea leaves and looked carefully.
"It's not a big problem."
"Are you still so busy this year?"
"Not busy," the old man said. "The things in the tea garden have been left to the juniors. I just took some time to guide them. I'm very free now."
As they spoke, the old man's wife made the tea.
"Try it. This is the new tea this year."
The tea was light green. It was very beautiful and fragrant.
"Well, it's delicious."
"Okay, let's start stir-frying the tea."
"Okay, I'll learn from you again," Wang Yao said.
He made a fire, heated up the pot, and prepared to stir-fry the tea.
Xu Maosheng explained as he worked.
"Let me try."
Wang Yao tried from time to time.
"Does it also depend on the color?"
"Yes, it depends on the change of color and shape," Xu Maosheng said.
Now, he just took a look and reached out to grab the tea. He could tell the temperature of the tea with just one try.
"It's done."
In the morning, about half a kilogram of tea leaves had been made.
"Let's try it."
"Try it."
A cup of tea was soft and fragrant.
"Good tea!" Xu Maosheng praised.
"This is for you."
The half a kilogram of tea was divided into four boxes. Wang Yao left one box for the old man.
"Good, I like this tea!" the old man said with a smile.
"If you sell this tea, it's at least 5,000 yuan per kilogram."
"Drink it yourself," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"It's noon. Stay for lunch before you leave."
"No, I have something to do in the afternoon." Wang Yao declined the old man's kindness. It was almost 1 p.m. when he went back.
"Where did you go in the morning? A lot of people came to see you for treatment," Zhang Xiuying said.
"I went out to find someone to make some new tea. You and Dad can try it." Wang Yao left one box. His father liked to drink tea, but there was still a lot of tea left by his friends at home. He couldn't finish it all.
Last year's new tea had become old tea. It was a waste.
"Okay, your father likes to drink this. I don't dare to drink too much. I can't sleep at night," Zhang Xiuying said.
"Don't drink too much."
The tea had to be light, not strong.
After eating something, Wang Yao went to the clinic.
In the afternoon, some of the patients in the morning came again. Wang Yao was busy for the whole afternoon. He didn't see the last patient until it was dark.
When he returned home, he happened to meet Chen Ying and Chen Zhou, who were out for a walk after dinner.
"Hello, Sir."
"Are you out for a walk?"
"Yes, Sir. I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"What do you think of Zhou's illness?"
"There should be no problem," Wang Yao said.
"Then we are going to leave in two days."
"Okay."
"Sir, are there any vacant houses here now?"
"Ah, about this, I have already asked for you. Yes, there are," Sun Yunsheng said.
As soon as he heard Wang Yao ask about the old houses, Sun Yunsheng agreed. As long as Wang Yao needed a new house, he would have no objection.
"Okay."
Time passed quickly. It seemed to be a blink of an eye. It was already May 1st. The weather had become hot.
The residents in the mountain village began to move to the county town.
Originally, they didn't plan to be so anxious. After all, the new houses needed a certain amount of time after the renovation was completed to let the poisonous and harmful smell in the newly renovated houses spread out. However, in the past two days, someone in the mountain village had been infected with the terrible infection, which scared the villagers. Although they were out of danger because of the timely treatment, after all, there were still people who fell ill. Originally, they thought this matter had come to an end. However, when it was about to be peaceful, it suddenly came again. No one had a reason to live in fear like this.
Therefore, the first family moved out of the mountain village. After the first one, the second one followed. In less than a week, 20 families moved out of the mountain village. This number was not to be underestimated. The whole village instantly became a lot more deserted.
"Yao, why did the insects appear again?" Zhang Xiuying asked during dinner one day.
"I don't know. Maybe it is not insects but something else that is contagious."
"This made people panic, and they started to move out."
Wang Yao lowered his head to eat and didn't speak. In his opinion, it was good to move out.
There might be insects. He was not sure if they were extinct, so there would be danger. There would be a certain degree of danger if the villagers continued to live there. It was reasonable to choose to move out.
At night, the mountain village was quiet.
Wang Yao stood on Nanshan Hill and looked at the sky.
He was looking at the Qi.
The Qi on Xishan Hill.
I still can't see it!
He was not a Feng Shui master, so he couldn't see the so-called dead Qi. At the same time, he was curious about how they could see the Qi. Was it just a blind guess?
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