My wife is Wu Zetian

Chapter 82 Tea Picking
Li Yanran is depressed, you Cheng San fool dare to say me?

What's wrong with me lying in bed?
Did you never stay in bed when you were a child?
At least I came here on my own, unlike you, I should have been tricked here.

"Didn't Brother Li ask us to come? He said he was going to visit the tea garden outside the city?"

Cheng Chubi was stunned, seeing Li Yanran's attitude as if he didn't know that he was coming, it was interesting.

The eyes of the three of Li Siwen were shining, especially Cheng Chubi and Yu Chihuan, their eyes were staring like little lanterns, flickering and flickering in a frightening way.

"Brother Li, didn't you say that we go to the tea garden to pick tea, and then show us the real tea tasting?"

Sensing the malice from the three of them, Changsun Yan hurriedly winked at Li Yanran.

Yinshi, this is Yinshi, if the three of them knew that he had lied to them, what would happen to them?

"Let's go, don't waste time, tea picking is important."

Li Yanran gave Changsun Yan a blank look, you are a troublemaker.

For such a grown-up man, he doesn't do business all day long and asks me to wipe your ass all the time. He's really drunk.

Changsun Yan didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly limped into his donkey cart with a cane, then Zhao Wu took the reins and led the way to the tea garden not far away.

Facing the bright moon and stepping on the morning dew, a group of people finally came to the tea garden not far outside the city.

Looking up at the dwarf mountain in front of her, Li Yanran was also a little happy.

She remembered the outings in her previous life. Accompanied by Lin Feiyueming, going up the mountain into the forest was a great fun in life.

"Go out and go up the mountain to pick tea."

Li Yanran waved his horsewhip, signaling to go up the mountain.

"This, I won't accompany you."

Changsun Yan looked embarrassed, his body is really not suitable to accompany you across mountains and mountains.

People with disabilities are naturally treated differently.

"You just rest, let's go."

Li Yanran glanced at Changsun Yan who was on crutches, his body was really not suitable.

"Well, I have arranged for the artisans in the tea garden to accompany you up the mountain to pick tea."

"Go."

The lights in the tea garden were brightly lit, each craftsman carried a basket on his back and held a moon sickle, protecting Li Yanran and the others and began to walk towards the tea mountain.

A group of people went up the mountain one by one, and Li Yanran realized that she had overestimated herself.

Although the tea mountain is not high, it is indeed difficult with her current body.

Li Feng saw Li Yanran's embarrassment, and knelt down in front of Li Yanran.

"Young master, sit on my bamboo basket."

Glancing at Li Feng, Li Yanran didn't hesitate, grabbed the small pannier and jumped into Li Feng's pannier.

After walking for a while, they finally reached the height of the tea mountain.

When the destination arrived, the artisans of the tea garden immediately waved the moon sickle and began to harvest the tea trees on the mountain.

Li Yanran jumped off the basket, seeing the craftsmen working like this, she couldn't help being stunned.

Shouldn't tea picking be picking bud tips by hand?
What are these people doing?
Cut leeks?
"All stop."

Li Yanran felt depressed for a while, and hurriedly shouted to stop.

A group of craftsmen looked at Li Yanran, wondering what she wanted to do.

"Put down the sickle for me. When I take tea, I only take the tea buds at the tip of the tea. Don't use those rough leaves. Pick them for me with your hands."

Hearing Li Yanran's words, everyone was dumbfounded.

They have been picking tea for so long, and this is the first time they have heard that only the tip of the bud is picked, and they still use their hands.

"My lord, the tea here is not of top grade, so it doesn't need to be so expensive. Besides, you can get some tea by picking the bud tips with your hands." An old craftsman glanced at Li Yanran, and saluted him.

He is a tea craftsman transferred from the south by Changsun Wuji. As Li Yanran said, there is indeed such a craft in his place, but it is only used for picking high-quality tea.

The tea from this tea garden is really not worth it.

"It seems that you can do it? I can do whatever Brother Li says."

Cheng Chubi is not happy anymore, you, a tea picking craftsman, dare to point fingers at Brother Li, do you know how many catties you have?
"This, this, the servant obeys."

Looking at Cheng Chubi, who was staring at his eyes, and Yuchihuan beside him, the old tea craftsman was also taken aback.

What kind of master is this? I just made a suggestion, so I just blow my beard and stare.

Forget it, you guys are amazing, just do what you like.

The old tea craftsman waved his hand, and the tea craftsmen around hung the moon sickle on their waists depressedly, and started picking tea by hand according to Li Yanran's instructions.

Li Yanran also carried her small bamboo house on her back, picked up the bud tea in a similar manner.

As time went by, a round of red sun rose slowly, and the steaming mist filled the tea mountain.

Don't look down on the tea mountain, but as the sun rises, it is a bit hot, and looking at the bud tea in her small basket, she is also a little drunk.

After working as a tea picker for half a day, she was a little drunk after making such a little bud tea.

"Quit."

Yu Chihuan sat directly on the ground, after picking tea for so long, his harvest was only a little.

This is much more tiring than him wielding knives and guns, the key is that it hasn't worked yet.

"I don't do it anymore."

Cheng Chubi imitated the example and sat down, this work is really not done by humans.

Wouldn't it be nice if he had time to exercise his strength?
"We're really not suited for this."

Li Siwen was also discouraged, the so-called specialization in the art industry, it's okay to let him charge into the battle, let's forget about tea picking.

Of all the people, Li Feng was the only one who could bear it, and his basket was already half full of tea buds. He gave the three of them a look, and continued to throw the tea buds he picked into the basket.

"Young masters, if you can't bear it, you can go down the mountain first, we have almost picked here."

The old tea craftsman came to the side of the young masters, a faint smile flashed in his eyes.

It seems to be saying that you may be better than others, but picking tea, forget it.

"Let's go, gather all the tea buds in their baskets, and let's go down the mountain."

Leaving professional matters to professional people is the business truth that Li Yanran has always believed in.

They can't do anything here except being tired, so instead of wasting their time here, they might as well go down the mountain, the tea is enough to cook a pot by themselves.

"Okay, let's go down the mountain."

Cheng Chubi stood up with a grunt, and when he mentioned going down the mountain, he must have gained strength.

"Let's go."

A group of people filled the baskets, bid farewell to the tea craftsmen who were still picking tea, and rushed to the tea garden along the winding path.

"???"

After the few people descended the mountain, they were all dumbfounded at the scene before them.

I saw Changsun Yan lying on the bamboo bed with his eyes closed, a watermelon was placed on the tea table next to him, and Zhao Wu was holding a cattail fan to help him cool off.

"Young master grandson, it's so pleasant."

Li Yanran sneered, we are braving the sun on the mountain to pick tea, you are eating fruits and fanning yourself, are you looking for some dancers to dance for you?

"Is that natural?"

As soon as Changsun Yan agreed, he felt something was wrong. When he opened his eyes, he saw a few people surrounding him, their faces full of coldness.

"Hehe, I've already prepared cold melon, just in time, everyone has worked hard, let's eat together."

Changsun Yan shivered, got up quickly, and pushed the watermelon out.

"After all, the eldest grandson will enjoy it, unlike us, who are coolies."

Li Yanran twisted her buttocks, grabbed a piece of watermelon and sat on the bamboo bed.

"Get off."

Cheng Chubi was also depressed, so he pulled Changsun Yanpao away, grabbed the watermelon and sat next to Li Yanran.

Changsun Yan stood beside him in embarrassment, watching a few people wipe out the watermelon he had prepared, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

I haven't eaten the watermelon I prepared yet, but you should save a piece for me.

"happy."

Although the current watermelon is not as sweet as the later generations, it is enough to quench thirst.

"Son."

Li Feng took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over.

Li Yanran wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and asked Changsun Yan, "Is there a big iron pot here?"

"Big iron pot?"

(End of this chapter)