When Han Shouyi saw the tea cakes sent by Gu Qingzhu, the cords were clear, and the surface was dark purple and shiny, he couldn't help but be surprised, he had been a shopkeeper for many years, and he had seen good tea, and he had tasted good tea, countless of them, such a perfect one, but it was rare.

Especially this kind of tea cake is made for the first time by a teenage girl, it is even rarer, Han Shouyi is old, although he is not obvious on his face, but he secretly praises in his heart, this girl is not only smart and smart, she can understand a little, but also very able to endure hardships and have the strength to admit defeat.

Her tea leaves are good, the tea cakes are impeccable, and the price given by Han Shouyi is naturally high, and then, Gu Qingzhu made summer tea and autumn tea one after another, although the purchase price is not as good as spring tea, but it is better than the quantity, so there is a good income.

The villagers soon found that Gu Qingzhu carried out the tea cakes, carried back the grain, and sent Qingsong to study, seeing that her method worked, and she was bold, and she also followed the study, but in the end she was a step late, and missed the last season of the tea market, and the tea trees after the cold dew should not be picked too much, so this year, no one Gu Qingzhu earned much.

This year, Gu Qingzhu had already calculated that if she wanted to earn her brother's school, most of them had to rely on spring tea, because although summer tea and autumn tea were picked more, the price was not as good as spring tea, she always remembered Mu Mingcheng's words, that is, early, early tea, early tea, early tea, early tea.

Gu Qingzhu, who was full of hope, cleaned the tea-making tools by the mountain spring stream next to the tea garden, put them to dry in the sun, cleaned the shack inside and out, and moved the tea branches and mulberry strips pruned in winter to dry.

Gu Qingzhu is busy every day to make various preparations for the spring tea market, inadvertently, the wicker is dyed with delicate tender green, the wild peach blossoms have a bright bud, and the green vegetables in the field have sprouted overnight.

Spring is quietly coming, and in the silence, little by little, the monotonous gray and white will change into her unique new color.

Suddenly, there was a thunder in the middle of the night, and it rained heavily in an instant, Gu Qingzhu was awakened by the sound of wind and rain, sat up, counted the days, and suddenly found that it would be a shock in two days.

The night rain came and went quickly, and the sun jumped up the col very early on the second day, the sun was shining, Gu Qingzhu boiled the bud grain porridge, heated the remaining dough cake from last night, and after eating a bowl of dried salted radish, he carried a hoe and went out with a bamboo basket on his back.

The ground is still damp, and the rain on the tea trees has been collected by the warm daylight, and the buds that have been moistened overnight have finally broken through the wall and poked out a little tender tips.

Gu Qingzhu's tea garden is located on the sunny slope in the south, the sun just came out in the morning, the whole tea garden is bathed in the golden morning light, in addition to the rain, dew, frost and snow that God appreciates, Gu Shitong also deliberately led a spring water from the mountain around the tea garden.

Gu Qingzhu has devoted herself to the tea garden over the years, not only the tea trees are served well, but also the ditch of the mountain spring water, which she has to clean up every winter when the farm is slack, which has two benefits, one is to keep the water clean, and the other is that the rotten branches and leaves at the bottom of the water can be used as fertilizer for tea trees.

The sun is abundant, the rain is abundant, the people are diligent and fat, the tea trees of Gu Qingzhu's family occupy the right time and place, and they have always budded three or five days earlier than the others, if according to today's situation, the weather continues to be fine, or a few days, it is time to prepare to pick tea and make tea.

The buds in the mulberry garden are bulging and swollen, looking gratifying, Gu Qingzhu went to the bamboo garden again, since the last time he caught Gu Erni and taught him a lesson, the second aunt's house seems to have stopped a lot, and there is no shortage of bamboo shoots in the bamboo garden.

How did Gu Qingzhu know that the Zhu family was frightened by the flickering light of their bamboo shoots that day, and then slept in the stove for a night, caught a cold, and fell seriously ill, and chattered all day long that it was the Wang family who was coming to ask for his life, and when the Wu family asked Gu Qingzhu for February rations, she didn't dare to make trouble, and after she recovered from her illness, she didn't dare to enter the bamboo garden alone in the middle of the night.

Last night's thunderstorm prompted, impatient spring bamboo shoots, has poked out the black hairy head, these bamboo shoots at the right time are to grow into big bamboo, Gu Qingzhu according to the bamboo forest growth density, cut down into the order of bamboo, to the weak and stay strong, to dig weak bamboo shoots, sick bamboo shoots, small bamboo shoots, crooked head bamboo shoots, these bamboo shoots can not become wood, but also infectious diseases and pests, it is better to take advantage of the fresh and tender pickled to make sour bamboo shoots, this is a year-round edible, versatile ingredients.

The last batch of bamboo shoots in the bamboo garden has to wait for the Qingming Festival, the bamboo shoots that are sent at that time are not big, they can not be kept, the fresh taste is relatively old, and the bamboo shoots can only be dried and left, and the roast meat is kept to increase the freshness.

It rained last night, the ground was sticky ~ wet, the mud was always sticking to the hoe, Gu Qingzhu was digging very hard, but the bamboo shoots that came up couldn't wait, the most important thing was to see the wind long, and it could be raised every other night, big was big, but it was far from being fresh and tender when it first appeared.

Gu Qingzhu dug up half a basket of spring bamboo shoots and sent them to Zheng Zhaodi, she has no mountains, forests and fields at home, she only grows some vegetables in front of the house and behind the house, and most of the time she has to dig wild vegetables to make up for it, for this reason, Gu Qingzhu always has a lot of vegetables, and always thinks about giving her some.

Zheng Zhaodi collected the bamboo shoots, she was grateful, and insisted on following to help, looking at the hairy bamboo shoots in the garden, she couldn't do it for a while, she just felt that all of them were good, Gu Qingzhu knew that she was kind-hearted, so she only asked her to pick up bamboo shoots, and the two of them worked for more than an hour before they dug up all the bamboo shoots that Gu Qingzhu thought were not good, and piled up a basket.

"Qingzhu, do you want to sell this?" Zhao Di helped her carry the hoe and asked sideways.

"It's too little, I carry it out to sell, it's not worth the money, I gave some to the eldest girl's family to taste it, and the rest are pickled bamboo shoots." Gu Qingzhu straightened his back and said.

This year, the first bamboo shoots were stolen by the second aunt, and the winter bamboo shoots that Gu Qingzhu dug up that grew along with the bamboo whip should have to wait until this time, but at that time, waiting for money to buy grain, there was no way to dig it.

While the two were talking, they walked outside the fence of the eldest girl's house, and there seemed to be guests in her house, and there were noisy voices of men and women, and the tone was not good, and it didn't sound like someone from Gu Jiaao, it seemed to be from the town.

Gu Qingzhu was hesitating to go in, but when she saw Gu Daya going out to pour water, she hurriedly beckoned to her.

Gu Daya looked back at home, stretched out her hand to wipe her face, and walked over slowly.

"I'll send you some bamboo shoots, what's wrong with you? What are you crying about? Gu Qingzhu looked at Gu Daya who was approaching, saw that her eyelids were slightly red and swollen, and asked with concern.

"Qingzhu, I'll go to your house to get it later, okay?" As soon as Gu Daya spoke, her voice was mixed with a thick nasal voice.

Gu Qingzhu glanced at Zheng Zhaodi, who was also looking at her, Gu Daya has always been straightforward and fast-talking, and there are not many times when she is so aggrieved.

"What the hell is going on?" Gu Qingzhu frowned and looked at the hidden door.

"My brother ......" Gu Daya bit her lip and stopped talking.

At this time, the door suddenly opened, and a chubby woman came out in the lead, she was wearing a silk jacket skirt embroidered with pink embroidered branches, a big red and bright velvet flower on the sideburns, and several layers of fat powder on her face, white face and bloody lips, at first glance, a little crazy.

She was followed by a short old man, lean as wood, with a navy blue cotton robe that seemed to have been worn for a winter, with a few oil stains on the placket and shiny cuffs.

"Seeing that it's almost time to eat, Aunt Hua might as well stay at home and eat." The eldest girl's mother, Sun, accompanied the smiling face, and followed behind.

"Forget it, forget it, it didn't work out, what face do I have to stay for dinner!" The fat woman Hua waved her hand impatiently, and her feet did not stop.

"Stay, stay." The old man in the back turned around and bowed down, blocking Sun in the door.

Hua Shi walked to the gate of the courtyard and saw Gu Qingzhu with a tall posture, his eyes lit up for a moment, and then his eyelids drooped slightly, and he caught a glimpse of the dirt and bamboo leaf chips stuck to the corners of her skirt and the tips of her shoes, and immediately withdrew her gaze and walked away with contempt.

The old man walked behind Hua's body, and when he saw her stop, he also raised his cloudy gaze blankly, and swept around Gu Qingzhu's face, without sadness or joy, his expression did not move for half a minute, until Hua's walked forward, he lowered his head and slowly followed Hua's footsteps.

The fat woman's gaze was like a sharp knife, Gu Qingzhu didn't recognize her, but she was still dressed like this at a very old age, in Gu Qingzhu's cognition, except for the matchmaker who protected the media and pulled the fiber, there seemed to be no one else.

"Let's go first, you come and get the bamboo shoots after noon." Gu Qingzhu said in a low voice.

Seeing that the matchmaker didn't even eat lunch, it didn't seem to be a good thing, Gu Shifu was the village head, and the Sun family had a good face, so they would inevitably feel uncomfortable when they went in at this time.

"Okay." Gu Daya answered and hurriedly returned home.

There was a faint sound of Sun's crying in the room, as well as Gu Shifu's muffled voice.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, Gu Qingzhu sighed, and Zheng Zhaodi went home separately.

After lunch, Gu Qingzhu peeled bamboo shoots under the loquat tree in the courtyard, and a few hens surrounded her to peck at the tender bamboo shoots.

Gu Qingying ran around, busy spreading the bamboo shoot shells in the courtyard to dry, and the dried bamboo shoot skin would be as thin as paper, which was a good match.

Gu Qingzhu saw that Gu Daya didn't come for a long time, so he had to pick up a dozen big bamboo shoots to keep, and the others were taken to the river to be washed, broken longitudinally, cut into long strips one finger thick, and salted for more than half an hour.

The pickled vegetable jar had already been washed, Gu Qingzhu neatly stacked the slightly soft bamboo shoots in the jar, and then fully mixed the mountain spring water and salt, poured it into the jar, submerged the bamboo shoots, and poured a circle of water on the lid to seal it.

Gu Qingzhu moved the jar to a shady place, so that it could be eaten quietly for a month.

"Green bamboo." Gu Daya called at the gate of the courtyard.

"Come and get the bamboo shoots, it's too late and you'll be old." Gu Qingzhu wiped his hands and pointed to a pile of bamboo shoots under the tree.

"I can't finish eating the cabbage at home, so you can pinch some with me and eat them." Gu Daya, who had a red nose and red eyes, stood still and didn't move, but wanted to call Qingzhu out.