There is a cloud in the poem, "The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom", but there are no peach blossoms in full bloom on the mountain where Ma Ming stays, only the lush tea tree stump that has just been pinched over the buds. Since the uncle instructed Mingxin to guard the tea garden and go down the mountain by himself, more than a day has passed.

After lunch, Mingxin, who had lunch, went to the tea mountain to inspect as usual, although he didn't have to do anything, just go around the tea garden, and let the tea farmers know that there were still people in the Ma family here. It rained yesterday, and the mountains seemed to have been washed with water, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

When the tea mountains of Nuoda were turned around, the sunset hanging in the distance was only half of his face, and Mingxin went to the workshop next to the courtyard to see if anything was going on, and then went back to dinner.

The Ma family's tea-making workshop is not big in Baidi City, only larger than the general workshop, or expanded a few years ago because it could not support the output. There is a group of tea farmers who take turns to guard the tea for the Ma family living in the gatehouse, and they are still very respectful when they see Ming Xinlai, and their faces are no different from those before Pinyuan.

"Is the small owner still on duty today? The climate on this mountain is still accustomed, and it is different from the city in the end. "The workshop is not busy now, and the tea keepers at night have already hung the hanging stove by the charcoal fire and scalded some wild vegetables to eat. When Ming Xin came, the leader got up and turned on a kerosene lamp to light the way for Ming Xin.

At this time, the sky is not dark, but the mountains are foggy, and the level has increased a little hazy, and the tea farmers can walk without lights, and they are worried about where the little proprietor who often comes will go, so they turn on the lights. Yesterday, there were rumors in the city that the little proprietor was sick, and the little proprietor who might want to be corrected couldn't help but have some hope, so he was a little more attentive than usual, while opening the road in front, and asked Mingxin to be careful of his feet, and Mingxin was a little embarrassed.

On the shelves in the east wing, some tea leaves that were dried outside during the day were sparsely spread out in the dustpan, and there were looming braziers roasting in the four corners of the room, so it was hotter than outside, Mingxin took a look and came out. After coming out, he went directly to the main room of the roasted tea from the patio, and there were some young women who were cleaning up the cauldron for roasting tea, and when they saw Ming Xin coming, they were laughing.

"Ouch, the young and handsome little proprietor has come to check the room again, why is the light still on this day, are you still afraid of the dark when you are so old, come and say a few words to my sisters to relieve my boredom, I am not afraid."

The women who have experienced the matter see that the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy always has a little bit of inexplicable liking in it, and the women in this workshop will show this liking as a trick, and they often play tricks on the sales far away, and because Mingxin is more shy, the trick is even worse. The porter who turned on the lamp naturally wouldn't let it go, coughed a few times to make the women restrain themselves, and led Mingxin to the account room in the backyard.

Ming Xin ran away, and when he arrived at the account room, several account gentlemen had turned on the lights, and the abacus in his hands crackled, and he shouted at each other about the number of accounts.

After a long time, the man who buried his head in the tent finally noticed that someone was coming, and when he saw that it was Mingxin, he arched his hand and said, "Forgive me, the little proprietor forgive me, we are still checking the account book sent by the proprietor this morning, if there is anything that neglects the little proprietor, I still hope for Haihan." Seeing the momentum of a few bookkeepers fighting at night, he asked with some concern, "Are the gentlemen going to be late today?" ”

The tent man was a little puzzled, and after a while, he seemed to think of something, "Is it the noise of the little proprietor at night, this place is indeed very close to the wing of the other courtyard, we will pay attention to the quiet." Ming Xin didn't mean this, he was misunderstood, he was a little anxious, and he grabbed the words, "I don't mean this, don't misunderstand, sir, just look at the gentlemen's complexion is not very good, don't delay the rest." I shouldn't have intervened in this matter, but I was worried about the health of several gentlemen. Although he is a shy little proprietor, Mingxin is very attentive to his words, and his eyes are not fake.

The bookkeeper at the head showed a happy look on his face, and said humbly, "It's okay, I've been busy today, and there are some things on the owner's side that can be started, we just do some checks, the owner has already done the big thing, let's do some small things." ”

Ming Xin looked at it and was about to go out, when he suddenly looked back and said, "Is there anything unusual today?" A bookkeeper by the door wanted to speak and stopped, and finally said, "There is a tea farmer named Tong Chunsheng, who did not come to work today, and the tea leaves that were carried back when it rained yesterday were not returned. ”

After Mingxin agreed, he went out, the woman in the main house had already returned home, and there were fewer people sitting around the fireplace on the gatehouse.

Steward Lin came to open the door, and when he saw that Mingxin was back, he said with some shock, "The master just asked someone to ask you to go back to the city, but I missed it with that person." Mingxin was also stunned, nodded straight, and asked again, "Did the uncle tell me something?" Steward Lin pulled Ming Xin into the house to change clothes, and said, "The second owner of the Xia family is here, presumably to ask you to accompany him, this dress is worn by the young master of Pinyuan several times before, and it is still very new, you will wear it today, I thought you had gone just now, thinking that there were no suitable clothes and I was still in a hurry, and now I missed it." ”

Since Ming Xin got married, the clothes on his body have not been updated much, and occasionally follow the sales far to make a new one, which is also extremely plain, and because the family except for the married sister is all men, he didn't notice that few of the clothes on the foster young master could be put on the table, the owners didn't notice, and the guys below didn't dare to say, so it was over.

Steward Lin is a careful person, this afternoon the city sent someone to look for someone, hinting that he was going to accompany him, so he went to sell the old clothes and rummaged through, only to find such a few pieces that fit, after seeing the people, he asked Ming Xin to try them one by one, after choosing, there were guys coming in outside, presumably he got the news from the gatehouse of the workshop just now.

Ming Xin got into the carriage in his newly changed clothes, and suddenly thought of the gentleman who was still picking up the lamp in the account room, so he begged Steward Lin to prepare some pastries to cushion his stomach at night and send them, and Steward Lin responded to the order before leaving.

When the carriage hurried all the way to the Ma family's house, the sky was completely overcast, and the lights had been lit everywhere in the house.

A figure in the study was getting up from the soft couch, and when Ming Xin pushed the door in, the man was stunned and said with a smile, "Ming Xin is here, let's go eat first, you come here and wait for me after dinner, I have something to tell you tonight." As he spoke, he said to Wang San on the side, "Today's banquet of the new owner of the Xia family, it's not good to keep you, and tomorrow's business is not good for you to go, but there is no one who can replace you, so please." Wang San owed, couldn't see his expression, didn't say anything about the scene, and walked out of the door.

Mingxin was a little puzzled, so he asked, "Uncle, what's wrong with the third brother?" Ma Bin looked at the rising moon outside the window, like a disk, clean and bright, and said paradoxically, "It's been four years, time flies so fast, you'll know when you're older." ”