In the fourth year of Yuan Li, when the son of heaven occasionally got a good fragrant tea, the dragon heart of the product was happy, and then ordered the tea town of the world to offer good tea, and the wind of raising tea and tasting tea was prosperous.

In September, it suddenly rained heavily in Xizhou, and this year's tea caterpillars were flourishing, and the tea trees in the state were a little dying, even the eighteen plants ordered by the government themselves

"Tribute tea", I'm afraid it will be difficult to produce the good tea of the past. The old people in the state all said that this was a disaster from God, and the world was probably not good.

Of course, these words are also whispered by everyone in private, and in these years, some words are absolutely unspeakable.

On a rare sunny day, the tea merchant didn't care about the mud on the mountain, so he urged the tea picker to go up the mountain to pick tea, although the salary was twice as much as usual, but the number of women willing to go up the mountain was even less than in previous years.

At this time, let the woman who has not left the pavilion pick the best tea leaves with her lips and put them on the white cloth in the basket, and the fried black tea is the best.

It's just that I don't know how many taels I can fry this year, and if I can't pay the tribute, the tea merchants will have to take silver to make up for it.

According to the custom, the tea merchants who supervised the work were left in the pergola temporarily erected on the mountainside to the east, with a few low tables and a few benches, all over the verdant hills, and with the local unique black tea, which was not wonderful.

But looking at the appearance of several masters frowning and sighing, I am afraid that no one has the heart to appreciate this good tea scene.

Just as several tea merchants were complaining to each other about the bad year, there were suddenly several exclamations on the other side of the mountainside, mixed with the voices of several loud tea pickers.

"But don't make any moths out of this mouth." The tea merchants slammed to their feet, and before they could even help their stools to the ground, they rushed to the place where they had made a noise.

It had just rained, the mountain road was muddy and difficult to walk, even if the tea merchants hurried slowly, it took a while to get to the place where the accident occurred, and the tea pickers had already gathered in a large circle to talk about it.

The tea merchants hurriedly squeezed in, and when they inquired, they learned that it was a young tea picker named Shui Yunlin, who didn't stand firm when she was holding the tip of the tea leaves in her mouth, and accidentally slipped and rolled down the hillside.

Fortunately, although it was covered in mud, it was nothing serious. Shui Yunlin had already been helped up at this time, only his right foot was weakly on the ground, and he was still injured.

"I said old man, they all said that you can't go up the mountain today, you want to. Now that something like this happens, what do you say? When an older woman saw the man in charge, she immediately pointed the finger at the tea merchant.

"yes." The surrounding tea pickers echoed one after another. Seeing this, the tea merchant also smiled bitterly: "Eh, my aunts and grandmothers, we can't do anything about it." Seeing that it's going to be cold and dew, if I don't pick this tea, I won't be able to make a difference. "After saying that, I practiced and practiced, and my salary increased by a few points.

Seeing that the tea merchants were soft, the tea pickers no longer embarrassed them, and scattered to work, leaving only a few people to take care of the injured Shui Yunlin.

Shui Yunlin didn't make it difficult for them, but just asked the tea merchants to settle the day's wages and help get some medicine.

In the past few months, the medicine has also become the exclusive management of the government, but Xizhou takes tea as its business, and the tea merchants still have a lot of status in the land, so it is not difficult to get some medicine.

In order to block the tongue of the people, the tea merchant made a large package of wound medicine, and after Shui Yunlin took it, he took a leave of absence and went back.

As soon as she left the tea field, Shui Yunlin ignored the pain and hurried to the outer city, where she had been living alone a few years ago and had been living in a bamboo hut in the outer city.

I don't know who built this bamboo house at the beginning, not to mention the remote location, but also built in a small bamboo forest, cold in winter and hot in summer.

When Shui Yunlin found it, it was already an ownerless empty house covered with dust, and after cleaning it, it was still possible to live in it, and he reported it to the government, so he came down.

Now it seems that it was also a coincidence that she lived there at that time, thinking so all the way, she limped into the yard.

Looking around, Shui Yunlin pushed open the door of the bamboo house and flashed into the house and immediately locked the door, and pressed the chair against the door weakly, so he hurriedly investigated the situation of the person who was unconscious on the bed.

This man was picked up by her from the yard a few nights ago, when he was dressed in thin armor, holding a dagger in his hand, and he refused to let go when he was dying, and he looked scary all over his body.

Now there are thieves in all directions, although Shui Yunlin has not seen much of the world, even if he heard the words of Mr. Storyteller in the teahouse, he also knew what the identity of this person was.

As soon as she went out, she ran into such a scene, she instinctively reflexively hid in the house and did not dare to go out, and secretly looked out through the crack in the window, the man was lying motionless on the ground, and it looked like he was about to die.

Thinking of this, she shuddered. Catch one of the thieves, reward ten taels of silver, Shui Yunlin remembered the notice posted at the city gate, the thief army is about to hit Xizhou, and the heads of the thief army that are occasionally caught are hung on the city gate.

She gritted her teeth, or opened the door and moved the person to the house, although harboring is the crime of killing the head, but the Bodhisattva also said that saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, first save the person back.

When he picked up this person, Shui Yunlin found that this person was much heavier than he looked, and when he set it up, he accidentally stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

It was not easy to stabilize his footing, and it was only then that he dragged the man back step by step. put the man on the bed, Shui Yunlin got some water to wash the dirty blood on this person, revealing a clean face, not like a thief, but like a gentleman in the school.

She sighed involuntarily, thinking that such a person would actually fall into the grass, what a pity, just like him, can he go into battle to kill the enemy.

Or maybe someone was deceived into getting on the thief ship, Shui Yunlin kept his hands on it, but he was thinking about it in his head, and he felt more and more that this person didn't look like a villain, and he suddenly felt injustice for this man in his heart.

The work in his hands became more and more careful, for fear of making this weak man's injuries more serious, and he only thought about curing him quickly and then persuading him to leave to live his own life, and not to do that knife licking blood again.

It is easy to bandage wounds, but it is difficult to get medicine for wounds, especially now that the government is becoming more and more strict in guarding pharmacies.

Seeing that the man's wound was inflamed and suppurated, and he couldn't survive, Shui Yunlin had to stage the scene on the tea mountain.

The tea merchant felt pity for her as a little girl, and she was helpless, so the big bag of medicine she was given had everything, and it was not in vain for her to fall.

Back in the house, Shui Yunlin ignored the injury on his leg, first put the hemostatic medicine in the water to dissolve, wiped the pus near the man's wound with a clean cloth, and then applied the remaining medicine powder to the wound.

The weather was bad, the wound recovered slowly, it was only a few days, the wound showed some signs of decay, she heard that the dead flesh should be cut off with a knife, but she used the man's dagger to make several strokes, but she couldn't get her hands on it, so she had to give up, only hoping that the wound medicine would work, and not let people die here.

The medicine for external injuries is easy to handle, but the medicine for internal injuries is difficult to do, although this person fainted, he still frowned, his teeth were gritted, no matter how he broke it, Shui Yunlin fried a bowl of medicine, how could he not feed it to the other party's mouth, and splashed a small half bowl.

"What a waste." Shui Yunlin muttered, and wiped the spilled decoction with a heartache, feeling sad in his heart.

In the past two days, the blood on the corners of this person's mouth has been wiped again, and his lips are purple and black.

Even she could see that even if the injury wasn't too serious, it wouldn't work if it dragged on. Thinking of this, Shui Yunlin gritted his teeth, picked up a bowl and put a mouthful of decoction in his mouth, pinched the other party's nose and leaned towards the other party's lips.

The man was slightly relieved by holding his breath, and then licked by her tongue on the shuts of his teeth, and finally opened his joints, choked, and fed the medicine in the end.

Just one bite at a time, most of the medicine was drunk by the other party, and a small half was poured into Shui Yunlin's stomach.

She had always been afraid of taking medicine, which made her sick, and she thought to herself while spitting, for my sake, you have to get better.

After serving the other party, her heart was relieved, and the pain in her leg came back, she remembered that she still had injuries on her body, and hurriedly lifted her trouser legs to see that her calves were swollen like turnips, and she gasped in pain with a light press.

Hurriedly took out the bruised pills from the packet of medicine, thought about it, and was not willing to use them all, so he broke half a pill and put it on his leg, thinking that he was afraid that he would not be able to go to work in the past two days.

That's fine, lest this person die at home and don't know it. I just don't know if the firewood, rice, oil and salt at home are enough, this year's year is not good, the price of rice has risen sharply, and one more person is afraid that it is not enough, thanks to the fact that I have not forgotten to pay today.

Shui Yunlin thought about it like this, and packed up all the messy things that he had tossed and messed up with, and he couldn't keep the blood-stained handkerchief, so he had to wash it quickly.

She was wounded, her movements were slow, and it was getting dark when everything was put to rest. She has no lights in this hut, and usually goes to bed early at night, and now her only small bed is occupied by the wound, and it is not good to squeeze up and touch the wound by herself, so she can only wear a few thick clothes and lie on the side of the bed, which is also convenient to take care of.

Looking at the person on the bed again, I don't know if the medicine has worked, and he seems to be a little better, but he is still unconscious, and the wound is still the same.

Now it's up to you to create, Shui Yunlin sighed lightly and pressed the quilt to his feet. The pain in her legs was so bad that she thought she would not be able to sleep in such a hunched position, but it turned out that she was too tired during the day, and finally fell asleep in a daze in her stomach.

Sleeping until midnight, Shui Yunlin suddenly felt a tightness in his wrist, and his heart was shocked, just opened his eyes, and suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and when he got used to the light, he found that the man who was supposed to lie on the bed was holding his throat with one hand, and pressed himself on the bed with a vigilant face.

"Who are you?" Shui Yunlin had never seen such a battle, he was shocked for a while, he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, he could only stare at each other with wide eyes.

When the man saw her like this, he let go of his hand, straightened up and didn't speak, looked around, and then turned his gaze to Shui Yunlin, who still looked like a dying patient.