Fang Yan looked at him with disdain, not wanting to deal with it.

Li Lingyun gave a thumbs up, and his arrogant appearance was very proud, "I think back then, I was in a small town, but when I touched the stones, those children were not as good as me!" ”

Then he sighed again, saying that it was not as good as before, and it had only been two months since he touched it.

Fang Yan thought of the demon beast at the bottom of the lake, and thought that it might have been eaten by him.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Li Lingyun went to the bottom of the lake to touch two fish with dragon energy, and went outside to buy a porcelain basin, put those stones and grass into the porcelain basin, filled it with water, and then put the fish, and made a simple fish tank, planning to give it to the old master as a Mid-Autumn Festival gift.

The evening hall is sparse and dark, and several people sit at dusk.

In the evening, Li Lingyun did not go home.

Fang Yan sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the fragrant laurel tree in August, thinking about whether there was Sister Chang'e, whether there was a jade rabbit, or a laurel on the moon in this world.

The widow next door came out of the courtyard with a rice bowl, and when she saw Fang Yan sitting alone, she must have not eaten yet, so she invited her to come to her house, and the two of them celebrated the festival together.

There are no mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival in this world, but you will eat some kind of steamed bun made of five grains, which is also round in shape.

The second dog who lived in the inner part came out with a pot of steamed buns made of five grains, stood high under the moonlight, bowed to the moon three times, closed his eyes and said auspicious words reverently.

The widow and Fang Yan sat in the courtyard with a small stool, eating with a bowl of rice, and admiring the moon at the same time.

"Tomorrow...... My sister's autumn tea can be picked, do you want to learn how to stir-fry tea? ”

The widow Wang took two mouthfuls of food and ordered the tea trees in the courtyard with her chin.

The dialect nodded, this has to be learned, and when you go back to the mountains in the future, you can make your own tea.

On the second day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fang Yan got up early in the morning, lost a cleaning technique to himself, and went to the next door to learn how to make tea.

The widow held a bamboo stalk in her hand, grabbed the middle of the young stem between the leaves with her index finger and thumb, plucked the tea leaves with the elastic force of her two fingers, and then introduced the dialect full of interest.

"The picking time is better to one or two hours before noon to sunset, but we don't pay so much attention to these wild tea trees, the only thing you need to pay attention to is two points, pick a top bud and the first leaf next to the bud, this is called a heart and a leaf, such a tea is the most mellow and delicious, the texture is excellent, the second point is the worse tea, you need to pick one more leaf, this is called one heart and two leaves, and the rest is a more ordinary coarse tea."

The dialect held the same bamboo strip made of bamboo slivers, and carefully picked the next piece of tea.

At noon, the tea leaves were picked in different categories and had lunch.

In the afternoon, it is time to dry the tea greens, and you need to dry the moisture in the sun.

Taking advantage of the afternoon of drying tea, Widow Wang called Shang Yan to look at the paper made before, stacked in layers in the house.

Fang Yan couldn't believe it after seeing it, the original bamboo had really become a blank sheet of paper like snowflakes.

As twilight fell, the sky was covered with thick clouds.

Fang Yan and the widow of the king sat in front of the hall with hot tea in their hands and looked out, and the big raindrops were falling sparsely; The firewood gate in front of the courtyard has also become more and more gray and hazy. The two of them were quite idle, staring intently at the sudden raindrops, the showers swept over the tea trees in the courtyard, and suddenly the ground was like a toppling stone basin, and the uproar gradually became larger.

The rain is not long, and it suddenly pours down, densely, falling on the ground like a needle tipping on the surface of the river; The sky is vast, more like a tuft of white hair born when it is born.

In front of the courtyard, the king's widow lit a lamp and flickered like a ghostly fire.

The two of them sat in a circle, looking at each other without saying a word.

In the distance, the mountain outside the town is far away and misty.

Nearby, the simple hut of Ergouzi's family looked even poorer in the wind and rain.

Fang Yan sank all his thoughts into the wind and rain, carefully felt every change in the wind and rain, and fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know if I'm a guest in my dream.

There was a dragon phantom that spit out purple breath, swimming in the wind and rain, and emitting bursts of dragon groans.

The dialect is immersed in the magic power of the dragon and the clouds and rain......

Shenlong's huge head approached, looked at her and said, "Little doll, this is the clouds and rain, have you learned?" ”

Surprised, Fang Yan asked, "Who are you?" ”

Shenlong raised his head proudly, "I am a Tiangong Shanshui Lang, and the Heavenly Sect divides and is crazy." He has been granted a rain branch wind coupon, and he is tired of staying in the clouds and borrowing the moon chapter. ”

"Ang~!"

A dragon roar that shook the heavens and the earth sounded, and the dragon swam towards the sky with its tail and disappeared.

The dialect woke up, it was late outside, and the wind and rain were like darkness.

"What was that?"

The widow Wang entered the house with the food, wiped her hands on her body, and said with a smile: "It's time to eat." ”

After finishing eating, just as the rain stopped, Fang Yan returned to Li Lingyun's house.

In the next few days, because of the tea green, the dialect did not go to the next door, and went around the streets and alleys with a cloth.

One morning, few people came to take care of her business, and the stone spirit grass was not found.

In the face of a group of aggressive vendors and vegetable farmers, he forcibly cut the vegetarian vegetables from more than ten yuan to nine yuan, and then left triumphantly.

Keep your head high, like a victorious general.

Wandering until the evening, Fang Yan walked home, and saw Li Lingyun at the door of the pear orchard, smiling at a certain person with a servile face, and his little appearance was very disgusting.

Someday.

After the tea leaves are dried, you can proceed to the next step of production, and the dialect is bumpy to learn.

I thought it would be good to just fry it simply, but who would have thought that there would be many steps ahead.

Stir-frying, kneading, piling, drying, pressing, steaming, pressing, drying.

Finally, the simple packaging is complete.

For the next few days, Fang Yan stayed at the widow's house to learn how to make tea, and when the tea was finally made, he was relieved.

It's really not easy......

The widow took out a small bag of tea leaves and handed it to Fang Yan.

"Originally, these good teas, my sister was given away, those shops that bought paper from my sister will give a little every year, but the business is just favors, but unfortunately a shop closed this spring, cut off business, just one more pack, give it to you."

Fang Yan didn't know how to feel, took it with both hands, hugged it in his arms, and laughed stupidly.

Beginning on the second day, Widow Wang began to go door-to-door to deliver goods to merchants who had ordered paper, and each family also sent some tea made by herself.

After all the delivery, I got ten taels of silver, saving money and frugality, and it was enough to live for almost a year, not to mention that there were so many chickens and ducks at home, at least I didn't have to worry about food and clothing.

Autumn passes, winter comes.

At this season, the dialect hibernates, and although it is now transformed, it is still no match for animal instincts.

I found Li Lingyun and said hello, saying that I was going out for a trip and would come back next spring.

ran to Tuoshan outside the town and found a hole left by a pangolin, just enough for her to turn into a body and get in.

The small cave leads directly to the belly of the mountain, which is warm and moist in the underground water system, which is very suitable for snake hibernation.

The dialect lies on a raised stone and hibernates comfortably.