The waves were rippling, the morning sun was dazzling, and Lin Yao shifted his gaze. There is a unique courtyard on the north shore of the Green Lake Lake, which was built four years ago for the mass production of "Fanglu tea".

This chic courtyard has a unique name on the door plaque: Pujia Xiaozhu.

In the spring of two years ago, Nian Yi and Su Luo, who turned eighteen years old, were married by the lord and his wife.

After Nian Yi and Su became married, the wedding room was this chic courtyard, so the old man Lin Yi deliberately named this courtyard "Pujia Xiaozhu", and a couple of newlyweds have lived on the north shore of Luyu Lake since then.

Not far behind the small building, there is a tea forest, and more than 20 girls who are picking tea leaves form a beautiful picture, and at this moment Fang Fei, Xue Ya, Ming Xiang, and Nian Yi are also in the middle. It is rare for Nianyi to understand the tea-making process, but the production of famous tea has its own exquisiteness, and "Fanglu Tea" is now also famous and naturally exquisite, one of which is as long as the girl picks it.

In the past four years, the production of "Fanglu Tea" has been handed over to Nian Yi to take care of, and Mrs. Fang Fei is also working in such a busy day, just help with a little effort.

The tea oil mill to be built, which is close to the existing yard, will become an extension of the small building, and it will naturally be taken care of by Su Luo in the future.

Su Luo has not been the young master's follower for many years.

Lin Yao looked up at the sky, remembering the days when Su Luo was following behind, and smiled slightly.

Sideways, in a blink of an eye, Lin Yao's eyes fell on the pear forest, the blooming pear blossoms were still so beautiful that people couldn't breathe, but now there is a special place for people to breathe, and it is a pavilion.

Four years ago, after the completion of the "Pujia Small Building", this exquisitely warped hexagonal pavilion was built in the pear grove with blue glazed tiles, dark green beams and crimson spires, two light brown wood chairs on the left and right, and a gray stone table with several white stone benches. The old man Lin Yi named it for the occasion: Wangli Rain Pavilion.

This "Wangli Rain Pavilion" was built later than the "Pujia Small Building", but it was named much earlier.

The cobblestone path, connected to the "Wangli Rain Pavilion" to the north, is only far away from the "Pujia Xiaozhu" at the moment, but there will always be a day when it will be paved there, take your time and don't rush.

Lin Yao's gaze turned to the south, the pear blossoms were better than the snow on a sunny day, the plum blossoms were white, the apricot blossoms were red, the peach blossoms were red, and the strings of loquat had turned yellow, it seemed that the loquat was about to ripen.

The tea buds in Lin Yao's hand have been eaten, feeling the spring breeze blowing on his face, waving his sleeves for a long time, and falling down from the top of Lingran Mountain.

On the shore of the Green Lake, the wind is light and the clouds are light, and Lin Yao walks away. Suddenly, I saw the lake surface set off a sparkling water, and between the white clouds, there were more red shadows.

"Yunxiu, morning!" Lin Yao greeted casually.

"Young master, early. Yunxiu in the lake responded.

It feels so refreshing, Lin Yao walks on the shore of the Green Language Lake, and often plays the flute on the shore of the Green Language Lake on weekdays, which is very familiar, friendly and fresh, it is rare to have such an early age. Lin Yao walked leisurely, and the clouds in the lake also cruising leisurely.

Quietly do not speak, the mood is clear, everything is full of things, and they are all very beautiful and beautiful enjoyment. Walking past the rock facing the water on three sides, Lin Yao remembered that in the spring two years ago, his mother had proposed to his father to build a pavilion here, and his father responded that the location of the Green Lake here was excellent and should be used for the future.

The mother smiled and nodded, although Lin Yao understood that the reason why the mother proposed to his father to build a pavilion here was because he often played the flute here under the sun on weekdays, but he still did not understand what his mother wanted to keep it for the future.

Lin Yao turned around and walked towards the rock facing the water on three sides, and the lake and mountains came into view, which was indeed an excellent place. Smiling slightly, Lin Yao had not yet walked on the rock, and suddenly turned around and took a step, the oncoming breeze had a faint fragrance, which was really refreshing.

After walking a few steps, Lin Yao turned around and looked at Lingran Mountain and paced slowly, and suddenly turned around again, and the red shadows of Yunxiu in the Green Language Lake followed, turning back and wandering.

Lin Yao didn't look back, walked down the shore of the Green Language Lake, and arrived at the southernmost point in a blink of an eye, and the small ditch in front of him was dug in the spring of six years ago.

Lin Yao stopped and looked at the southwest corner, thinking that his father had said that this place was already able to divert water, and as long as the fields were cleared, rice and lotus roots could be planted. I thought that my father also said that if a stone arch bridge was built on this small ditch, it would be called "Bulian Bridge". Although Lin Yao played "Fu Li" when it was all the artistic conception of this place, he had not seen his father take any action against this place, and at this moment, the picture of the small bridge and flowing water in his mind couldn't help but laugh.

"Goodbye!" Lin Yao waved his hand and took a step.

"Goodbye. Yun Xiu in the Green Lake watched the young master walk along the small ditch, and immediately dived into the deep water.

Eight years ago, the eight acres of land are still the same, the small ditch is along the right side of the land, and now there is an obvious ridge road on the left bank of the small ditch, which has been trampled on the footsteps of the years.

Five pomegranate trees are also on the left bank of the small ditch, Lin Yao walked under the pomegranate trees, and came to the edge of the spring well, and now the spring well was also named by the old man Lin Yi: Junquan.

The vigorous word "Junquan" is engraved on a huge pebble, and Lin Yao is holding this pebble with his left hand looking down at the wellhead. This pebble is estimated to be more than 600 catties, the year before last, the old man Lin Yi led the family to the side of the pond stream to pick up pebbles, the young master Lin Yao rarely participated, the small one picked up a lot, and saw that a big one also picked it up.

The pebbles are used to pave the road, and the old man Lin Yi will lead the family to pick it up every year, and when to pick it up depends on the mood, and picking up more and picking up less is also very casual, so the cobblestone path in Yingang will grow a section every year, so the period of accumulation is not short until now.

Lin Yao paced towards the rising sun, and the cobblestone path he stepped on was only paved last year, bending from the right side of the bamboo forest behind the thatched house.

Since many things were handed over to Su Luo to take care of, the leisure and elegance of the old man Lin Yi gradually showed, and the scholar should always be a little spirited, although the thatched house in front of him is no longer inhabited, it has still been repaired, and it was named last year.

A camphor wood sign engraved vertically with the words "Xianghuai Caolu", the workmanship is quite simple, and it is hung in the upper right corner of the door.

Whenever Lin Yao walked to the "Huai Caolu", he had a wonderful feeling, very comfortable, very comfortable, and couldn't help but stop and be nostalgic.

The morning breeze in March is also particularly warm here.

In the grass house, Lin Yao came to the door where he lived when he was a child, paused, and gently touched the camphor wood sign on the upper right with his left hand, and walked towards the house very chicly.