D*mn It, Who Wants To Be With A Love Rival?

35

Today is Wednesday, and the tea market will open next week. Ji Congzhe and Lin Zhen plan to go to the mountains to collect some tea leaves today, and finally practice tea frying for the whole day.

They have observed over the past few days that the new tea buds in their fields will be ready for picking in about two days. They just finished practicing today and recuperated for two days. Next, they will be busy for more than half a month.

The two of them carried baskets to Malanpo. The sky was gloomy in the morning, and the air was moist. The mountains were deep and there were many trees. They breathed in the fresh coolness in their lungs, and their facial features suddenly seemed to be bright.

There is a lot of rain in this area around Qingming Festival, so they brought two bamboo hats with them when they went up the mountain today.

When they arrived at Malanpo, they both looked at the buds sprouting from their tea fields. Their eyes were filled with anticipation. These crisp greens meant the main source of income for the next half year.

In the several acres of tea fields next door, no one is picking them this tea season. Even if they are picked, no one will harvest the mature tea leaves.

Ji Congzhe and Lin Zhen spent most of the day picking, and finally managed to pick some tea greens that were not completely old.

"The tea stove can be moved home tomorrow."

"So soon?"

"The old master was afraid of delaying our tea sales, so he helped us rush the work." Lin Zhen said.

Ji Congzhe lamented, "The people in the village here are quite nice."

"I plan to buy a bag of dried longan to thank him when I go there tomorrow."

"Just do what you want, anyway, I don't care about money."

Looking at Ji Congzhe humming a song Picking tea leaves with a relaxed face, Lin Zhen smiled and said "hmm". As time went by, he began to appreciate Ji Congzhe more and more. Apart from being a bit frivolous, he was very good at everything else. Especially when it came to money, he didn't care about money. When they got rich, Ji Congzhe would shout to do something better. With no money to eat, Ji Congzhe could make do with simple meals.

The two of them had been picking for a whole morning and had collected less than half of the basket. They estimated that they would not be able to pick any tender tea greens if they continued further. Especially when it started to drizzle in the sky, they were ready to pack up and go down the mountain.

Suddenly, a voice burst out in the quiet tea field. The unexpected loud voice startled the two people who were wearing bamboo hats.

"Okay! You two are actually stealing my tea!" A short and lean man with a mustache came towards them cursing and carrying a pair of large scissors.

Lin Zhen hurriedly explained, "I'm sorry, we are from the tea field next door. I thought the tea here seemed to be deserted, so I picked some."

His mustache was crossed, "Which of your eyes saw that my tea field was deserted?"

He stepped forward and glanced at the basket in Ji Congzhe's hand, pointed at the tea and cursed, "You still pick so much when there is a shortage of tea? Stealing tea is stealing tea. Are you still reasonable?" The

mustache is obviously a person who cannot communicate normally. , Lin Zhen knew that he was in the wrong and didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he took the basket in Ji Congzhe's hand and said to the Eight-Character Hu, "Take these tea leaves, we picked this much in the morning."