Going further south, the temperature rises very quickly.

Even if it is the twelfth lunar month, you can wear single clothes here. And from the wind blowing, Fang Chang felt a trace of the sea.

However, the terrain here is really bad, it is rugged and difficult to move around, and the ground is not three feet wide.

And it will rain here in winter.

The weather was dark, the raindrops were cold, and the wind was mixed with heavy dampness, which made pedestrians on the road feel unable to bear it and began to find a place to shelter from the rain.

Fang Chang thought about it and did not walk alone. Instead, like the pedestrians around him, he walked to a village not far away and found his own house and knocked on the door:

"Is anyone here? Travelers want to take advantage of expensive places to shelter from the rain."

"Here's here."

Someone inside walked into the yard wearing a hat and looked carefully through the crack in the door. He suddenly felt kind to Fang Chang. After confirming that he was not a dangerous person, the door creaked and the male owner wearing a hat looked at Fang Chang and said:

"It's not easy to travel far, please come in."

Fang Chang bowed his hand slightly to thank him, and then walked through the yard into the house.

The momentum of the rain gradually became rapid, like a string of fine beads all over the sky, causing splashes of water to spread in the courtyard.

Inside the house, two young men were sitting on small stools to make straw sandals. On the small square table next to them, there were only half-made straw sandals. It should be what the male owner of the house was doing just now. Seeing someone coming in with his father, they politely put down their work, stood up and greeted him, and then worked again.

The two young people are already at the age of marriage, and the male owner's hair is already a little gray.

The owner of the house took a new bench from the side and handed it to Fang Chang. When he saw the man in white looking at the straw sandals on the table, he smiled:

"As the saying goes, 'It's rainy, and it's idle, too', not to mention that it's winter now, so there's not much to do. Save more shoes and make it easy to wear when picking tea in the spring next year. After all, walking back and forth on that mountain can cost you shoes."

Then he said, "The guest will bring you a pot of tea."

"Master, please wait." Fang Chang shouted quickly, then grabbed the backpack behind him, opened it, took out a bamboo tube, poured out a handful of tea from it, and said to the male owner: "It's already disturbing to come to shelter from the rain. How can I let the money go? Just use mine."

After all, this family looks average. Although it sounds like they pick tea and grow tea by themselves, it is better to come to visit them rashly and see others.

"Then I'm not polite." The male host said, then took the tea from Fang Chang's hand, took off a tin pot from the small mud stove nearby, and started brewing. For a moment, the mist in the room was mixed with the faint fragrance of the tea.

The male owner laughed at herself while making tea:

"I'm not afraid of laughing at guests. Although my family grows tea for a living, I don't want to drink it very much. Although the price of tea is very low and it can't be sold much, but as the saying goes, "Shoemakers walk barefootly, and slutty craftsmen sleep on the bed." We who grow tea naturally can only drink plain water."

The two young people next to him laughed together, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became cheerful.

"Well, good tea, it smells really good." The host praised him with the teapot. He took a few tea cups that had just been rinsed with water and poured them on all four of them. He continued: "Although the making method is a bit awkward and seems to have fewer processes, the tea is really good."

After saying that, he picked up the teacup and took the lead in trying it.

The tea rich in inspiration penetrated the stomach, making the middle-aged man feel light and healthy. He only felt that the tea tasted like eating ice in the dog days of summer, making people's minds suddenly clear, so his eyes lit up and he continued to praise:

"Good tea!"

But this family didn't know that this was a great blessing they encountered.

The tea produced on the edge of the cliff of Yunzhongshan Mountain, made by Fang Chang himself, is like a good medicine for curing diseases and prolonging life for mortals. However, they have no ability to see or detect all this, and the three of them only feel very comfortable and comfortable.

"It's worth it for this life to be able to taste this good tea." The male owner thought to himself.

But he didn't say it, but said to the other party: "Thank you for your blessing, it's really lucky that we can taste this kind of good tea."

Fang Chang smiled and said:

"Actually, like you, I also picked my own tea."

"Oh? No wonder!" said the middle-aged man in surprise. "It seems that you have some good tea trees. No wonder I just discovered that this tea has a very good foundation, but the production method is too immature."

As he said that, he looked at the hilt of the sword behind Fang Chang: "You are a man from the Jianghu? Your main business is not like this. It is already great that it can be done like this."

Fang Chang immediately took this opportunity to ask the owner of the house how to make tea.

When the two young men next to him heard this topic, they began to speak to show their presence, but they were constantly scolded by the male owner and for a moment they shrank their heads and minds.

After having a happy chat, the male host simply taught her experience, although it was a must-have skill for tea farmers.

While learning how to make brick tea and fried tea, Fang Chang also heard a lot of chats about their tea farmers' daily lives.

There are many mountains and few lands here, so it is difficult to live too many people. Fortunately, the mountains produce good tea, so the tea farmers here go up the mountain year after year, pick the tea leaves in the tea garden that they have been serving for a year, and then come back to deal with and sell.

Because many of the daily necessities such as grain, salt and other daily necessities here rely on outbound purchases, they give merchants the opportunity to collude with bullies and buy low and sell high, so tea farmers live a hard life. The price of tea is suppressed and the price of daily necessities is raised, so they can only endure it silently.

The tea tax collected by the government is not low, and it is tiring to pick and make tea. After years of busy work, I can't save anything, so I can only live. Fortunately, the bully who had previously monopolized the local tea sale was quickly taken down by the "recently new prefects" and sentenced to exile. It is estimated that life will be much easier next year.

After chatting for a long time, Fang Chang was judging the time in his heart and suddenly looked up at the sky outside.

The rain suddenly became smaller and then stopped. In a short period of time, the accumulated rainwater on the stone-paved courtyard ground was lost to replenish and poured out of the drainage ditch and quickly receded. However, the ground was still wet, and there were still tenacious mosses moist.

The footsteps sounded, but the mistress of the house came back from outside.

She complained as she entered the door: "I just chatted with Aunt San, but it started to rain outside and couldn't come back in the rain. Fortunately, I stopped now... Hey, are there customers at home?"

The male host immediately greeted:

"Are you back? Come and try this tea, it's really good. This is a man from the world who came to shelter from the rain. He couldn't hurry on the road because he was very rainy. His identity is different from ours."
Chapter completed!