Although it was the time when the mountain flowers were blooming, it was also rainy and foggy, and the sky and the earth were covered in mist.
At this time, the Wushan environment was like a heavy fog coming, and the drizzle was falling like smoke, making it difficult to see the scenery several feet away.
At the foot of the verdant green mountains.
Many shamans, wearing brown raincoats, were planting rice seedlings in the terraced fields.
There are patches of green tea trees on the mountain. At this time, there are also many young shamans wearing coir raincoats picking in the mist-like drizzle...
Although the "Tea Classic" says: There will be rain on that day so no harvest!
However, the tea season is tight, and there are only a few days before the Ming Dynasty, so it is impossible not to pick it at all. This is also to prevent the tea buds from growing too large or getting old, so some shamans still pick them in the rain.
"An umbrella with two sides, said my wife is there."
"Say where my wife is, so wrap up your meal in a towel and go find her."
"If you can't find a handkerchief to wrap rice with, use your sweetheart to replace her."
At this time, a song with a hearty tune and a long melody came from the foggy Tea Mountain. When the song sounded, the dull world seemed to come alive all of a sudden, and many silver bell-like sounds came from the Tea Mountain.
Girly laughter.
"Who's singing up front?"
From another foggy tea mountain, a clear female voice came from the song: "Who is singing and playing in the front? How many years and months has it been building? Who is singing and can't leave the room?"
"The first three masters made songs, and Mr. Qianbao made songs to play. It took three years and six months to make songs, and I couldn't leave the room for eight days."
A male voice responded.
From time to time there were bursts of laughter all around.
After a while, many men and women joined in the duet, and the cheerful folk songs echoed between heaven and earth, creating a bit of color in the gloomy weather.
"Brother, why don't you sing?"
Everything on the tea mountain was wet, the fog was thick, the drizzle was flying sideways, and no one could be seen three feet away. A girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, was picking quickly while listening to folk songs, but as she listened,
Then, I found that my brother stopped singing.
"Brother?"
The girl had fair skin and was wearing a green blouse with a collared collar and a cyan pleated skirt. Although she turned her head and looked around, her hands did not stop.
She didn't think much and continued picking the tender tea.
Although the girl is in the rain and fog, you can see that the girl's fingers are like peeling onion roots, her mouth is like holding red pills, and she is making delicate steps, which is unparalleled in the world.
She is a rare beauty in the village, named Ajiu.
"Brother, I'm going back to spread the tea first." It didn't take long for Ajiu's basket to be full. Before he could respond, he carefully walked down the mountain and prepared to go home and spread the tea to dry.
Tea picked on rainy days is called rainwater green, and the green leaves need to be spread out in time.
Although it can be artificially dehydrated, the color and aroma of the tea produced by "Yuyuqing" will be affected to some extent...
But there is no way around it.
In less than half an hour, Ajiu returned to the village and saw large and small stilted wooden buildings built against the mountain.
The structure is lofty, the virtual and the real are combined, and it is light and airy.
porphyrin——
When Ajiu returned home, she quickly put down her backpack, took off her raincoat, and went to spread the tea with her backpack. When she finished spreading the tea, she saw that the sky was terribly dark and it seemed too late, so she stopped picking tea and went to prepare for the day.
late meal
The drizzle started flying sideways and never stopped.
The heavy fog has not dispersed.
I don't know when, lights were lit everywhere in the village, and smoke was rising from the kitchen.
At this time, Ajiu had already cooked tonight's meal, but seeing that his brother hadn't come back for a long time, he came to the Feilai chair and leaned over to look around.
"Ajiu."
A small road not far away.
A young man wearing blue homespun clothes and a green turban happened to be returning with a tea basket on his back. When he saw Ajiu leaning on the flying chair, he called out with a silly smile.
"Brother Axin, can you see my brother?"
Ajiu turned his head and said.
"Brother Abao, I didn't see it." The young man did not dare to look at Ajiu, so he looked in the direction of Chashan and said, "It's so late, hasn't Brother Abao come back yet?"
"Brother hasn't come back yet."
After Ajiu finished speaking, he walked back to the house and went downstairs. He put on his raincoat and bamboo hat, walked out and followed the path to the tea mountain.
"Where are you going, Ajiu?"
"Looking for brother."
"Oh, be careful, it's raining and the road is slippery..."
At this time, Ajiu's figure gradually disappeared into the mist.
Soon after, Ajiu returned to the path leading up to the Chashan Mountains and saw that most of the villagers planting rice on the terraces had already gone home.
Only a few people are still catching the last seedlings.
"Brother——"
Ajiu shouted as he walked.
But there was no response from Chashan, which made Ajiu a little angry. He wondered where he had gone.
"Uncle Ah Shun? Can you see my brother?"
Ajiu walked up the muddy path. When he saw the path between tea trees in front of him, a middle-aged man in a raincoat came down and asked quickly.
"Ajiu."
After walking down, the middle-aged man in coir raincoat responded and said with a smile: "When did you have a brother?"
"Uncle Ah Shun, what are you talking about? I asked you if you have seen my brother." Ajiu wrinkled his nose and shouted again: "Brother, go home for dinner."
"Ajiu?"
The middle-aged man in coir raincoat looked at Ajiu in confusion, as if he was not joking, and said: "When did you have a brother? What is your brother's name? Why haven't you heard of Uncle Shun?"
"I have always had a brother."
Ajiu frowned a little displeased, ignored Uncle Ashun, and continued walking towards the tea mountain, shouting: "Brother——"
"Ajiu, it's dark and foggy. What are you looking for? Brother, go back quickly."
The middle-aged man in coir raincoat reminded.
But Ajiu ignored it, which made the middle-aged man in coir raincoat frown and think for a moment. He glanced at Ajiu and continued to go down the mountain. When he came to the terraces below, he saw that there were still people planting rice seedlings, so he shouted: "It's getting dark.
go home."
"Come on."
The shamans planting rice fields responded.
"By the way, Ajiu said he was looking for a brother. When did Ajiu have a brother?"
The middle-aged man in coir raincoat said.
"What did you say? Why doesn't Ajiu have a brother?"
The sorcerer who was planting the rice plants straightened up.
"Yeah?"
The middle-aged man in coir raincoat was stunned for a moment and said, "Why don't I know? What is her brother's name? Is he separated?"
"What, isn't her brother just..."
The shaman who planted the rice seedlings was stunned for a moment, and suddenly forgot the name of Brother Ajiu, and the image of Brother Ajiu gradually faded in his mind, so he asked the people around him: "Yes, what is Brother Ajiu's name?"
Coming?"
"Does Ajiu have a brother?"
"Yes, I have."
"what is it call?"
"Eh, I can't remember at the moment... Oh, it doesn't seem like that. Ajiu seems to be alone." A shaman became a little confused and said: "It's strange. Why do I feel that Ajiu has an elder brother? It feels like I have seen him before.
…”
At this time, the existence of Brother Ajiu gradually disappeared in their minds.
And on the tea mountain.
The girl Ajiu is still looking for her brother, but has not found her brother. More and more people are saying that she does not have a brother...