In the early summer morning in Xiaobei Village, a thin layer of mist lingered on the other side of the mountains. Flocks of birds were hovering on the mountains. The crow of chickens penetrated every corner of the village early.

The sky was not sunny, and even a little gloomy. It looked like the summer rain was coming.

Jiang Hao was sleepy and filled a basin of water from the well next to the tea house. The cold well water instantly stimulated the muscles of his face that were in a comatose state, making Jiang Hao tremble hard.

Li Yu got up early and was making wonton dumplings with Aunt Su in the kitchen. Each of the wonton dumplings made by Li Yu into weird shapes was placed in a bamboo woven flat-bottomed basket, with a lot of flour on his face.

, so cute.

"The water is boiling, and the fire should be more vigorous." Aunt Su said while pinching the corners of the dumplings.

Jiang Hao wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth with the towel on his shoulder, picked up the firewood in the corner and stuffed it into the stove.

The fire was blazing, and when the wooden lid was opened, the water bubbled up in a nice rolling shape from the middle. Aunt Su picked up the dumplings and sprinkled them from the edge. Two minutes later, wontons were poured in one after another, wrapped in meat fillings and fungus and mushrooms.

The wonton dumplings have distinct colors and gradually float in the water. What hits your face is the smell of human fireworks.

"Xiao Hao, are you going to go up the mountain soon? It's going to rain."

Aunt Su sprinkled chopped green onion and coriander into the bowl, poured some pepper into it, scooped out a dozen wonton dumplings and poured them into the bowl, and scooped out a few spoonfuls of rich and fresh white broth from the boiler next to it.

Got in.

Jiang Hao couldn't wait to stuff a few dumplings, and the hot umami flavor instantly spread from his mouth.

While chewing the minced meat, he said to Aunt Su: "Several people did not agree to deliver the goods as scheduled, but I convinced them. After eating, we gathered together to pick."

Li Yu rubbed the powder on his hands and went outside to wash his hands. He looked back at the sky with a trace of worry in his eyes.

There is an unwritten rule in Xiaobei Village that cloudy days are the best time to pick tea. The quality of tea picked on rainy days is poorer and more acidic, so if it rains continuously like recently, it is not a good time to pick tea.

Jiang Hao took the bowl and drank the soup base quickly, and burped with satisfaction.

As soon as they stepped out, two teams of tea-picking teams came out of the alley. They were all carrying tea-picking bamboo baskets and wearing light-colored straw hats.

Jiang Hao put down his bowls and chopsticks, quickly picked up the book and registered the name of the person, and checked the information on the number of pounds picked on the list.

The two teams naturally formed a queue, whispering and waiting for Jiang Hao to give orders.

Except for Can Jiying and Ma Le who pretended to be sick and refused to come, everyone else was present.

After briefly looking at the approximate number, Jiang Hao counted the heads with a pencil. He took the number plates one by one skillfully and hung them on the edge of the bamboo basket. They all yawned and wiped the fog from their faces.

"This batch of goods is only 300 kilograms. Excluding yesterday, there are only two days left before delivery. So we have to work overtime to be able to deliver the goods."

Jiang Hao wrote down each person's expected number of pickings in his notebook so he could calculate the shift time.

Several tea-picking aunties began to tie face towels on the front of their hats, which not only protects them from the sun, but also prevents them from being bitten by bees or mosquitoes on the tea mountains.

Above the cascading mountains, the stacks of dark clouds are getting denser and denser, and a few small thunders can make people panic.

As soon as it rains, these tea leaves will be greatly reduced.

"Hurry up the mountain before the rain comes." The leading tea-picking aunt shouted, and everyone swarmed away.

Jiang Hao shouted towards their backs: "The road on the mountain is slippery, please pay attention to safety!"

After shouting here, Jiang Hao picked up the hoe and basket beside him, told Aunt Su a few words about Li Yu's arrangements, and then followed the large team up the mountain.

Although it is already summer, there is still a large green tea planting area on the mountain, and the trees nearby are getting taller and more lush, growing lush and green.

The winding path became slippery due to the rain. Everyone climbed step by step relying on the familiar feeling and the branches in their hands.

The rainfall in the past few days was too heavy, resulting in uneven potholes in some places.

If you are not careful, you will step into a pothole. If you fall into a big pothole, you will not be able to get up.

Jiang Hao used a hoe to remove the weeds on the path, and some of the thorns flew out, almost hitting Jiang Hao's face. He stretched out the hoe to block them, and chopped them all off.

The large team slowly walked towards the top of the tea mountain. A sudden strong wind blew through the mountains, causing everyone's straw hats to fall off and face towels to fly.

Exclamations came one after another, and everyone stretched out their hands to hold down the brim of their hats and pulled their face towels, looking really embarrassed.

"Quick, go to the side to hide from the wind."

The wind in the mountains is the most overbearing, and it rushes through without cover, leaving people with nowhere to hide. Jiang Hao saw that everyone was unprepared, so he could only help them hide in a dilapidated hut nearby.

The hut was used by Lao Zhang to store tea pesticidal supplies and some nutrients. Several of the dilapidated tile roofs had been blown off.

A group of people filed in, and the hut suddenly became crowded.

But there were already several people ahead of them who were much older than them, and there was no time to turn back and hide in the house.

On a stormy day, heavy rain will fall in an instant, leaving you with no time to buffer yourself.

As soon as Jiang Hao put down his hoe and put on the raincoat he had thrown aside, he heard a frightening roar not far away.

On the top of the hillside not far away, several young women from the tea-picking team kept waving for help, seeming extremely anxious.

"Come quickly! Someone fell down!"

When Jiang Hao heard the tea-picking aunt's cry for help, he picked up the rope in the hut without thinking, waved to Xiao Li and She Zaiming, and the three of them walked towards the top of the slope.

The rain washed away the muddy path, and a rushing yellow water flowed out of the mud, making it sticky and sticky when walking on it.

Jiang Hao didn't care about that much. The cross wind in summer was particularly wild, and if he wasn't careful, he would be blown down.

The cries for help in the pothole became more and more urgent, and the rain poured in like water, covering the lower legs of the people in the pothole in an instant.

"Hurry up, Aunt Yu has fallen!"

The tea-picking aunt shouted in a panic, it is known that Aunt Yu is Uncle Yu's wife, if Aunt Yu is a little evil, then Old Yu will not eat them all alive.

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, Jiang Hao lay down next to the pothole, visually measured the height and depth of the pothole, and shouted inside: "Aunt Yu, Aunt Yu, can you hear me?"

Several weak replies came from the pit, and the sound of rain largely obscured the clarity of the sounds.

Jiang Hao stood up and said to the aunties beside him: "Go back to the room quickly and call some men!"
Chapter completed!