Zhuangzhuang likes small animals and immediately said to Mu Run excitedly: "Mom, give me a hug."
Madam Qiao continued, "That's not possible. Although it is small, its mouth is very sharp. Don't hurt the young master. Or should my aunt take it, you can touch its hair?"
Mu Run gave her the eagle, "Well, Zhuangzhuang listen to Aunt Qiao."
Zhuangzhuang had no choice but to agree, "Okay, then I'll touch its wings."
Along the way, the village seemed to have found something fun, and teased the eagle from time to time.
Mu Runze talked to Yaoyao about some of her going to the village.
"You said, how many times did your sister come here? You haven't seen her once?"
"Well. I know that things are so far, I can't blame her entirely, but I really don't want to see her right now."
"First, as you like. But don't be too distracted by your sister."
"No. She also knows what I mean, and will not come again now." Yaoyao held Mu Run and looked at the steps up the mountain, "I'm much better now."
"That's good, remembering yourself is the most important thing." Mu Run patted her hand.
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Along the way, there were tea pickers who had gained a lot of money down the mountain. Some of them did not know Mu Run, but they knew Miss Qiao and Yaoyao, and greeted him enthusiastically.
There are also old people who have picked tea with Mu Run or attended Mu Run and Fu Yunchen's wedding. When they saw Mu Run, they were shocked at first, but then they saw Mu Run waved to them to stop him, and then swallowed the words "Her Majesty the Queen" back.
He also saluted respectfully.
The mountain temple is built in front of an ancient tea tree. It is not big, but it is very clean and tidy. The tributes include chicken, duck, fish, meat, fruit and tea, which is really rich.
Mu Run also bowed and brought Zhuangzhuang to burn incense to the Chongyang Mountain God. Then he looked at the golden body of the Chongyang Mountain God, which looked quite similar to his original appearance.
"Who carved the statue of the mountain god?" Mu Run asked Miss Qiao.
Madam Qiao replied: "It's an old craftsman in the village, and everyone calls him Laomao."
"Old cat?" Mu Run thought for a while, and seemed to have some impression.
"He is quite old, almost hundreds of years old. He has been critically ill several times, but he can escape danger every time. So everyone says that he is a cat, has nine lives, and can survive."
"It's better to have a good feng shui in our Chongyang Mountains." Mu Run smiled.
Yaoyao said, "Yes, I don't want to leave. When the inn opens, I will go back to the inn to work hard."
Mu Run said, "Yes. I heard from Yang Yang that he was planning to find a friend. His wife always had to go out for medical treatment, and sometimes she looked like she was busy for a day."
"Then let him stop looking for someone, I can go there now." Yaoyao said anxiously.
Mu Run nodded, "Okay, I'll tell him when I look back."
After worshiping the mountain god, Mu Run took Zhuangzhuang and taught him how to pick tea green.
The Zhuangzhuang is a small man and his hand is quite strong. In a short while, he picked a handful and handed it to Mu Run. He raised his red face and waited for praise.
Mu Run pinched his beautiful little face and praised, "It's great. I'll use the tea green we picked today to stir-fry a pot of tea, okay?"
"Okay!" Zhuangzhuang ran to other places to pick tea.
Madam Qiao chased and stared at him reluctantly, fearing that he would make any mistake.
Mu Run also started to pick leaves, and from time to time I would smell the fragrance of green leaves, which actually tasted very much, not inferior to spring tea.
"It's really a good mountain, everything looks good." Mu Run exclaimed.
Yaoyao borrowed bamboo baskets from other tea pickers and put Mu Runcai's tea in, "Madam, how long will you live here?"