Jiang Hao turned his head and saw that the person who screamed was actually Fanshu Chang. He was holding on to a tree next to the tea mountain. His panic-stricken face came into view, and his whole body was dangling in the air.

In the middle, next to it are the ruins that were half destroyed by mudslides, and you can see the cliffs as far as the eye can see.

Several people's faces turned pale with fright when they saw this scene. They rushed to his side with lightning speed. Several people reached out and grabbed his hand. The tension of tearing made their fingers have clear knuckles and blood vessels were prominent.

"Hold on and don't let go!"

Jiang Hao almost suppressed his internal injuries and his face was red. After half of the mountainside was washed away by the mudslide, there was a bottomless pit under the tea mountain. Even if he fell in, he would be paralyzed even if he survived.

Snake Ming also pulled hard, but Fanshu Chang's face turned pale with fright, and his legs were shaking tremblingly.

The cross wind on the mountainside was raging, blowing the branches and swaying, making their rescue more difficult. The howling wind made Fanshu Chang's body swing back and forth. The few of them could only look at each other and use their hands to exert force.

Drag the person up.

Lying on the ground and smelling the fragrance of the earth, Sweet Potato Chang let out a big sigh of relief. His narrow escape was so thrilling that he was still trembling all over.

Xiaoli and Fui Shuihui lay paralyzed on the side, squeezing the muscles and bones in their palms and rubbing them. The weight of Fanshu Chang almost destroyed their palms.

Jiang Hao gasped and looked at them. Looking at Fanshu Chang's embarrassed appearance, he simply turned over and lay on his back looking at the sky.

It's really blue, and the sky has cleared up for several days after the heavy rain.

Fortunately, no one was killed during this risky tea-picking adventure, and it was considered a blessing from God.

Jiang Hao thought like this, heaved a sigh of relief and got up, patted the dirt on his hands, gave them a wink, and continued to pick up tea with his basket on his back.

Several others also came to their senses and picked the tea stamens carefully.

As the sun was about to set, they had harvested half of the tea mountains, carrying baskets full of harvest.

"Hurry to the tea house to fry tea. After frying, we will go to the provincial capital tonight."

Jiang Hao glanced at the nearly bare tea mountains. Most of the tea pistils had been picked, and it would take at least a month to wait for a new batch of tea leaves. If they did not go to the provincial capital to sell this batch of tea, they would all face a cruel famine problem.

The tea-picking team was almost disbanded, and there was no one else in the tea-making room except Aunt Su coming in and out.

As night falls, the long-lost green smoke rises from the tea house, and the aroma of tea leaves fills the entire tea farm. The white smoke from the chimney is particularly obvious in the remaining sunset glow of the night.

The tea leaves sizzled in the scalding hot pot, turning from green to burnt yellow, and rolled into a long and thin shape.

"Okay, after the weigh-in, everyone will go back and pack away their belongings. I'll see you at the entrance of the village later."

Jiang Hao poured the tea leaves, put them into a snakeskin bag, tied the mouth of the bag, weighed it, recorded it, and finished it in one go.

After fussing for almost an hour, several bags of tea were ready to go, and Jiang Hao went home to pack a few clothes.

A group of people stood at the entrance of the village, and Aunt Su stuffed a few bags of rice noodles and steamed buns into each of their arms. The warm temperature stuffed into their stomachs was a bit scorching.

Jiang Hao called the tractor in advance. Several people carried all the tea bags to the car and climbed onto the car. In the dark night, the tractor's headlight was particularly dazzling. In the bright and flickering lights,
Chapter completed!