Perhaps occasionally looking up at the stars and thinking about life can really purify the soul. What is reflected in the vulgar life is that when Rong Qian and Yan Zhen were closer the next day, Yan Lang felt warm when he saw it, but he was no longer as sad as yesterday.

With Yan Zhen accompanying Rong Qian, Yan Lang went to work hard after he arrived at the tea garden on the mountain.

"A new batch of seedlings in Dongyuan need to be pinched..."

"Where did this batch of tea seedlings come from the nursery?"

Yan Lang and Zhou Da, the manor's manager, walked in the staircase tea room in the South Garden, whispering.

The crisp laughter of young girls as bright as copper bells came from a distance. Yan Lang stood up and looked at him with his eyes narrowed, unable to help but smile.

Zhou Da also followed the young master's gaze and saw the young master wearing a blue coat and wrapped in a headscarf of the same color. He immediately understood why the young master smiled.

"The young grandma is gentle and polite to others. The girls who pick tea like the young grandma very much. Of course, the lady is also very good."

It has been almost ten days since we came to Nanshan Tea Garden. At first, Rong Qian and Yan Zhen were quite abide by the rules. At most, they would take their subordinates up the stream to find the source of water. After they came back, they found a mountain pavilion with elegant scenery to cook tea and eat snacks, which was very consistent with their identities.

Yan Lang had just finished pruning a garden of tea trees. When he looked back, he was amused by the rules of the two.

In order to show the two of them a demonstration, Yan Lang took them deep into the forest for hunting and picnics, and then went to someone else's fruit forest garden to pick fruits and vegetables and go back to do it by himself. The things that were tormented didn't taste very good, but they also had a unique feeling of pastoral life.

Since then, Rong Qian and Yan Zhen have understood that they can still play like this, so when Yan Lang gets busy again, the two of them are no longer as bored as before, cooking tea in the tea garden to pass the time.

When Yan Lang went out this morning, Rong Qian was excited to change into a short shirt sewn by a tea-picking girl to facilitate work. The hem of the skirt was only at the knees, revealing the trousers of the same color inside.

This was the first time Rong Qian was willing to change into an old cheongsam and try other clothes. Yan Lang looked at it and felt it was fresh. He was thinking about how to persuade Rong Qian to change her dress for him after she went back.

Now, I saw Rong Qian standing under the blue sky and white clouds in the green tea room. I felt that her wife was indeed as beautiful as a fairy.

In fact, this is not the time to pick tea, but the tea seedlings just planted in spring this year need to be topped. Before the top, there is a tea girl willing to come to pick the buds on it, so she doesn't care about it in the tea garden.

Some tea pickers pick them and make them into some face-washing creams after picking them, while some families like to drink this sip of tea. They pick them and fry them and put them in.

As for selling it, it is basically impossible. Fried tender buds like this do not have the tea flavor that people like.

"Sister-in-law, it's the eldest brother!"

Yan Lang was admiring his wife when he suddenly heard Yan Zhen crying with laughter.

Rong Qian, who was talking to someone while burying her head and clumsyly picking tea buds, looked up and happened to face Yan Lang's eyes.

The two looked at each other for a moment and smiled. Rong Qian continued to lower her head to pick tea. Yan Lang turned to talk to Zhou Da, and continued to go to the east garden while walking hurriedly.

Some of the tea pickers who were standing next to him were already in a state of disturbance because they met the young master. Some of them were about to joke with the young master to get closer. Unexpectedly, the young master actually smiled and turned around and left again. They didn't even come over to talk to the young master as they imagined.

Suddenly the atmosphere became awkward. Some people were thinking about it, while others were cautiously bowing their heads to pick the tender buds and keeping them quiet.

"Brother isn't there to accompany us, are you that busy?"

Although Yan Zhen was praised by some people in the school as a little "why not eat meat minced meat", he did not lose his sensitivity to people's hearts, and now he naturally felt a subtle change in the atmosphere.

Rong Qian smiled and tilted her head to look at Yan Zhen, "Isn't it busy? We don't know how big the tea garden is. Now your brother is in charge of many things, and we can't wait too long here. I guess we will go back in the next few days."

So far, I have been staying in Nanshan Tea Garden for almost ten days. In the past two days, people who have unknown identities in Rongcheng have come to Yan Lang to deliver messages more and more frequently. Rong Qian knows that Yan Lang has other and more important things to do in Rongcheng this time, so she guesses that Yan Lang will end the matter in Nanshan as soon as possible.

Yan Zhen was not really complaining about her elder brother, but just wanted to mutter to relieve the discomfort that might arise in her sister-in-law.

But when he heard Rong Qian say that he would probably go back soon, he threw all the embarrassment behind him, and quickly pulled Rong Qian's arm and asked, "Sister-in-law, we are going back? No, didn't you say you would stay here for a month?"

Yan Zhen already has many plans to travel around the country and the rivers before they can implement it, so why did he suddenly say he was leaving?

The tea pickers who had already had various thoughts were also shocked. The lively and bold ones also asked Rong Qian, "Grandma, are you really leaving?"

"Yes, we also said that we were going to make the unique refreshments here together to let the young lady and the third lady try them together!"

"Grandma, if you leave, we will be bored again."

"That's right, Miss, we'll be holding a lotus-picking meeting here for a while, it's so fun!"

...

Some people are sincere, and some people hope to be with their grandmother, Miss Yan San, everywhere. They can't say that they can get a little friendship and ask for some grace if they have a longer life.

Some people also thought that a person like a banished immortal like the Young Master Family was leaving so soon, and they felt uncomfortable, and the reluctance on their faces seemed to be full of sincerity.

Rong Qian couldn't stand it, but she didn't need to resist these people, but it was enough to smile and say nothing.

Although everyone has gotten along well these days, it is impossible for Rong Qian to be equally acquainted with the tea pickers, whether it is the education that Rong Qian has received or the social environment of her life for more than 20 years.

Not to mention Rong Qian, even Yan Zhen has no such idea at all.

After Yan Lang finished his work on tea seedlings, he asked Zhou Da to summon a few people to take charge, and asked and asked again and again. He was not finished until there was only a colorful cloud in the sky.

Although the temperature on Nanshan Mountain would drop in the evening, Yan Lang was anxious to go back to the yard to have dinner with Rong Qian and Yan Zhen. He walked a little anxiously on the way, his hair on his temples was slightly wet. Yan Lang took the handkerchief and lowered his eyes to wipe his sweat.

Because there was another news from the foot of the mountain, Yan Lang temporarily sent Desheng and took people to the mountain from the hidden path.

Zhou Da wanted to re-arrange two personal servants for Yan Lang.

The servants on the spot were excited, but Yan Lang was not used to it. To be honest, if it weren't for Desheng growing up with him, Yan Lang, who had long been used to being alone abroad, wouldn't even Desheng stay with him.

Thinking of Desheng, Yan Lang naturally remembered the incident of Jun and Fire Manufacturing Research Office. This was not even revealed by those who had previously supported Miss Ming to perform diplomacy in Pingcheng. All this must be kept secret.

What Yan Lang didn't tell Rong Qian was that in fact, he came to Nanshan Tea Garden this time, not because he was free, but because he needed to use this place to cover it.

First of all, Nanshan tea gardens cover a wide area, and there are many places with uninhabited dense forests. There are also little-known trails to go up and down the mountain in the dense forests.

Secondly, Nanshan is not far from Rongcheng and is not close, so it is legitimate for him to come here.

Rong Qian knew that he was busy going back to Rongcheng to deal with the matter, but it was the preparations for the research room and factory of the tea-related industrial chain that was placed on the surface.

However, at the beginning, Yan Lang brought Rong Qian over, and wanted to slowly reveal what she wanted to do to her, but by chance he brought another third sister.

Although the third sister was her own girl, Yan Lang knew her personality well, so he gave up the idea and thought that she was really just taking them over for a walk and having fun.

Yan Lang thought about it and just wiped his hand twice. He had not even put away his handkerchief, and a young girl suddenly jumped out from behind a bush of camellia on the side of the road.

It is better to say it is a girl than a girl, because she looks petite and delicate, not very old, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and it was when Xiaohe showed her sharp corners.

The other party has a small melon-shaped face. The facial features on the face are not very delicate, but they can only be said to be pretty. But the wonder is that the eyes are very moist. When they pursed their lips stubbornly, they really have the intention of saying a word but stopping.

At this moment, the girl blushed with her face and her hands holding her white-washed water-blue short shirt, pursing her lips and looking up at Yan Lang. Her eyes were rippled, full of shyness and admiration.

Yan Lang is not uncommon for such a look. After all, Yan Lang is also the only male in the generation of the No. 1 tea merchant family in Jiangnan. He is good-looking and has a good temperament. From the time he was fourteen years old, there were many maids in Yan's house who were self-confident and beautiful and wanted to fly to the branch to change their destiny.

Even in the past few years, Yan Lang has met him outside, and even encountered more bold and unrestrained invitations in Western countries.

At this moment, Yan Lang looked up and understood. He was stunned for a moment, and then his face calmly walked around the girl a few steps away, preparing to cross the other party and continue to rush to his wife.

He ignored his feelings and did not expose or scolded him. This was already the last tolerance that Yan Lang could give him.

If the other party is a little clever or still has a hint of shame, then you should wait quietly for Yan Lang to leave.

But the girl didn't feel the tolerance from the young master at all, and she never thought of resigning. She really liked the young master. Even if she could stay by her side to serve her in the end, she was willing to do so.

It was fine before, but now God has let her meet an excellent man like the young master, so how can she force herself to accept those vulgar ordinary people in the future?

The girl turned around and knelt on the ground, kowtowed deeply to Yan Lang's back, "Young Master, my name is Wanwan, Young Master, can I follow you to serve you?"

Yan Lang had no pause at all, and even his emotions did not change at all.

Although Zhao Wanwan knocked her forehead heavily to the ground, she kept observing Yan Lang from the corner of her eyes.

Seeing that Yan Lang was not moved or hesitant at all, Zhao Wanwan gritted her teeth, stood up, rushed up from behind, and spread her arms out of everything to try to hug Yan Lang's waist from behind.

Although there are not many people here, the road is not remote. As long as she opens her throat and pretends to be too shy, she will definitely attract people nearby.

When others see her hugging her and the young master, they will definitely accept her for her reputation with such a glorious figure.

As long as she can stay with the young master, Zhao Wanwan believes that she can definitely impress the young master with her sincere heart, so that she can gain a place in the young master's heart...

Yan Lang looks gentle, but it does not mean that he is really a weak scholar. On the contrary, Yan Lang is the only heir to the Yan family's grandchildren. Since childhood, Yan Lang has been learning the kung fu masters he hired with his grandfather to learn how to defend himself.

Later, when I went to Europe to study and study abroad, I realized that I only used close-up skills to prevent myself, and I learned how to use thermal weapons.

Even though Yan Lang had his back to Zhao Wanwan at the beginning, he had been integrated into Yan Lang's bones when dealing with strangers.

At this moment, I heard the sound of Zhao Wanwan standing up behind me, and a gust of wind blew over me. Yan Lang immediately turned sideways, and his left hand slapped out with a palm and a slammed out with a palm wind.

Zhao Wanwan only felt a sudden pain in her left shoulder, and then a picture of the sky and the earth turning upside down appeared in front of her. With a muffled sound, Zhao Wanwan, who was falling back down, felt that her heart was about to be thrown out.

Zhao Wanwan couldn't speak for a long time, and she couldn't even make it cry and moaning.

There is nothing else, just because the tone in my chest has not been raised yet.

The author has something to say:==This chapter sends thirty red envelopes===

I just arrived home tonight and finally settled down. In addition, Sichuan was really frozen to death. It was so wet and cold that people shrank into shrimp balls when they were drilling into bed.

I will try my best to make up for the previous updates later. Thank you for your patience for waiting [Tearing

I want to discuss something with you. I feel that I don’t know if this book is written for a long time, and I am not in good condition, and the things I write are not very good. My current idea is to slow down the world after the end of this world, write another book first, and then write it after the recovery is achieved. I hope to write the next few worlds better.

In addition, I still want to write this book longer. Maybe if I have a better condition in the future, I can add some more worlds to write slowly. I don’t know what everyone’s opinions are. I hope everyone will express their opinions positively. After all, I want to show you what I wrote.

ps: I recommend my third sister's article "Stepmother Always Want to Run away [90s]", to see how the stepmother who is not virtuous at all, just wants to run a household registration and run away (struggle) to survive~
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