Bringing the courtyard through [delicate] lady killed like crazy

"Jiaojiao~"

Li Jiaojiao opened her eyes in a daze, her vision was still a little blurry, and the sparkling tears in her eyes made her look soft and lovely.

Lu Liang leaned over, stretched out his white, slender hand, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and whispered, "What's wrong?"

A faint and strange fragrance instantly permeated and surrounded the stunned Li Jiaojiao.

The man's breath was as mellow as another lost dream, soft, warm, charming, and omnipresent.

His eyebrows, his chest, his lips, were so close to her, so close that Li Jiaojiao didn't realize she was lying in his arms, so close that her whole body softened inch by inch.

Li Jiaojiao's consciousness, which had not yet fully come to its senses, began to blur again, as if she had fallen into an endless vortex of tenderness and was unable to extricate herself.

In a trance, I heard a soft sigh: "Jiaojiao..."

Li Jiaojiao trembled and rubbed her face with the shoulder of the person next to her. She seemed to have a fever.

Another faint sigh dissipated in the air...

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When Li Jiaojiao woke up the next day, she hid her head in the quilt and refused to come out.

Lu Liang looked at the bulging ball on the bed and chuckled, "Jiaojiao, I put the water here. After washing up, come out and have breakfast."

After hearing the sound of the door closing, Li Jiaojiao lifted the corner of the quilt after a while, revealing one eye.

After making sure that no one was in the room, he collapsed on the bed, his face flushed...

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Bai Ze felt a little strange.

These days, after waking up every day, the lady rushes out and does not come back until sunset.

The young master sat in the corridor drinking tea all day long. Although he didn't say a word, he just felt that the young master was happy.

Why is that?

The lady is not at home, so the young master is happy?

Li Jiaojiao has indeed been a bit busy these past two days.

Chen Ruolan is packing up to go to Beijing.

So except for the first day, when Chen Ruolan accompanied her to the headman's house, she was busy alone the rest of the time.

She did not properly organize and preserve the vegetables in the Lu family's backyard, so there were extra seeds in the space that could not be used up.

Just give the seeds to the village head and explain the method of planting the seeds.

The rest they will figure out on their own.

What she is busy doing now is picking tea in the mountains with a few people gathered by the village head.

The tea trees on the mountain can be picked in winter as well. The temperature is relatively low at this time and the tea trees are in a dormant state. The tea picked is mainly young buds with a light taste and a long lasting aroma.

However, due to the cold weather and lack of sunlight, the quality of the young buds produced is relatively poor. Even so, it is not comparable to the tea on the market.

During this era, tea culture was still in its infancy. Ordinary people had no chance to come into contact with it, let alone pick and make tea by themselves.

Here, tea is made by picking the leaves of tea trees, pressing the fresh leaves into cakes, and then drying them in the sun or oven.

A more sophisticated method is to make tea by steaming the leaves and making cakes. The fresh leaves are first steamed and then crushed, then made into cakes, and then dried.

Therefore, no matter the shape or taste of the tea, it cannot be compared with modern technology.

When the village head first tasted the tea that his wife brought back from the Lu family, he was shocked and said, "I'm afraid this is not the tea for the emperor to drink."

Later, when Li Jiaojiao was giving them the seeds, he asked shamelessly, saying that if he didn't ask, the Lu family would leave soon.

Where else can he drink such delicious tea in the future?

Li Jiaojiao thought that teaching everyone how to pick and make tea could be a source of income and would benefit the people of Qingshan Village.

After all, the original owner lived here for many years, and it was this landscape that supported her.

In the next few days, the village head gathered several talented people in the village who had a good relationship with the Lu family, and started learning from Li Jiaojiao.

Picking is very simple, just teach everyone the picking season and where to pick the leaves.

The difficult part is the processing.

Everyone was in the village head's yard, listening to Li Jiaojiao's explanation: "We now need to spread out the leaves we picked to dry."

While explaining, Li Jiaojiao spread the leaves evenly with her tender white hands.

"This step is called spreading the green. Only after spreading the green can you start frying."

Everyone nodded to show that they understood.

Due to time constraints, Li Jiaojiao could not wait until the time for spreading the green, so she only explained the time for spreading the green on sunny and cloudy days and the approximate appearance of the green.

We are about to start demonstrating the next step.

But Li Jiaojiao, standing in front of the big stove, was in a dilemma. She was only fourteen years old, and too thin and small to complete the frying process because she had just celebrated the Chinese New Year.

The village head's wife saw Li Jiaojiao hesitating in front of the stove and thought that something was not prepared properly, so she hurried forward and asked, "Second wife Lu, if there is any problem, if there is anything missing that needs to be prepared, please tell your aunt and she will prepare it."

Li Jiaojiao: …………

God damn, Lu Er's wife...

There was no choice but to ask someone to invite Chen Ruolan.

"Mrs. Lu, Mrs. Lu."

Jiang Jiahe is the same as her mother. The voice has arrived before she even shows up.

In the corridor of the Lu family, Lu Ling was leisurely sitting on a chair drinking tea, while Bai Ze was leaning on the side with his arms folded.

After hearing the voice, Lu Liang raised his eyebrows, put down the cup in his hand, and lowered his head to adjust his sleeves.

She is at the head of the village today.

Bai Ze stepped forward to open the door, "What's the matter?"

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Li Jiaojiao was still explaining the precautions of frying tea.

A pleasant male voice came from behind: "Jiaojiao~"

The voice is low and gentle.

Li Jiaojiao staggered: "..., why are you here?"

"let me help you."

"Do you know?"

"You tell me to do it, and I will do it."

Li Jiaojiao: …………

Now that they were here, Li Jiaojiao told Lu Liang all the steps of frying tea. You asked me to tell you, and I told you. The rest is up to you.

After listening to this, Lu Liang smiled but said nothing.

The two of them came to the stove, Bai Ze lit the fire, Li Jiaojiao supervised, and the others gathered around and watched quietly.

The fair and smooth hands manipulated the spatula skillfully.

Holding the shovel in his left hand, he gently strokes the tea leaves with his right hand, turning the tea leaves over from the bottom of the pot from time to time. Every young leaf is lifted, smoothed, and then lifted up again in his hands.

Slowly, the tea leaves begin to emit a rich aroma under the action of heat.

Li Jiaojiao was standing close, and the two scents lingering around her nose made her feel a little dizzy.

Although the process of frying tea seems simple, it requires extremely high skills and patience. You need to pay attention to the changes of the tea leaves at all times and adjust the frying strength and time.

Lu Liang's beautiful hands danced on the tea-roasting pot. As time passed, the color of the tea leaves gradually changed from emerald green to dark green, and the aroma became more intense.

Finally, the fire is ready, and the tea leaves are gently scooped out and placed in a bamboo basket that has been prepared on the side.

Lu Liang turned around and asked, "Jiaojiao, how is it?"

how is it?

Li Jiaojiao: "Okay, very good."

Some people are born to be God's favorites and are good in every way.

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