The backdrop can also be propped up.

“It seems that, apart from Fu Qu and Chen Yi’an, everyone’s work is related to tea,” Bai Xingyi said, tapping his fingers.

“No,” Chen Yi’an said, “part of my water-carrying is to the tea plantation, so I have some connection with the tea plantation.”

Gu Huayang said, "Indeed, half of the things written on my rule sheet are related to tea, such as inspecting the tea plantation."

"Then isn't my task very abnormal?" Fu Qu was a little worried. Even if he was stupid, he knew that his current profession was a bit wrong - everyone else had some direct or indirect relationship with tea, but he was a teacher who was completely out of place in the entire tea plantation.

Fang Cheng kept his head down, still hesitating whether to take out the two little figures he had acquired, each with a certain degree of God's perspective.

After chatting, the group finished their dinner—because there really wasn't much food.

Following Gu Huayang's instructions, Fang Cheng placed the bowls and chopsticks in their corresponding places, and then heard a "Huh?"

"What's that hanging on your belt?" Gu Huayang looked at the small lamp hanging on Fang Cheng's waist with some curiosity.

“Ah, I found this at the window of my room,” Fang Cheng explained. “I was going to pick tea tonight, but it also said that I shouldn’t walk outside after dark, and if I did, I should bring a small lamp.”

"Ah, I see." Gu Huayang seemed to be deep in thought, while Bai Xingyi on the other side also seemed to be thinking about something.

After thinking about it, Bai Xingyi realized she hadn't checked out the housing yet, so she decided to take advantage of this free time to go back and take a look—she needed to go out at night, and if the housing rules stipulated that one had to carry a lantern at night, then she would be in trouble.

"Dong—dong—dong—dong—dong—dong—" The bell rang again.

Upon hearing this sound, Fang Cheng thought about his work schedule and hurriedly ran to the window to check.

From this angle, you can't see the huge sundial, but you can still see the clock embedded in the wall below it.

Sure enough, the clock showed exactly 6 o'clock.

Fang Cheng hurriedly ran towards his house, grabbed the other two baskets, and jogged all the way to the entrance of the tea garden.

We arrived a bit early; the tea garden wouldn't open for another 5 minutes.

Fang Cheng didn't rush in; he stood at the entrance of the tea garden waiting for the 7 o'clock bell to ring.

The black mist had dissipated from the tea garden, but Fang Cheng could still vaguely see several white objects moving around within it. Their bodies were highly transparent, allowing him to faintly see the tea trees growing inside.

"Dong—dong—dong—dong—dong—dong—dong—" As the seven bells rang, the white, fluffy things disappeared one after another.

Only then did Fang Cheng see the sunset on the horizon and hear a creak as the gate opened on its own.

Fang Cheng carefully walked in, taking one step at a time, and after confirming that there were no problems, he began to pick tea leaves.

Lu Renkui and the system WQBYRZM also came out to help Fang Cheng pick tea leaves.

While picking tea leaves, Fang Cheng heard a "Hey".

It was a girl's voice, very familiar, sounding like the young lady who assigned them the task.

Fang Cheng turned around and saw a girl wearing a cheongsam that looked like blue and white porcelain, her hair tied up, smiling and waving at him. Remembering that the young lady sometimes came to inspect things, Fang Cheng was asked to respond when she came over. He put down his basket, took two steps, and then suddenly felt something was wrong—wasn't it a sunny day?

Fang Cheng looked up and checked the weather again. The bright red sunset on the horizon told her that it was indeed a sunny day with not a cloud in the sky.

The young lady doesn't like sunny days.

So the one waving at her now is... the Second Miss! Fang Cheng shuddered and turned back to picking tea leaves.

Seeing that the tea-picking girls in the tea garden were ignoring her, the girl in the blue-and-white porcelain cheongsam called out again, "Come here, tell me, how did your picking go today? Come here! Come here!"

Fang Cheng bit his lip tightly, forcing himself to ignore the sounds and people outside the tea garden.

The girl outside called for a long time, but when the new tea-picking girl didn't come over, she turned and left.

When Fang Cheng saw the girl turn and leave, and since he was unharmed, he knew that it was indeed the Second Miss who had come, pretending to be the Eldest Miss to lure him into breaking the rules.

With the help of the two little people, Fang Cheng picked tea leaves much faster. However, it still took a while to fill two baskets.

Finally, as the clock struck 9 p.m., Fang Cheng, using the dim light of the kerosene lamp, once again managed to leave the tea garden just in time.

The gate to the tea garden slammed shut, and the black fog of the day and the white phantom of the evening appeared inside.

Besides them, there seemed to be specks of red in the air, which smelled very unpleasant.

Fang Cheng frowned, not daring to look any longer. He carried a basket on each arm, a lamp in his left hand, and a basket in his right, and walked into the kitchen.

Just then, Bai Xingyi came out of the kitchen and met the two girls carrying lanterns.

After hearing Fang Cheng's purpose for coming to the kitchen, Bai Xingyi asked if she should brew some tea and send it to the young lady.

“No, the rules say I have to cook it myself,” Fang Cheng said.

"Alright then, oh, by the way, remember not to talk to the person tending the fire," Bai Xingyi instructed.

"Ah, okay, I understand." Fang Cheng didn't even realize his voice was trembling when he said this—was there anyone else in the kitchen besides Bai Xingyi?

Seeing the little girl trembling in front of him, Bai Xingyi sighed, patted Fang Cheng on the shoulder, and said, "As long as you ignore her, it'll be fine. Don't do anything she does, understand?"

"Okay, I understand." Fang Cheng nodded, then looked at the empty kitchen with some trepidation.

"Alright, I'm off then. The firewood is on the left side of the door, remember to take it." After saying this, Bai Xingyi hurriedly left—her room rules stated that she could not return to her room after 10 o'clock.

Fang Cheng looked at the dark kitchen, where only moonlight and his own kerosene lamp provided illumination, and swallowed hard.

Fang Cheng suppressed his fear and stopped trembling before going inside and finding a small stove.

Fang Cheng first put down the three baskets of tea he was carrying, then went to the corner of the wall and picked up a few pieces of firewood.

After borrowing firewood from the kerosene lamp, Fang Cheng put the firewood on the small stove and filled a pot with water. She then placed the water on the stove and waited for it to boil so she could make tea.

"Click, click." The sound of a stool moving suddenly came from the corner of the wall.

Remembering Bai Xingyi's suggestion, Fang Cheng didn't dare to move around, but he also didn't dare to look around. He could only stare intently at the teapot that was boiling water.

The thing that made the noise didn't seem satisfied with the equation's response, so it made even more noise—every now and then it would open the pot lid, pick up a spatula, and stir-fry vegetables in the empty pot; it would kick the pile of firewood, and the sound of the firewood falling to the ground would make anyone's bones tremble.