Across the Far Mountain Tea Farmers

Madam Qian herself did not have the style of those girls under her command, on the contrary, she didn't stick to details, and there was not even makeup on her face.

In Wen Lun's words, she is a woman.

A female man kept a bunch of goblins in front of him, Wen Lun said he couldn't figure it out.This is not to make up for what is lacking.But it's not easy for Wen Lun to find out if it's someone else's business.To him, Mrs. Qian, a noblewoman in the capital, was nothing more than a guest who needed to be entertained.Moreover, they have prepared so many maids themselves, so there is no need for him to prepare anything more carefully.

"The condition of Dacha Village is no better than that of the capital city. I hope Madam Qian will forgive me for any inconvenience." Wen Lun said politely, but actually pushed his own responsibility as the master.

Wen Lun's impression of those little fairies was not only bad, it was simply bad.Mrs. Shangshu has such a precious status, she will be neglected wherever she lives, and she will be wronged by whatever she uses.Anyway, he is also a second-rank imperial order, so he doesn't need to be flattered, as long as he can live with face.

Because it is "madam diplomacy", Xiong Da just showed his face and went to the tea garden.

Madam Qian followed up with a few polite words, and followed Wen Lun directly to the tea house.

The rooms in the tea house have been furnished, not gorgeous, but all kinds of comfort.Of course, in the sound of the craftsmen's non-stop work every day, it is not quiet at all.

Wen Lun pretended to say a few words of neglect again, but his gesture was no different from throwing a hot potato.

Madam Qian watched Wen Lun walk out of the tea house, turned to face her girl, and said slowly, "Speak." How could Lun's negative emotions, which he didn't hide at all, be able to hide from Madam Qian's eyes?

With just two words, the faces of the little girls turned pale, and they explained clearly what happened after going up the mountain.

After hearing this, Mrs. Qian was almost laughed angrily: "It's my fault. I used to indulge you too much. I only hope that one of you will give us the Qian family one day..." As she said that, Mrs. Qian also felt bitter in her heart.She kept these girls by her side, not for anything else, just to look good, and hoped that one of them would one day win some glory and give her a grandson.If it wasn't for the fact that her son killed three fiancées in a row, and now the entire government and the public are famous, there would be no need for her to make such a bad move.

In Madam Qian's view, the qualifications of these girls are not important.When the child is born, he will be raised in front of her. It is better than anything else to teach it well.If the child's mother is smart enough, it's not impossible to consider giving her the title of concubine.

But the maids from other people's houses are all changing their ways to climb onto the master's bed. The maids she raises specially for bed climbing are good, and they all behave well to their young master.

When the maids heard Madam Qian's unfinished words, their faces turned even more pale.In other big families, there are always a few good-looking girls who are raised in front of the young master, who are the young masters.These girls are the best way out among the servants, and it will not be difficult for them to become half masters in the future.But in the Qian family, who would dare to climb into the master's bed? !

Mr. Qian is an iron rooster, and he already had objections to Mrs. Qian raising them. As long as Mr. Qian glanced at them, they didn't need to say anything, and they had to doubt themselves, how much food was wasted.

The young master Xiaoqian's reputation is even more terrifying.At the age of three, Ke died of her cousin; at the age of 12, she had just combined her horoscope, and the girl had a cold; at the age of 15, she had just discussed marriage, and the girl was walking in her garden, and she fell down and hit her head on a rockery. , It is also the fragrance that disappears and the jade dies.Oh, by the way, we have to count one who was married with the fingertips and had a direct miscarriage.

With such a reputation, their lives are also their lives at the moment. The master doesn't cherish it, but they themselves do.Before, there were unbelieving girls who climbed into the bed, one fell into the lotus pond and drowned; the other was even worse, bumped into the assassin who had entered the mansion, and was immediately snapped.This kind of thing has never happened in the entire Shangshu Mansion, and it just happened.

Therefore, Lord Xiaoqian is still an older unmarried youth.

Mrs. Qian's life went smoothly, except for this son.Now she doesn't ask her son to marry a serious wife, as long as she has a son.

It's just that Mrs. Qian is completely obsessed with shaving her head. Not only does the girl she deliberately chooses keep her son at a respectful distance, but even her son has no interest in these beautiful goblins at all.

Wen Lun ignored Mrs. Qian's entanglement and hurried to the tea garden.

In the barn, Xiong Da personally delivered the baby donkey's daughter-in-law, and Hua Yong was beside him.

When Wen Lun arrived, a little gray donkey had already landed.The little donkey stood guard outside, calling softly to his wife and daughter.

Seeing his wife coming, Xiong Da frowned: "Why are you here now? It smells so bad." As he spoke, he didn't see his daughter-in-law directly sticking to him as before, but backed away After a few steps, I walked to the downwind vent, and pointed to another place, "Daughter-in-law, stand over there, yes, go there. You can't smell it there."

Wen Lun stood there for a while, then walked to Xiong Da's side.He is a rough guy, how can he be so noble?

"I know it smells bad, so why don't I hurry up and wash it." There is a bathing place in the tea garden, but it's not as delicate as at home.

Xiong Da obviously didn't care too much, and simply mentioned lightness kung fu: "Wait for me for a while, I'll be fine soon." By the time the last word fell, the person was nowhere to be seen.

Wen Lun was immediately envious.Usually, he is run around by Xiong Da on his back, and he has never been on the sidelines like this.And at that time, Xiong Da's speed would be deliberately slowed down, unlike now, it was almost like flying.

Wen Lun raised his head and thought about the Flying Immortal Heaven he was thinking about, and then lowered his head and thought about his health-preserving boxing ([-]).

So, when Xiong Da finished rinsing and ran over again, he found that his daughter-in-law's eyes were particularly unfriendly, and the last two steps were subconsciously slowed down.What's wrong?Wife angry?

Wen Lun ordered: "Teach me to learn Qinggong." According to his observations over the years, Qinggong, which is very mysterious in his eyes, is actually very popular in Qi State, and it should not be difficult.Look at Huayong, a doctor, and Song Lin, a scholar, they all know it, and their level is not low.He doesn't want to reach such a high level, he just wants to be able to go out by himself after winter, can't he not be carried by Xiong Da?

It's not that he doesn't want to make Xiong Dabei.But they are still young now, is it possible that he will have a big back when he gets old?There is always a time when people are old and weak...Wen Lun can't stop thinking about it, he just thinks that his little raccoon is so old that his tail is bald.

As the closest person to Wen Lun, Xiong Da certainly understands that his daughter-in-law's body is actually not weak now.Even at the beginning, it was only because of continuous changes, after recuperation, and Huayong was on the mountain, he could make adjustments to Wen Lun's body from time to time, Wen Lun can be said to be healthier than ordinary people.

It's just that Wen Lun's attribute is rather homely, with a little white face mixed with the black-skinned mountain people on the mountain, at first glance he looks weak.

It is not impossible for the daughter-in-law to learn lightness kung fu.Xiong Da was a little embarrassed: "Then shall we start practicing tomorrow morning?"

Wen Lun made a final decision: "Evening class starts today." Just do what you say, he is so efficient!

Therefore, Wen Lun started running laps with Xiong Da in the evening.

Xiong Da: "Today is the first day, just run from home to the tea garden and come back."

Xiong Da: "Go back and ask Bihe to sew two sandbags, and put them on the leggings tomorrow."

Xiong Da: "Don't breathe randomly..."

After returning home, Wen Lun was in the shape of a dead dog. He was hugged by Xiong Da to wash and massage him: "Work harder on the first day, and ask Uncle Hua for some herbal medicine to relieve fatigue..."

Wen Lun: I don't even want to think about running laps tomorrow.

He was very tired during the day, but Wen Lun had a good night's sleep.When he woke up the next day, his legs had been fully massaged by Xiong Da, but there was no soreness in his memory.

Xiong Da tied two sandbags to his daughter-in-law, which were heavy and weighed several kilograms.

Wen Lun's heart was also very heavy, but thinking that he was walking on the road of flying immortals outside the sky, he puffed up his chest in an instant: "Go! Run around!"

Laifu ran along with him.Soon one person and one dog all started sticking out their tongues.

Running laps has become a traditional sport in Dacha Village.I used to run in winter, but then I felt that running twice every morning didn't take much time, didn't delay anything, and my body became stronger, so I persisted.Many people don't regard this as a sport, but more as an entertainment.Walking around the field every day, I can pick a vegetable by the way.

Now it has formed a scene.Tourists who come to Dacha Village will watch the old and young in the village run around every morning and evening, and some people directly join in.

Madam Qian was a little surprised.The girls have been watching it for two days, so they said it directly.

Madam Qian waved her hand: "Let's run together."

Facts have proved that Mrs. Qian is just a woman with a strong personality, and a weak woman who lacks physical exercise.He went out aggressively, and was carried back with his last breath.

Master Xiaoqian who came to pay his respects at night twitched his lips, not knowing what to say, so when he saw Bi He, one of the leaders, he whispered something, asking her to take care of her.

Teacher Bihe didn't care, he taught me to run laps to exercise, it's a small matter.

The next day, Madam Qian's exercise plan was put on the agenda.

In the morning, as soon as Mrs. Qian finished washing, Bihe came: "Don't run around with Mrs. Qian in the morning. The environment on the mountain is not as good as the flat land. People have to get used to it for a few days before they can recover." Her young master said, this is called Altitude sickness, "Why don't Mrs. Qian follow her for a while?"

There are also many boxers in the village. After all, not everyone is suitable for running circles, especially those with weak legs.The terrain on the mountain is complex, and only the native mountain people can walk on the flat ground.Many young ladies who have just arrived can even wrestle while walking.

The villagers also boxed, but they just played health-preserving boxing every morning.There is not a big enough place in the village, all of them are in their own yards.

Except for the few rooms where Mrs. Qian and the maids lived in the tea house today, the other places are empty, which is perfect for practicing boxing.

Madam Qian opened her posture...

Wen Lun, Xiong Da and Hua Yong had already gathered together at this time.

Cuilian was ironing a plain white tea set beside her.Put a few whole dried flowers in the teacup, let the boiled mountain spring water stand for a while, and brew it down.

The fragrance of flowers is full, and the tea soup is gorgeous.

Cuilian's eyes showed a bit of surprise.

Wen Lun smiled.Things like scented tea, even if the taste may not be delicious, can still be sold well.Humans are more or less visual creatures.

Xiong Da took a sip, and he really didn't like it very much: "It will be released this autumn, and will it be sold in teahouses?"

Wen Lun shook his head: "No, sell them in mountain goods stores. Let the villagers make them. The flowers on the mountains are not easy to collect, and the quantity can't increase. Let them earn some household subsidies."