641 Moving Ou

Su Xiaoxue pouted unhappily, but Song Ruiping did not compromise.

Soon, her admission procedures were finished. On the first day of school, her appearance caused a sensation on campus.

A lot of people inquired about the beautiful girl who was like a fairy girl coming out of a painting. Some people knew her identity through various means and helplessly sighed.

Her background was like a natural moat, blocking most people. Of course, some people still hoped to start a relationship with such an inspirational legend.

Su Xiaoxue received lot of love letters. The crazy wave of pursuers seemed to be coming, but they got disappointing news. She already had a favorite man.

The wondered, Who is it? Who could conquer such girl?

They guessed, but no one knew the answer.

"Chu Lian, how is Xiaoxue in school?" Song Ruiping was still worried about her daughter. After all, she had left society for two years. Although she said that the interpersonal relationships in school were relatively simple, she was still worried. She had arranged people to look after her.

Her daughter was so dazzling, how couldn't she be worried?

"When the young lady entered school, it caused a sensation. On the first day, she received a confession letter," Chu Lian said. "But, the lady said that she already had a favorite man."

"Did she say it in public?" Song Ruiping asked.

"Yes," Chu Lian said.

"Oh, that girl. But, it is good, and it will save a lot of trouble," Song Ruiping said.

"Madam, the lady told the truth," Chu Lian said.

"I know, it is Wang Yao in that mountain village," Song Ruiping said.

"It's him indeed," Chu Lian said.

Song Ruiping did not speak. She just looked quietly at the sky outside.

…

On Nanshan Hill in the mountain village, there were two rows of trees. There was another obstacle in the periphery of the Spirit gathering battle array.

"How is it, San Xian?" Wang Yao asked.

Woof! Woof! The dog's two barks seemed to exude a sense of accomplishment for his part in the construction of the wall of trees.

"The task of watering these trees will be given to you," Wang Yao said.

Woof! Woof! The dog barked began to water them with buckets.

Wang Yao went back to the medicine field. On the side of the cottage, several tea trees grew well.

Some time ago, Wang Yao forgot about them. In fact, it was the best time to pick tea leaves and process near Tomb-sweeping Day.

"Pick a part first." Wang Yao had followed the Master Xu to learn how to pick tea leaves, as well as the processing, so he knew some of the key points.

He did it quickly with swift eyes and hands. After a while, he picked entire bag of fresh tea. Generally, a pound of dry tea was from 4 or 5 pounds of fresh tea. After one year's growth, the tea bushes seemed to have been divided into more branches, which grew very well.

Wang Yao tried to process tea. He needed a hot pot to de-enzyme, stir, and fry. He was not a connoisseur. In a strict sense, he was even not novice. At most, he was a rookie.

He only knew the procedure for making tea. However, the accumulated experience was a must in some specific points and temperature controlling. Wang Yao tried, but decisively gave up. He went to Riverside Town with the semi-finished products to find Master Xu.

"Sorry, I am bothering you again," Wang Yao said.

"Hey, what is this?" Xu Maosheng asked. He looked much better than last year. "Tell the truth, in my field, being able to processing tea in such degree is rather a glory!"

"Look, I just started to fry, but I felt it was not quite right. So, I stopped," Wang Yao said while holding the tea that had just been fried in the pot.

"Let me take a look." Xu Maosheng took the tea and looked at it carefully. "No big problem."

"Are you busy this year?" Wang Yao asked.

"Not too busy. The business in the tea garden was handed over to the younger generation. I just take some time to give guidance. Now, I have much leisure time," Xu Maosheng said.

While they were speaking, the old man's wife made the tea.

"Have a taste. This is the new tea this year," Xu Maosheng said.

The tea soup was light green and gave off a pleasant aroma.

"Well, it's delicious," Wang Yao said.

"Well, let's start frying tea," Xu Maosheng said.

"I will follow you to study," Wang Yao said.

They made a fire to heat the pot for frying the tea. Xu Maosheng explained the process while doing it.

"Let me try." Wang Yao tried to try from time to time. "See the color."

"Yeah, look at the color and the shape changes," Xu Maosheng said.

He could know which degree the tea was in by just taking a look at it and reaching out to grab some.

For the whole the morning, they got a pound of dry tea.

"Let's have a try," Xu Maosheng said.

Drinking a cup of tea left a mouthful of a mint taste.

"Good tea!" Xu Maosheng praised. "This is for you."

A pound of tea was divided into four boxes. Wang Yao left a box for Xu Maosheng..

"Well, I like it very much," Xu Maosheng said..

"If you sell this tea, get at least $5,000 for one pound," Wang Yao said. "Save some to drink yourself."

"Would you stay for lunch at noon?" Xu Maosheng asked.

"Nope, there are still things I need to do in the afternoon," Wang Yao said.

By the time he left, it was nearly 1 p.m.

"Where did you go this morning?" Zhang Xiuying asked. "There were many people who came to see you for treatment."

"I went out to find someone to process tea. You and Dad can have a taste." Wang Yao left a box. His father liked to drink tea, but the tea sent by his family was still a lot. So, he couldn't finish it.

Last year's new tea became aging tea, which was a bit wasteful.

"Well, your dad is good at this. I don't dare to drink too much or I can't sleep at night," Zhang Xiuying said.

"Drink less," Wang Yao said. Tea soup should be light, not thick.

After eating something, Wang Yao went to the clinic.

In the afternoon, some patients from the morning returned. Wang Yao kept busy the whole afternoon. It was nearly dark when he saw the last patient out.

When he got home, he met Chen Ying and Chen Zhou, both of whom had just finished dinner and were taking a walk together.

"Mr. Wang," Chen Ying said.

"Taking a walk? Wang Yao asked."

"Yes, sir. There is something to tell you," Chen Ying said.

"What is it?" Wang Yao asked.

"What about the disease of Xiaozhou?" Chen Ying asked.

"There should be no problem," Wang Yao said.

"OK, we plan leave in two days," Chen Ying said. "Is there still a spare house here?"

"Ah, yes, there is," Wang Yao said.

As soon as Sun Yunsheng heard that Wang Yao asked for an old house, he promised one at once. He had absolutely no objection if Wang Yao needed a replacement house.

"It is good," Wang Yao said.

Time passed by quickly. Before one knew it, it was already May Day and hot. The residents in the mountain village began to move to the county town.

Originally, they were not anxious. After all, a new house should be lived in after a certain period since the decoration. During this time, the poisonous and harmful smells in the newly renovated houses had scattered away.

But, someone in the village got the terrible infectious disease again, which scared the villagers. Although they had gotten rid of the danger because of timely treatment, it was still true that someone got the illness again. They thought the case had ended, but it came again when everything was getting back to the normal. No one would like to have such worries in life any longer.

After the first family moved out of the mountain village, the second one did. In less than a week, nearly 20 households moved out of the mountain village. The whole village was instantly becoming desolate.

"Xiaoyao, why did the insects appear again?" Zhang Xiuying asked during a meal

"I don't know, maybe it was not because of the insects. They might be infected by something," Wang Yao said.

"It worried people, so they started to move out," Zhang Xiuying said.

Wang Yao lowered his head to eat in silence. In his opinion, moving out was sensible.

There were still insects, or there might be. He was not sure whether they had been extinct. That meant the danger might still exist. It might be dangerous if the villagers still lived here, so moving out was a wise choice.

In the evening, the mountain village was quiet. Wang Yao stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the sky. He was looking at the Qi of Nanshan Hill.

I can't see it!

He was not a Feng Shui master, so he couldn't see the so-called "dead Qi." He was very curious as to how they could see the Qi? Was it just in their imagination?