The sky was blue, the mountain air, every breath made people smile from the bottom of their hearts. The wind, through the tall and handsome bamboo forest, a rustling sound, hiding in the mountain cliff drainage pipe Sven Hao's red frog, with wide eyes, a face of immaculate look at the beautiful world outside the tube, but also stared at the eyes that had been curious to look at it.
Xu Congxiang, a local tea farmer, has been growing tea with his elders since he was a child. In Ruili Village, Chiayi Meishan, about a thousand meters away, along the slopes of different heights, he often walked and watched alone. In addition to farming, whether there is water in the water tower, which side is there creatures, the roadside that looks like a barren smoke and vine, which one can be eaten and which one cannot be eaten, he knows exactly.
Photography (Lin Lin)
Decades of time are like a blink of an eye. Here, he has gone from nothing more to now, with two sideburns. Xu Jinjia, a child, returned to his hometown last year to take over the tea industry and created his own brand of "Tea Three Generations". Picking, withering, standing, kneading, drying, baking, etc., a series of tea making procedures are still followed, not sloppy, the difference is that every step of the mountain, since then, more Jinjia's company.
"Those of us here, as long as we go to the middle school, we must leave home." When they are teenagers, when many people in the city are still living under the wings of their parents, the children here, because there is no middle school in the mountains, must live far away from home, study alone, and live a life. Speaking of the past, Jin Jia's face was always light and breezy, following the footsteps behind Xu Congxiang, seemingly leisurely, but extremely firm.
"Nevertheless, I know that one day I will definitely come back." At the same time as speaking, Xu Cong turned back to just now, and the father and son looked at each other and smiled.
Encountering the drainage pipe, Xu Congxiang stepped forward again, "At this time, there will be many small creatures hiding here..." Xu Congxiang went forward with a childlike look, but this time, he was stopped by Jin Jia's fast hand, "Look, I always like this, last time I also encountered red-tailed green bamboo wire." He shook his head, a helpless face, but Xu Congxiang just smiled.
Walking through the tea garden, the trees that stretch the branches and leaves with the wind, the leisurely scenery is comfortable and comfortable.
Not far away, under the bright sun stands a century-old house. Sunlight, sprinkled from the roof tiles that have gone through vicissitudes, shines on the silent window ledges. The traditional three-in-one courtyard built with beech wood and Fuzhou fir is different from the general red brick Fujian-style structure, and the calm breath is like a splendid and beautiful situation that flows out of the land, which fascinates people.
"Although such a building is old, in the early days, the traffic was not convenient, but it was all relied on manpower, step by step on the back of the mountain!" 」 Looking at the ancient house, Xu Congxiang's gaze became softer. "Really cherish..." Every time someone next to him said, he kept saying this.
Walking to the lush bamboo forest, Jin Jia's sister had already set up a "tea party" in advance. A pot of tea, two plates of delicate and petite tea, she skillfully flicked the tea leaves into the pot and poured into the boiling water prepared in advance. In the fragrance of tea, there is no loneliness of "sitting alone in the fence", the family, three or five friends, are full of the satisfaction and pleasure of Yan Yan's laughter.
When I got home, I took out the tea leaves that had withered and stood still. Just as the sky was shining, the father and son took advantage of the gap before the noon meal, leaned down, used their hands to exert force, and began to knead the tea over and over again, a complicated and careful procedure. "Nowadays, although most of the kneading has been changed to machines, through the kneading of the hands, human body temperature still plays a certain role in the fermentation process of tea to a certain extent." Xu Cong said to the side, while looking at Jin Jia.
General tea makers, not years of hard study to get something, some details, more like "a little trick of the jianghu", must be personally taught, personally learned. After Jinjia returned to his hometown, these bits and pieces, in addition to making tea, the wisdom of life and everything on the ground were integrated into his life.
In the blink of an eye, the aroma of hot meals filled the air. A family, just like the Ruili people who have flowed through the years, spring, summer, autumn and winter, from generation to generation, here, multiplying and living happily.