[Lawyer He, we are also old friends, the land dispute between Jiang'an Group and Tea Garden...]
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On the cliff, the handsome young man in a dark blue suit hung up the phone, took one last look at the clouds and mist between the mountain peaks, turned around and was about to leave, when suddenly, a push came from behind.
Bang——
The young man's body was smashed into the slope of the tea tree, and was tightly covered by the dense branches and leaves. The blood on his forehead flowed down, seeping into the cracks in the rocks, and into the soil at the foot of the tea tree. His lips gradually turned white due to blood loss.
Suddenly, a burst of mist rose among the green mountains and green waters, and a young man in a long gown was walking barefoot in the fields. His long hair was curled up and he tucked a tea leaf behind his ear. The young man pushed aside the branches and leaves, bent down and picked up the unconscious man, and gently pressed his fingers on the man's wound.
The bleeding stopped.
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Jingzhe, Wu Yi.
Whenever there are awakenings of insects, mountains are opened to offer tea. Take a bath and hold incense, worship the God of Tea, and shout to the mountains: "Please sprout! Please sprout!"
The spring is beautiful this year, please let the tea trees sprout; the old trees have new branches, the wind is smooth and the rain is gentle.
In front of a small earth building at the foot of the mountain, the sun was shining lazily. A young man in blue clothes and blue trousers brought out a bamboo basket. Inside was a little baby lying on his side, with his face pressed against a buckwheat pillow, like a soft spring. The little rice cakes are bouncing, and the eyelashes are long and curled when you look at them from the side. She is sleeping soundly.
The young man's name was Bai Qingyu, the tea god in this world. He opened the quilt and let the warm sunshine easily shine on the baby's cheeks and butt.
This is his son Bai Xiaocha.
Tea god cubs grow slower than humans. When they are two years old, they spend a lot of time sleeping every day and need a lot of sunlight.
The magic of the gods has declined, and in his generation, the power of the gods is not enough to keep him in the divine realm like a floating cloud, and he has to live in the human world occasionally.
Bai Qingyu and Zai Zi live in the house of an old man who has believed in the Tea God for generations. Each generation of Tea God has a guide in human life. The leader of this generation, Old Man Deng, has no children, is over sixty years old, and has a bare family. Bai Qingyu has to take care of him.
Bai Qingyu was showing off her baby while sitting on the threshold eating melon seeds.
Uncle Deng, who had bad ears, shouted loudly: "Why don't you go and see the tea god worshiping outside?"
Bai Qingyu replied loudly: "I'm not going."
I come here every year and there is nothing interesting to see. And he has sprouted.
Bai Qingyu took his son back to the house after showing him off, and couldn't wait to sit on the bench side by side with Mr. Deng, watching the period drama attentively.
The TV played louder, which woke up the tea baby in the basket. He opened his round eyes, grabbed the edge of the basket with his fingers, glanced at the TV, then looked at his grandpa and dad, sitting in the basket amusing themselves. Play with your feet.
Bai Qingyu used her peripheral vision to look at her son, "Baby, do you want to come over and give me a hug?"
"I want a hug!" Bai Xiaocha responded positively.
Bai Qingyu held her son and watched TV. In the period drama, stepfather Lao Wang and biological father Lao Sun were fighting for the custody of the child. Bai Qingyu lowered her head and glanced at her well-behaved and lovely son.
God is very proud. Once a god becomes pregnant with an ordinary person's child, the mother's body will spontaneously erase the memory of the child's father and cut off the connection with mortals. God's heirs don't need another father.
This is a magical operation set by the ancient gods, so Bai Qingyu is now an amnesiac, impoverished little tea god with close to no magic power, while ordinary people have invented the Internet, submarines, and airplanes, and live like gods.
Bai Qingyu had only vaguely heard about those high-tech things from the villagers. Uncle Deng was not interested in the dazzling world, and he was not interested either. His biggest interest every day was to watch it with Uncle Deng. TV series from the last century.
On TV, the custody war was very fierce. The mother of the baby in question finally appeared. The baby broke away from the fight between the two men, and the baby swallowed into the forest and ran into the mother's arms. The mother took out a piece of peanut cake and gave it to the poor child.
Bai Xiaocha stared at the TV with round eyes: "Dad, do I have a mother?"
Bai Qingyu didn't know that he had automatically lost his memory, and scratched his head awkwardly: "I don't know."
Bai Xiaocha didn't care when he couldn't get the answer. He leaned forward slightly, made a fist and put a handful of air into his mouth, pretending that he also had eaten peanut cake.
Silly and cute.
"Qingyu! Qingyu!" A girl in her twenties was holding a two-year-old boy. As soon as she came in and saw the program on the TV, she asked Bai Qingyu speechlessly, "Why are you still watching this show? You Have you watched it ten times? ”
Bai Qingyu said to Zhang Xiujuan: "Because it looks good."
Zhang Xiujuan married in the city the year before last. Her husband was an English teacher. After the marriage, she often went back to her parents' home to stay for a while. There was a place in the countryside for her children to have fun.
It happened that Bai Qingyu's magic power could no longer maintain the existence of the divine realm, so he could only take the baby out and live in Uncle Deng's house. The two were similar in age and took care of the children in the same way. They became familiar with each other after going back and forth.
Zhang Xiujuan smiled and hooked Bai Qingyu's baby's little fist. The child didn't drink milk, and Xiaobai didn't have money to buy milk powder. It's not easy to grow up to this point, but he looks great, while Bai Qingyu looks ordinary. Strange and honest, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a genetic lottery.
Zhang Xiujuan shook her son's hand: "Come, son, say hello to Uncle Bai."
The little boy opened his mouth and said: "Uncle."
Zhang Xiujuan: "It's better to call me uncle."
Little boy: "Okay, Uncle."
Uncle Deng poured a glass of water for the children: "Life in the city is different, and you can speak English."
Little boy: "Thank you, the cup is cup, the tea is tea, and my English name is Mike."
Dumble was amused.
The little boy stared at Bai Xiaocha: "Does my brother have an English name?"
Zhang Xiujuan was a little embarrassed. She knew that Bai Qingyu had never gone to school, and he didn't know how to give his child an English name. She was about to smooth things over when she heard Bai Qingyu say: "Yes, his name is Tea Bao."
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The little boy nodded in understanding: "Brother Teabao."
Zhang Xiujuan came to say goodbye to Bai Qingyu: "I am going to send my son to kindergarten and will leave in the afternoon."
Bai Qingyu wondered: "Do humans go to kindergarten at the age of two?"
"It's so early in the city. I originally wanted to play for another year, but his father said that he should start from kindergarten. If he goes later, he won't be able to keep up. He also has to be sent to learn an instrument and sports during the summer vacation. Two years old is the time to discover your talent. ”
Zhang Xiujuan said: "Today's education is too complicated. If you have the chance, you still have to send your children to kindergarten in the city. We are from rural areas, so we have to work hard to give our children a starting point in the city."
Bai Qingyu was thoughtful: "Is the city really so nice?"
Zhang Xiujuan: "Yes, yes, education must start from childhood. Two years old is a critical moment. They are sent to school to cultivate and develop. Good habits affect a lifetime. Whether you can get into college depends on this year. You know Is Zhang Wazi’s eldest grandson? During the Chinese New Year, he only followed Dahuang to pick up dog poop. He went to kindergarten in the city for three months. Yesterday, I gave him a biscuit and he knew how to wash his hands first.”
Bai Qingyu recalled the little fat man whose hands and feet were always as black as digging coal. What a big change. How magical is the kindergarten?
Zhang Xiujuan was originally a herder like Bai Qingyu, but she suddenly changed her views and changed Bai Qingyu's views.
Bai Qingyu: "Is it important to get into college?"
Zhang Xiujuan: "Of course, the most important task before entering college is to enter college."
Bai Qingyu thought about the TV series she had just watched. The plot point was about the resumption of the college entrance examination. The protagonist had to take the exam despite all difficulties, and finally lived a good life.
In modern times when divine power is declining, mana can at most be used to solve minor problems, but it cannot be used to make money.
They can't stay in the divine realm forever. If Tea Baby wants to live a good life and use human high technology, he can't stay in the countryside and herd sheep.
On the other hand, after the tea trees in the tea garden have grown for thirty years, the fertility in the soil will be greatly depleted, and the quality of the tea produced will not be as rich and fresh as the new tea trees. According to this reason, he should take Bai Xiaocha to change places and visit other famous tea producing areas.
Bai Qingyu began to seriously consider sending her son to kindergarten in the city so that he could go to university, find a job, and live a good life like an ordinary person.
Just do what they say, Bai Qingyu and Deng Bo watched a TV series about migrant workers in the city.
He summarized the main points:
First, everyone in this drama goes to Nancheng to work, which is a first-tier city.
Second, green trains are more friendly to migrant workers, and children are free of charge.
Third, he needs to find the labor market, where there are many bosses recruiting workers.
Fourth, jobs that do not require a diploma include nannies, sanitation workers, cleaners, security guards, chefs, etc. He can do all of these.
Bai Qingyu felt that she must have done a good job and the money came quickly from the city: "Uncle Deng, when I make money, I will come back and build a big house."
Dumbledore: "I'll be waiting."
Uncle Deng is not worried that the tea god will be bullied in the city. He is a god. If he can't be defeated, why can't he escape? He returned to the house and opened the straw mat on the bed, took out the money he and the tea god earned from folding cartons, and counted it against the light. He still had more than two thousand in cash. "You're going to Nancheng, right? I'll find the boss Wang’s daughter-in-law can help you buy a ticket on your mobile phone.”
Uncle Deng counted a thousand dollars, put it in his pocket, and went out.
Half an hour later, Uncle Deng came back from a stroll and said, "This is a second-hand mobile phone belonging to Master Wang's daughter-in-law. It only costs 300 yuan. You can pick one up and call me."
Bai Qingyu came into contact with a smartphone for the first time. She applied for a phone card and made a call to Dumbledore's elderly phone. There was no problem at all.
He was studying the functions of his smartphone, which had many useful software, while Uncle Deng was busy preparing his supplies for going to the city to work.
Uncle Deng put the saved eggs in a cooking oil bucket, spread a layer of rice, and then a layer of eggs. "Xiaobao needs to eat one every day, remember that."
Bai Qingyu agreed: "No one will be missing."
Three days later, Bai Qingyu took a pick-up truck and headed to the train station, carrying large and small bags and Bai Xiaocha on his back.
"All bags, big and small, must go through security check, all bags big and small must go through security check..." The loudspeaker at the entrance of the station constantly reminds passengers.
Bai Qingyu saw everyone taking off their bags and placing them on the tracks, so she obeyed and stood at the end, putting a bucket of eggs and a pack of quilts on top, then taking off the backpacks on her back and placing them upright.
Just as the staff was about to help him straighten the backpack and see the contents clearly, his eyelids trembled and he quickly picked up the entire backpack, with lingering fear: "The child does not have to go through the security check!"
This sound attracted the attention of everyone around. They stood on tiptoes to look, and saw a soft blanket spread inside the bamboo basket, with a baby sitting in it and sleeping.
The crowd suddenly burst into discussion.
"Is there a child inside?"
"I thought there were local specialties here!"
"Why are you a dad? Is this your child? Children are most afraid of radiation."
Bai Qingyu couldn't argue, and clasped his hands cautiously as if he had made a big mistake. Can’t white tea be considered a souvenir? But doesn’t the person in front with a native tea sapling also have to go through the security check? Baixiaocha is also a tea sapling.
Is this a human privilege? Yes, half white tea is also a human being and does not need to pass through the conveyor belt.
The staff looked at the sleeping child and glanced at Bai Qingyu warily: "Is this your child?"
Bai Qingyu nodded. He took out his household registration book and ID card: "Mine."
He is listed in Uncle Deng's household registration book, and he has three generations of grandparents. The age listed in Bai Xiaocha's household registration book is only one and a half years old.
Saplings are relatively slow to draw in the early stage, especially Bai Xiaocha. He is two and a half years old, is small, and speaks slowly. Bai Qingyu can only fill in the age of one on his ID card to avoid being suspected by the police of abusing children. .
In order not to attract attention in the world, Bai Qingyu slightly changed his appearance, making his even and beautiful facial features ordinary and flat, and his skin color became darker. His magic power was limited, so he could only change his face above the neck, but not below the neck anyway. Can't describe it.
This way he won't be tricked into going to nightclubs when he's looking for a job, but it's also a bit troublesome. There's a huge difference in appearance between father and son, and it's easy for people to suspect him of kidnapping a child.
Uncle Deng was well prepared and asked him to take a lot of photos with Bai Xiaocha on his mobile phone when he was at home. The father and son happily hugged each other and basked in the sun.
The staff checked the photos on the phone and saw that the background of the photo was a dilapidated earthen house. Then he looked at Bai Qingyu's cloth clothes and trousers, which looked like old clothes passed down from three generations. On his feet was a pair of military green Jiefang shoes. "First time entering the city" signs were plastered all over his body. He suddenly understood what he meant and said: "First time passing the security check? Remember not to put your children on the tracks in the future. It's dangerous."
Bai Qingyu hugged his backpack with both hands and accepted the education honestly: "I know I was wrong."
This accident woke Bai Xiaocha up. The little boy was holding the basket with both hands. There was a palm-sized gap in front of the basket for him to observe the outside. Bai Xiaocha put the upper half of her face close to the gap, blinked at the uniformed staff, and begged for mercy for her father.
"Dad knows it's wrong, don't arrest my dad."
Bai Xiaocha pitifully repeated her father's words. Grandpa Deng said that dad's appearance has changed, he has become inconspicuous, and his words are easily ignored. When dad has something that he can't handle, or something that an adult is embarrassed to say, the baby has to be his father's repeater.
"Auntie, my dad knows he was wrong." The repeater baby's voice was slow and soft, more milky and sincere.
The father and son showed "already honest" expressions together, and the similarity in their expressions reached 90%, which made up for the dissimilarity in appearance. At first glance, they were father and son.
The staff member was instantly hit by the juicy little cub, and said softly: "Come in quickly."
Enthusiastic people said: "Follow me, I will take you to the ticket gate."
Bai Qingyu put the baby on her back, carried the eggs in her left hand, and held the quilt in her right hand, "Thank you."
Many people who take the green sleeper berth to Nancheng, like Bai Qingyu, carry large and small bags and do not have fashionable suitcases. Red buckets and snakeskin bags are more common. Bai Qingyu sat in the middle without being out of place. Seeing how cute the child was, the eldest sister on the side gave Bai Xiaocha two big loquats.
"Auntie is so kind." Bai Xiaocha said softly in the basket.
"Ah, you are only one year old, and you speak so smartly. You are such a smart baby."
Bai Qingyu rubbed Bai Xiaocha's head guiltily, uh, it's actually two years old.
Advertisements for Wuyi Rock Tea, Dahongpao, Narcissus, and Cinnamon can be seen everywhere at train stations.
[Danshan and clear water, rock and bone and fragrant flowers].
"Dad, what is this?" Bai Xiaocha saw this sentence many times today.
The fragrance of rock bones and flowers describes the rock tea that tastes like rock tea and the fragrance of orchid and cinnamon. Bai Qingyu rested her chin on her son's head and said nonsensically: "It means our bones are very hard and our bodies are very fragrant."
Bai Xiaocha squeezed his lotus-jointed arm hard, squeezed a hole in it, and said with certainty: "The bones are hard!"
Uncle Deng asked someone to buy a very good ticket. The first three hours were on a hard seat on the train, the next ten hours were on a hard sleeper lower berth, and the last three hours were on a hard seat again, so as to save the fare as much as possible.
Bai Qingyu took Bai Xiaocha out, put the bedding and eggs into a backpack, and placed them in the corner in front of the carriage.
Bai Qingyu bought a seat by the window, holding her son in her arms and watching the scenery from the window.
There was a child in the car next door crying heartily. The child's cry had a chain reaction. The passengers in the car with Bai Qingyu stared at Bai Xiaocha worriedly, fearing that he would be made to cry. But Bai Xiaocha remained unmoved and seemed not to hear.
There are many hills in the south of the Yangtze River, and the train passes through tunnels. It is bright and dark at first, and Bai Xiaocha stands on his father's lap, with his cheek against the window, like a cat watching fish through the glass, and whispers: "Dad, it's dark."
Bai Qingyu: "Well, it's getting dark."
It was completely dark. Tea Baby closed his eyes. After a while, bright light flashed in front of his eyes.
"Dad, it's dawn!"
It's dawn, and Tea Baby wants to bask in the sun, his black grape-like eyes filled with the brilliance of the scorching sun.
The sky rises and falls repeatedly, and the tea baby falls dizzy in his father's arms. How does Father Sun go to work? Are you lying to your baby?
Bai Qingyu patted the little boy on the back. While playing with Father Sun, Bai Xiaocha gradually felt sleepy and closed his eyes.
"Ah, are you sleeping now?" The passenger exclaimed softly, sleeping so well.
"Yes——"
Bai Qingyu was about to put her coat on Bai Xiaocha when the sound of food being sold on the train came from the next car.
"Melon seed beverage mineral water——"
"Milk clams, free tasting of milk clams from Hulunbuir Prairie——"
Bai Xiaocha's sleepiness fluttered away like a sparrow. He sat up from his father's arms but blinked slowly without making a sound.
Milk baby? What is a milk baby?
"Is it free?" Bai Qingyu muttered in confusion, opened the browser, and typed "Are the milk babies on the train free?" Recently, he searched hundreds of city tips in the browser, and the typing became more and more complicated. Becoming more and more skilled.
[Answer: It’s not free, the flight attendant is selling it, but you can sample one for free by raising your hand, you don’t have to buy it. ]
During the movement, the flight attendant came over with a bag of milk clams. Before Bai Qingyu could decide whether he should taste it or not, the little boy in his arms imitated his words.
"Uncle, is it free?"
Bai Xiaocha raised his head, his round eyes filled with all the concern a human cub could have.
(End of chapter)
The author said: Teacher’s Day is here, send your little cub to a human kindergarten (●—●)