Song Sancheng hurriedly responded, "I'm here, waiting!"
He quickly picked up the shoulder pole and descended the mountain.
Standing at the door was Zhou Maozhu from the same village, who had been entrusted with the task of roasting their tea leaves this time.
Roasting tea leaves also depended on the heat control; some were too fierce, others not heated enough, resulting in a product that wasn't always up to expectations. Only Zhou Maozhu had worked in those large tea factories in his youth and had now the most reliable skills.
It was arranged for tea leaves to be gathered every evening and taken to him for processing overnight.
This year the tea leaves were exceptionally lush, such that even with five people harvesting, the quantity was significant. Zhou Maozhu's house didn't have a tea roasting machine, which likely meant a long night ahead.
But in the village, it was his craftsmanship that was the best, and his house still had a tea roasting stove.
