After an ample meal and plenty of drink, the group felt content and satiated.
In the valuable farming season of spring, people didn't have the habit of taking a midday rest, and Wu Lan, having finished her meal and discarded her bowl, hurried back up the mountain to pick tea.
Already brimming with enthusiasm, and knowing that Song Tan's customer had placed an order for another ten jin of tea, she grew even more convinced of the market for tea leaves. Daily trips to the mountain to pick tea felt like gathering gold—no amount of work seemed too tiring!
Not to mention that up on the mountain, a bunch of women from the village would chat and laugh together; their loud voices could be heard over several hills. Gossip travelled so fast it was as if there were no secrets left in the village.
