"Senior Brother, do not worry!"
Nan Shan Shi smiled amicably, watching Cheng Mingyi enter a shop that sold oil biscuits for breakfast.
Nan Shan Shi walked further, asked three different people, and then, instead of turning right into the alley, he followed the cries of street vendors into the more spacious left street.
It wasn't long before he spotted a sign painted in red lacquer.
Wu Zha Plantation.
It was a tea plantation with many branches.
There was one in Anren to the east of Hengzhou. When he had worked at the Datong Commercial Association, he had often dealt with the people from the tea plantation.
Even the head of the tea plantation always treated him with great respect when they met.
This was the dignity of working for the Left Alliance Master.
Wu Zha Plantation, the Wu being the Wu from He-shou-wu and the Zha from wild hawthorn.
The tea they processed was a mix of wild hawthorn, He-shou-wu, and wild chrysanthemum, none of which were scarce on Taishi Mountain.
