Chapter 58 Chapter Twenty-Five

Huang Na's daughter, Jiaofeng, has no blood relationship with Hang Jiaping, and took her mother's surname Huang.Huang Jiaofeng grew up in the tropics and has never seen heavy snow.After staying in Chongqing for two or three years, my hands and feet were covered with chilblains from the winter in the hinterland of China, and my cheeks were swollen. There was no shadow of a small wooden beauty, but she looked like a bloated country girl.In the cold of January 1942, she accompanied her newly-acquainted brother Hang Han and her aunt to send grass, and bid farewell to her mother who had returned to England to recuperate at the airport.Within a few days, I bid farewell to my stepfather who was going to visit northern Shaanxi with the group, took Hang Han's big hand, boarded a ship docked at Chongqing Wharf, and went down the Yangtze River.Brother Han said that he would take her to the lower reaches of the distant river, where her father's hometown was.There are also mountains there, but they are not as high as those in Sichuan; there are also stretches of tea gardens there, and the tea is more delicate than here.There is a small village named Wan J; D, surrounded by bamboo forests, orange groves and tea gardens, and there is a beautiful small river at the entrance of the village.Mr. Wu Juenong brought a letter and asked them to go there together and have tea with Mr. Wu.

Across the distant pier, they waved goodbye to their little aunt Jicao.Ji Cao turns her back and will follow a caravan into Yunnan to find her lover where cannas are in full bloom on the Yunnan-Myanmar border.Before she left, she didn't forget to tell her second brother that when she arrived in northern Shaanxi, don't forget to inquire about a young man named Yang Zhen. "You only said to find a person who took "Das Kapital" as his life, and others would definitely pick him out from the crowd." "It's not difficult to find someone, as long as he's still alive, what's the point of finding him?"

"It's all right, just give him these quinines. He'll remember me." Hang Jiaping touched his forehead with his hand and said, "No wonder you can also say Marx." "It's good to learn a little bit of Marx, just in case it will be useful in the future." "If you're that interested, I'll figure out a way to go there with me." "Really?" Ji Cao jumped up with forgetfulness. "Really." Jiaping saw sparks in his sister's eyes, he thought, it looks troublesome. "No, Luo Li is waiting for me." Ji Cao shook her head, the spark in her eyes dimmed.

Jiaping thought for a while and said, "If there was no Luo Li, would you come with me?" Ji Cao didn't answer anything, but instead asked Jiaping: "Do you still remember sister-in-law?" Jiaping knew that sending grass refers to leaves.He asked for a while, and then said sadly: "I haven't forgotten a day." When they said these words, they quietly lowered their voices, for fear that Jiaofeng would hear them. Jiaofeng is only eleven or twelve years old, she is a very easy-going girl, she is not very sensitive to the events in the world around her, she always lives happily in her past childhood.Therefore, although it is not much shorter than the grass, it always looks like a child who looks like a girl.The injury to her parents this time almost made her numb with fright at first, but when she saw that they could talk to her, she quickly recovered.The little girl had been fostered by her nanny's house before, and later she followed her mother to China and lived in a boarding school.Now, my mother is going back to England, and she is handed over to her stepfather.As for the stepfather, he handed her over to Brother Han.She was used to being dealt with like this by others, and she didn't think about why her mother didn't bring her back to her grandparents' house in England this time.But Jicao saw it, and said to Hang Han: "This child's mother really refuses to leave the second brother, you see, keep the child as a mortgage.".These words surprised Hang Han, he never had such endless scheming.Looking at Jiaofeng's naive look, there is a feeling of pity that can only be found between flesh and blood.It was he who came up with the idea of ​​taking Jiaofeng away.He could see that his father had somehow arranged for the little girl from the boarding school—he was afraid that something would happen to him when he left, but he couldn't take Jiaofeng with him.When Hang Han proposed that he take her back to Wanchuan, Zhejiang, Jiaping was very happy.He regards all this as a major move for their Hang family to accept their mother and daughter.He said to his son: "Very good, this is very good, the country needs more people engaged in the construction of the tea industry, and Jiaofeng can follow you to do tea knowledge, and there will be a bright future in the future."

Hang Han knew that his father would be happy.Now that my father is free again, he can travel alone again, and he has also sent talents in the tea industry to the country, thinking about the future construction after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War.He gradually got to know his father and began to understand the difference between his father and his uncle.He began to understand why his uncle was heavy, but his father was always so light. The little girl Huang Jiao understands the customs, but she can't understand what it means to be separated from life to death.But she began to realize the great significance of Hang Han to her, and she also began to appreciate the brotherhood, which was a brand new feeling that she had never experienced before.Her way of repaying this kind of affection is to follow closely.Wherever Brother Han went, her hand would hold him tightly, sometimes by one of his little fingers, and sometimes by one of his clothes corners.On the boat, even when Hang Han went to the bathroom, she had to follow him to the door.Falling asleep at night is what she fears the most, because at this time she has to be separated from Hang Han.But she would only close her eyes if Brother Han sat on the head of the bed with her, patted her on the shoulder, talked to her about her hometown, and coaxed her to sleep.In her dream, she was breastfeeding and talking to herself, "Wan Chuan, Wan Chuan"——Wan) M What kind of paradise is it for tea lovers?

Wanchuan in the west of Zhejiang Province is in Xingzhou, which is the general conquest of the four provinces.As soon as he entered Xingzhou City, Jiaofeng was surprised to find so many men and women carrying logs and bamboos trotting all the way in the heavy snow in the south of the Yangtze River. Thousands of laborers and mountains of materials were covered with white snow.At night, the construction site was brightly lit, and Hang Han told her that the airport was being built here, which needed 3.6 million pieces of wood and 900,000 pieces of bamboo.These logs come from Lin'an, Chun'an, Jiande and Tonglu in the north; Wuyi, Yongkang and Giyun in the east; Suichang and Songyang in the south, not to mention the nearby counties.

"Is there ten thousand J; yo bamboo?" Jiaofeng asked. "There must be. Wanchuan is not too far from here, we have to walk there. Can you walk?" Hang Han asked. But Jiaofeng asked thoughtfully: "Why do you want to build an airport here? Is there also a war here?" Hang Han told her that the Pacific War had broken out, the United States had officially joined the war, and the days of fascism were not long.The United States is going to send planes to China to fight, and our Xingzhou in Zhejiang is the best air base for bombing the Japanese main island. This airport will be built within half a year.

"Then, there is still going to be a war here." Jiaofeng said with a sigh, "What will happen to our tea?" Hang Han looked at her in surprise, and said, "You also remember tea?" "Didn't Dad tell you to let me learn tea from you." Jiaofeng said, "I will do whatever Dad tells me to do." "Then what about me, what did I tell you to do, will you do it?" "Whatever you tell me to do, I will do too." Jiaofeng said decisively. "Why?" Hang Han looked at the snowflakes on the little girl's eyelashes. He always wanted to use his hands to help her remove them, but he felt that this was not good, so he held his hands.

"Aren't you all surnamed Hang?" Jiao Feng asked Hang Han.Hang Han smiled, but still couldn't help wiping the little girl's eyes.This girl is different from those of the Hang family. Her big eyes are wooden, her words are also stupid, and she is chubby. She is a naive little girl who grew up in the tropical rainforest. Girl, Hang Han likes her very much. In January and February of 1942, when hundreds of thousands of migrant workers in Xingzhou City in the west of Zhejiang Province, China were fighting to build an airport at night, Hang Han and his new sister Jiaofeng were walking towards the southeast tea improvement center in Wanchuan. However, the U.S. Air Force on the other side of the Atlantic is formulating a top-secret plan for air strikes on the Japanese mainland.A bomber team captained by Lieutenant Colonel Doolittle is conducting secret training every day.After repeated research, the U.S. military decided to use the aircraft carrier to drive to a sea area that is closer to the coast of Japan but not within the Japanese radar sentinel, and then the aircraft will be dispatched from the aircraft carrier to bomb Tokyo and other big cities.Once the task is completed, immediately fly to Shangzhou Airport and land.

On April 2, 1942, more than a hundred days after the Pearl Harbor incident, the aircraft carrier USS Hornet set off from San Francisco with its crew and 16 BK-25 bombers. Over 650 miles out to sea. The plane took off around 8 o'clock, arrived in Japan 4 hours later, bombed big cities such as Tokyo, Nagoya, and Kobe, and then returned to China's Xingzhou Airport as planned. Unexpectedly, due to the bad weather, the airport had just been built, lacked navigation equipment, and the plane ran out of fuel, so it had to abandon the plane and make an emergency landing.That evening, when the twilight was dark, Huang Shaozi, then chairman of Zhejiang Province, was patrolling Linhai when he suddenly heard the sound of an air raid siren. Soon he received a report that there were bombardments in the sky over the west of Zhejiang and along the coast of Sanmen, Linhai. Some planes are flying randomly.That night, Huang received another report. It turned out that the pilots of the Allied forces parachuted in the Sanmen, Suian and Tianmu Mountains. Most of them were rescued by Zhejiang soldiers and civilians and sent to the rear.

The next day, in the early morning of April 19, Tianmu Mountain woke up from the spring again.Our long-lost 15-year-old Wangyou, wearing a monk's soap suit, is sweeping the ground in the courtyard of the temple.A year ago, Japanese planes bombed Chanyuan Temple, and Master Wuguo died in that catastrophe.Wangyou put on the monk's robe left by her master, and returned to the depths of East Tianmu Mountain.This dilapidated Buddhist courtyard has been supported by Wangyou ever since.He planted a field of sweet potatoes behind the mountain gate, opened a field of corn in front, and planted some bean seeds in front of and behind the house.In spring, he picked camellias according to Master Wu Guo's gestures, baked them by himself, collected them all, and occasionally sold them in the market.Although the East and West Tianmu Mountains are sometimes harassed by enemies, they are generally safer than the plains.Wangyou took Yue'er to escape a few times. Fortunately, the temple was too dilapidated, and the enemy didn't bother to light it to burn it. They just broke a large stack of black pottery Tianmu lamps that were burned with the children when they were alive without fruit. When Yue'er came back from his escape, he saw a piece of lamp in the yard, and sat on the ground in distress, crying.It turns out that these two children have had their own hobbies since they came to the mountain.Wangyou was older, and he was also a foreigner. He couldn't see the sun or fire, so he often went to the forest except to work in the fields.Under the shade of countless green leaves in the Tianmu Mountain jungle, he was able to enjoy the diffuse sunlight.Gradually, he fell in love with the forest, leaving this wet green, he even felt difficult to breathe.As soon as he came under the white tea tree, he would feel miraculously appropriate.Yue'er was young and liked to play with mud. There happened to be a broken kiln behind the temple, where black-glazed porcelain bowls were fired.When Master Wu Guo was alive, he always said that he would die one day. These porcelain bowls, after driving the Japanese away, can be sold in the market, even if he left them a relic when he was alive.Yue'er was beside him, so he took the mud and made it, such as small people, small birds and small animals.He also made bowls, large and small dishes, and even a crooked teapot, all of which were fired in the kiln. under the bed. The two little brothers depended on each other for life, supporting them to this day.At first they fantasized that someone would come to pick them up, but gradually, they were disappointed, especially Wangyou.He has had a feeling of being forgotten by the world since he was a child, and this feeling has finally come true.When he thought that no one would mention them again, he stood at the gate of the temple, looking at the top of the white tea tree in the distance, and he thought that he would never leave here. Suddenly, his seven-year-old brother Yue'er rushed in, with a nervous look on his face, he hugged Wangyou, put his head in his brother's arms, and gasped for Wangyou.It took a long time to say a word: "Over there, the white tea tree, it, it, it has appeared." Yue'er has been influenced by Master Wuguo's continuous indoctrination of Buddhist principles almost since he was sensible, such as reincarnation, karma, and Wangyou are different. He was ten years old when he entered the mountain, and he had reached the age of not trusting others.The Hang family members of Wangyou Tea House are sensitive by nature, and most of them tend to be skeptics. Wangyou doesn't believe in white tea.He put down the broom and said: "Don't talk nonsense, except me, who dares to pretend to be a white tea tree to show spirits!" "The white tea tree really appeared, I saw it with my own eyes." Xiaoyue'er stomped his feet and said, "He is white, and there are white hairs on his face, which are exactly the same as the white hairs on the leaves of the white tea tree. His hair is yellow, and his eyes are white." It’s green, like a cat’s eye. He doesn’t speak human words, but spells. He’s sitting under the white tea tree, and there’s a big cover over the tea tree, with lots and lots of ropes,” Xiao Yue’er suddenly thought He got up, and took out a black thing from his arms, "He also threw me such a thing, and he asked me to eat it. This white tea essence can still laugh, wearing green clothes... oh, I dare not eat it, this What is it?" Wangyou took it and understood it at a glance. This is chocolate, and foreigners like to eat it.Wangyou hadn't seen this thing for five years. He took a bite carefully and said, "This is a foreigner's candy, you eat it, you eat it." Xiao Yueer took a mouthful carefully, then spat it out and said, "It's too bitter, too bitter!" But Wangyou had already thrown the broom and said, "Let's go, take me to see that white tea essence." The "White Tea Essence" under the white tea tree fell asleep, and didn't know to wake up after seeing the two children from Tianmu Mountain.When Wangyou saw the monster's big nose, yellow hair and golden cheeks, he knew what it was, turned his head, and said softly to Yue'er: "He is not white tea essence, but a foreigner, a foreigner. " It turned out that when he went out occasionally when he was young, people often saw him covered in white and thought he was a Westerner.After hearing a lot like this, Wangyou secretly paid attention to what a Westerner is.I have also seen such people on the streets of Hangzhou and by the West Lake. They are tall and big, with one mouth, grinning all the way to the ears, and they are colorful all over their bodies. No one can understand what they say.As soon as they came out, there was a large crowd of people watching.Wangyou had a strong sense of identification with them, because like them, he was surrounded by a large crowd of people as soon as he came out. He didn't expect that many years later, he would meet again in the deep mountains and old forests of Tianmu Mountain. Yue'er is different from Wangyou, he has almost no impression of a peaceful life, and he has no impression of his hometown, West Lake, let alone the foreigners by the West Lake.He regarded this big guy lying under the white tea tree as the essence of white tea, which is quite imaginative.After listening to his brother's explanation, he still couldn't understand, so he asked, "What is a foreigner? What is a foreigner?" "Foreigners—" Wangyou thought for a while, and said, "Japanese are foreigners, they are foreigners—" Before he could finish speaking, Yue'er was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, and immediately hid to Wangyou. After worrying.Wangyou hurriedly pulled him out from behind and said, "Why are you scared? I haven't finished yet. The Japanese are from the East, and this foreigner is from the West. I heard that there are many Westerners who help us Chinese." Hitting the Japanese!" Only then did Xiao Yue'er poke his head out from behind his brother tremblingly. Strangely, even though they were talking like this, the Westerner hid under a tree, still unwilling to wake up.This big guy can really sleep, Wangyou thought, but was surprised to find that there was a thin stream of red water under his feet, and when he looked carefully, the red water flowed from the Westerner's feet.Ah, this guy is bleeding, he is injured, even though he is white and fluffy, his blood is also red.He hurried forward, squatted down, and shook the man's shoulders, but the foreigner did not wake up.Wangyou thought for a while, then asked Yue'er to go back to get some food and a pot of water, he just boiled a pot of water.Yue'er ran back a few steps, Wangyou called again: "Make some fresh white tea." Yue'er yelled "sniff" and said: "Then he is really going to become white tea essence." After speaking, he ran away. Wangyou shouted again: "Don't forget the charcoal and board I used to write on." Wangyou knew that Yue'er was feeling sorry for their white tea, and how much rations this tea could exchange for them.When winter comes, they rely on the spring tea for food to survive.But the people in the mountains are very hospitable, and besides, this guest came from the West, and he was injured.Five years of life in the deep mountains and dense forests has completely changed Wangyou. Now, he and Yue'er both speak the local language of the mountain people. When they are with the mountain people, they no longer have a little bit of urban shadow of Hangzhou people. . The Westerner woke up at this moment. He opened his eyes, looked at Wangyou greenly, was startled for a moment, and suddenly smiled.Wangyou also smiled, pointing to his own white hair, and pointing to the other party's yellow hair.The other party sat up, murmured for a while, and then sat up with difficulty.Wangyou couldn't understand a word, so he thought about it and said, "This is China, Tianmu Mountain." Among these words, the Westerner only understood the word Chinese, but he was very excited and said: "America, America, America-..." Wangyou also knows the word America.Ah, so this big guy is an American, where did he come from?Just as he was thinking that, Yue'er came in with his whole body hung up and down, still holding a pot in his hand.The American was very happy when he saw two children popping up at once, so he pointed to his chest and said, "Etter, Etter, Etter." Wangyou understood, the American name of this big guy is Aite.Wangyou pointed to himself and said, "Wangyou." Then he pointed to Yueer and said, "Yueer, Yueer." "Wang, wang, yue, yue," Etter said with effort. He grinned widely, and the two children followed suit. They first gave him a piece of dried sweet potato, he devoured it hungrily and hiccupped all the time, Wangyou hurriedly poured him tea.Inside a large bowl of tea, there is a layer of white tea leaves floating.Etter, who had never seen a drink like this before, pointed to the leaves and looked at the children in amazement.The two children scrambled to say something to him, and pointed to the white tea tree behind them.Etter must have understood, took the tea bowl, and drank all the tea and water in one breath.Yue'er stared in a daze, and said, "Brother, look at him, look at him, you can see that he drank everything, he ate all the tea leaves that were first opened." The new tea brewed by the mountain spring is indescribably delicious.The tired and thirsty Allied pilot, Aite, had never seen loose tea before, but the first time he drank tea, he reached the state mentioned in the tea sage Lu Yu's "Tea Classics": If you are hot and thirsty, feel bored, Brain pain, astringent eyes, irritated limbs, uncomfortable joints, chatting four or five times, and contending with sour nectar. The indescribable comfort all over his body prompted him to stretch out the big bowl, and Wangyou immediately understood what he meant, this Western guy still wants to drink.The two children hurriedly made another big bowl for him, but this time Yue'er didn't let him drink it like this. He told Aite with all gestures that the tea should not be drunk all at once like this, and it must be steeped Open it, drink its tea.Drink it four or five times in a row before you run out of tea.Aite understood and drank three bowls in a row.When he was drinking the fourth bowl, he saw the tea leaves at the bottom of the bowl, looked at Wangyou hesitantly, and Wangyou spread his hands and said, "Eat it, you like tea leaves, so you can eat it." Etter is very happy, he really likes to eat such tea.He scooped the bottom of the bowl with his big finger, and the tea came into his mouth, he chewed it into pieces, and ate it, then took a big breath, and yelled to the sky: "Sniff—— Mom is so tall—" The two children couldn't understand that he was calling God, and they had never heard of God.They only knew Etter was happy when he drank their tea and uttered such contented cries.Only then did Yue'er remember the foreigner's candy in his pocket, took it out and gnawed it again, only to find that it was not as unpalatable as before.Etter was also very happy to see him eating chocolate, and kept saying, "Chocolate! Chocolate! Chocolate!" The more children understand, the candy of foreigners is called chocolate.In order to take advantage of it and repay it, he kept shouting to the big tea tree behind him: "Tea! Tea! Tea】" Seeing that Aite still didn't understand the relationship between them, Wangyou said to Yue'er: "Yue'er, go up and pick some leaves and show him, he has never seen Chinese tea before." Li Yue spat two mouthfuls of saliva into the palm of his hand, rubbed his feet on the ground, and a pair of worn shoes fell off.Then retreated back and rushed forward, climbing up the tree like a dexterous cat.After a while, he picked a large handful of tea leaves and stretched them out to Aite's eyes.Etter finally understood that the tea he drank was the leaves of the tree behind him.He opened his mouth wide and threw the fresh green tea leaves into his mouth.But this time he was not able to enjoy the food.He ground his teeth like a cow, and grinned at the unique astringent taste of the young tea leaves, spit it out in one mouthful, and yelled "Ma Gao De, Ma Gao De". Both Wangyou and Yue'er laughed happily, and then stuffed the charcoal and planks.Etter understood what they meant, so he drew many planes on the wooden board, and some Japanese devils were drawn under the planes, and bombs were thrown on the heads of the Japanese devils on the planes.As soon as the two children saw this, they rushed over excitedly, throwing Aite on his back.Etter's foot was injured, and when they threw him, he screamed "high and high" in pain. Only then did they remember that the Western hero who bombed the Japanese devils was still bleeding.He hurriedly found another clean cloth, took off Atter's big leather boots, washed his wound with tea and wrapped it up.Then, Wangyou helped Aite to walk into the ruined temple.Xiao Yueer, carrying Etter's big leather boots on his back, sang folk songs, and followed behind excitedly.Aite turned his feet all the way, still holding the black Tianmu bowl that he had just had tea with.When passing by the ruined kiln site, Yue'er rushed forward, and he didn't care about the big leather boot jumping on his back.While holding Aite's hand, he pointed to the broken kiln and shouted: "Ate, Ate, that big teacup in your hand was made by me, and I was with my Master Wuguo." This one came out of the kiln, ate, ate..." It didn't take long for Aite to recuperate in East Tianmu Mountain, and he became extremely hot with these two Chinese children.Da Wangyou is introverted and Yueer is very naughty. Although they don't understand the language, they communicate with each other.Someone has already contacted him, and they want to take Eite to the West Tianmu Mountain Zhejiang Office.Yue'er cried when he heard that, and said, "Ete is ours, and we don't let him go to the West Tianmu." Wangyou was a little older, and said, "Ete is an American pilot. He couldn't find him. He couldn't find him." The people at home should be so anxious. Send him back to the United States quickly. Next time, he can fly a plane to bomb the Japanese. In the future, if the Japanese surrender, just ask him to fly to pick you up again. Maybe You can still go to America to play." The child is so coaxing, when he heard that he could go to America to play, he immediately stopped crying and said, "What about you, I want you to go to America with me, otherwise I won't go anywhere." Wangyou smiled and said: "This is what you say now. When you grow up, you won't think so. You will go wherever people can go. Besides, I don't want to go to the United States. Don't talk about the United States. , I don’t even want to go back to Hangzhou. I just want to live here, and I think this ruined temple is better than anywhere else. When the Japanese surrender, I will go to Yangbatou to pick up my mother and live here together.” "Then I'll take my mother to live here too." Yue'er expressed his stance in this way to show his agreement with his brother, but he immediately added, "But I don't know who my mother is yet, she Will she come with me? Will she agree to let us both be monks?" "I didn't say I was a monk." Wangyou said, "I just like living here, growing vegetables, picking tea leaves, carrying water, and reading in my free time—" "Then I also like growing vegetables, picking tea leaves, and firing kilns. I like firing kilns the most." "You are different from me. Wherever you go, no one will come to watch you. I can't, I'm a useless person, you see, wherever I go, people's eyes will be on me. You still I remember what Master Wuguo told you when he was alive. He told you to look at me and not let me run outside the mountain. He said that I was covered in snow and the Japanese would shoot me to death as soon as they saw it. What can you do. No one is raising you, so you have to starve to death too?" Yue'er was startled and cried when he heard that, and said while crying, "Brother Wangyou, you can't go outside the mountain, you can't let the Japanese shoot you to death. What should I do if you kill me? T. Etter's foot isn't healed yet, you can't die." Aite didn't understand what Wangwang said, so Yue burst into tears.He pulls on Yue, and Yue makes gestures to describe what Wangyou said just now.Etter understood, walked over and hugged Wangyou, stretched out his arm, and rolled up Wangyou's sleeves, two elbows touched, two thumbs together.Wangyou understood what Aite meant: Don’t be sad, our skin is exactly the same, we are the same person. Wangyou started to pick wild tea, he found that Aite liked to drink Chinese tea very much, and he also found that Yueer also liked to eat chocolate from foreigners.It’s just that the chocolates are gone. Yue’er once went to Etter’s bag and rummaged: “Chocolate, chocolate, I want Etter’s chocolate.” Etter could only spread his hands, shrugged, and kept saying : "Minesweeping, minesweeping." Yue'er already knew it, which meant sorry and no.Then Etter started looking around for tea.He really knows how to drink tea, and it didn't take long before he ate up all the freshly made tea leaves from Wangyou and the others. "Tea! Tea!" Etter yelled, carrying an empty earthen jar of tea.Yue'er also imitated Aite's example, spreading his hands and shrugging his shoulders, shouting: "Mine sweeping, mine sweeping, mine sweeping." Wangyou got angry, knocked Yue'er's hand off at once, and shouted at Ette: "No Minesweeping, no minesweeping, no minesweeping." Wangyou decided to bring a lot of tea made by him to Aite, so that he couldn't finish it all the way to America.Li Yue didn't know how far the United States was, so he asked Wangyou, is the United States farther than Hangzhou?Wangyou said, I heard that the United States is far away, and there is still the Pacific Ocean between China and China.Li Yue asked again, is the Pacific Ocean as big as the West Lake you often talk about?Wangyou had never seen the Pacific Ocean, but he thought, no matter what, the Pacific Ocean was already next to a foreign character, so it would not be too small.He said decisively: "It's definitely not smaller than the West Lake." Li Yue thought, the Pacific Ocean is so big, it's bigger than the West Lake, and when Aite left, when can we meet again.Brother Wangyou had already thought about giving him tea, so what would he give Ette?After much deliberation, he decided to give away a teapot made with Master Wu Guo. God would laugh when he saw such a jug.What kind of thing is this: it looks like a good face has been punched hard by someone, and everything else has gone in, but a disfigured nose with only one nostril protrudes.On such a head, there is actually a hat with the same style as the head.Sometimes the hat can barely be put on the head, and sometimes it can't be put on.Even so, Etter couldn't be more fond of it. I don’t know which day, Wangyou stood on the branch, and a sound came with the wind, it was the sound of the long-lost piano, the swaying sound of the harmonica, he couldn’t help shaking, it was the sound of the harmonica he was most familiar with, that is his most familiar tune: Su Wu, entering the Hu festival is not disgraceful; Snow and ice, nineteen years of hard work, Thirst to drink blood, hunger to swallow felt, shepherd the North Sea, Through the tender green leaves of the big white tea tree, he saw a white-clothed gentleman floating under the big tea tree.He sat down without anyone else, leaning against the big tea tree, playing the harmonica.Wangyou listened, tears fell down.Seeing the white-clothed gentleman standing up again, he asked, "How long do you plan to stay on the tree?" Wangyou let go of his hand, and handfuls of tea leaves floated down from mid-air with a silver light, and fell on the white-clothed gentleman.Then, Wangyou staggered and fell from the tree. The gentleman in white reached out to catch Wangyou and held Wangyou firmly in his hand.He only heard Wangyou yell: "Brother Yi'er!" He hugged Hang Yi, who came to pick up Aite to go to West Tianmu Mountain in person, tightly in his arms. It seems that everything in Tianmu Mountain is calm and calm, Wangyou and the others are far away in the mountains, and the news is blocked, but a bloody battle caused by the bombing of the Allied planes has already broken out on the land of Zhejiang and Jiangxi.Within a month from April 19, Japanese planes bombed Xingzhou Airport 59 times, dropping 1,341 bombs.The entire Zhejiang-Jiangxi border was almost a sea of ​​flames.As early as a few months ago, in October 1941, the China Tea Industry Research Institute was announced and approved to be established. Mr. Wu Juenong chose the demonstration tea farm in Chong'an Chishi, Wuyi Mountain, Fujian Province as the site.In the sound of gunfire, Hang Han, the next generation descendant of the Hang family, brought his younger sister Huang Jiaofeng, together with all the staff and facilities of the Southeast Tea Farm, led by Zuzhou Wan I! D moved to Chong'an, Wuyishan, Fujian. Before leaving, Huang Jiaofeng, who was still ignorant and understanding, took Hang Han's hand and asked, "Brother Han, do we want Wanchuan?" "Why not! One day we'll be back." "I'll come back with you." Jiaofeng said happily, she likes this place very much, she likes the tea here, also likes the citrus here, she also likes the green mountains and green waters here, and the best Chinese people she met here tea man. In June 1942, in Wuyi Mountain, Fujian Province, the China Tea Research Institute officially started work-a major event in the history of China's tea industry, which was written into the thousands of years of tea history of Chinese civilization during such a bloody confrontation.