Ma Liewen put on an apron and tied around his waist a small pouch Chen Dabe had brought him.
Qin Lin looked at Old Ma, who was taking this so seriously, and couldn't help laughing. He could only take another pouch and tie it around his own waist.
The pouches were for holding tea leaves.
While picking tea, they could drop the leaves into the pouches as they went. Once a pouch was full, they could transfer the leaves elsewhere.
It was a very convenient tool that saved time and effort.
The three tea trees were tall, and picking all the leaves from their upper branches would take some time. They would also need a ladder.
Without good physical stamina, picking all the leaves from these three trees would take a lot of work and effort.
For a pampered rich man, it might have been a difficult task.
But what surprised Qin Lin was that Old Ma showed no sign of resting as he picked the tea leaves. He even seemed to be enjoying himself.
As they picked, he still had the energy to chat with Qin Lin about tea.
Sure enough, only passion could be a man's greatest motivation.
At last, they got a few people to help. After quite some time, they finished picking all the tea leaves, which came to about seventy pounds.
Ma Liewen hurriedly said, "Qin Lin, the tea tastes best when it's roasted right after picking. If you leave it too long, it'll lose some of its aroma."
Hearing that, Qin Lin teased him. "Old Ma, you've found a pretty good excuse to make me do the hard work."
Ma Liewen immediately replied with righteous indignation, "Qin Lin, what kind of person do you take me for? I'm doing this so the tea will