Chazu

earlier, dragon well was a desolate little village.

the mountains are scattered over ten families.

the people planted bamboo on the mountains, and planted six valleys on the mountains, and lived a painful life from year to year.

there's a stormy hut on the side of the village with a boss' mother.

she's all alone.

she was too old to go to the mountains, to go down, to look after 18 tea trees behind the house.

these tea trees were planted by her companions in the world for decades.

the old tea tree is short of work and has few new leaves, and only a few pounds of old tea can be picked up each year.

the boss's mother is a good man who prefers to live a tough life by leaving some tea each year, burning tea every day, placing two benches under the door shed, and quenching her thirst for pasters who go up and down the hill.

one year after new year's eve, the snow came down, and the left side of the house was set up for a few years in preparation for the new year.

the old lady's house is so poor, the rice tank is so empty, there's nothing left but a few old teahouses.

but she still follows the old rules, gets up early in the morning, grabs her tea in the air, sits on the stove and makes tea.

at that time, the door of the hut was pushed out of the sound of the "boo-boo".

come in an old man with snowflakes all over him.

the boss' mother stood up and said, "o old man, it's snowy in the mountains.

the snowflakes on the old man's sauna went into the house, set fire to the stove hole and spoke to the boss's mother: "what are you burning?" "burning tea!" "it's new year's eve, new year tomorrow." how can you make tea when they're busy?” the mother of the boss groaned and said, “i am poor, poor, poor, unable to provide for god's sake, i have to make tea for passers-by every day.” the old man heard the laugh, "no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

the boss's mother listened strangely, reaching out and looking outside the door, still two old benches under a twirl, and a stone-breaker in the corner of the wall, with old garbage in the rock-breaker — all the same.

the old man came up and pointed at that rock-breaker and said, "well, that's the baby!" "a rock-breaker is a baby! you like it, just move it." "yo, how can i take your baby for nothing! sell it to me.

i'll get somebody to carry it." when the old man said it, he took the snow and left.

she's looking at the rock.

she thinks it's so dirty.

and then he took the old junk from it and buried it in the back of the house at the root of the 18 old tea trees.

a bucket of fresh water was brought to the wells, and the rubble washed clean and clean, and the sewage washed down on the roots of the old tea tree.

the old man came and looked at the door and screamed, "hey, baby? hey, baby"Well, where did you put the stuff?" "I poured it behind the old tea tree." When the old man went around the house, he looked at it, and he couldn't stop going down the road: “But, unfortunately, the pebbles were on that old garbage, and now that they're buried under the root of the tea tree, let's make 18 old tea trees.” When he said so, he led him away.

New Year's Eve.

Soon, spring.

That year, the 18 old tea trees behind the boss's mother's house came from a green bud.

The tea that is taken is thin and sweet.

When the neighbours saw their mother's tea tree grow so well, they cut off the bamboo, collected the six valleys, and started the tea tree with the 18 tea trees in the mountains so far away.

Every year, more and more, more and more.

Later, tea trees were planted throughout the mountains in the area of Dragon Well.

Because the tea produced in this area is so thin and fragrance that it tastes so beautiful, the Dragon Well Tea is famous everywhere.

Until now, the tea farmers have said that 18 tea trees behind the boss's mother's house are the ancestral rice of the Dragon Well Tea。