A few days later, in the evening, it was dark.
Zhao Xiaoyang finally met Lu Qingquan's men at the village entrance.
Xiao Jin was driving the car in front, followed by the pickup truck, while Wu Guangtai rolled up his sleeves and personally stayed in the back of the car to keep watch.
Zhao Xiaoyang knew what was in the car. It was the dying golden needles that Lu Qingquan had brought over.
Zhao Xiaoyang greeted cheerfully, then jumped into the back of the car, startling Wu Guangtai.
"The boy is in good health!"
"It's okay, it's okay! Let's go up the mountain! There's no one ahead!"
Soon the car quietly went up the mountain.
Lu Qingquan had already decided on the ground, right in Zhao Xiaoyang's yard.
Lu Qingquan recognized this place because the white tea trees planted by Zhao Xiaoyang were placed here.
It doesn’t matter to Zhao Xiaoyang.
The pits were dug, and with the help of Wu Guangtai, a group of people planted the trees that were airlifted in.
Zhao Xiaoyang didn't care as he watched Wu Guangtai and Lu Qingquan busying themselves seemingly professionally.
They couldn't make the tree survive in the place where it originally grew. Now that it came to Zhao Xiaoyang, everything naturally depended on his ability.
After finishing, Lu Qingquan gave repeated instructions and then left.
As soon as they left, Zhao Xiaoyang gave them a can of growth agent.
Suddenly, there were bursts of soft sucking sounds coming from the soil at the foot of the tea tree.
By the next morning, the grass at the foot of the tree had already sprouted.
In the next few days, Lu Qingquan regularly brought people to check at night.
Lu Qingquan's expression became weirder day by day. On the third day, when Lu Qingquan saw the Junshan Golden Needle, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Xiaoyang, you...you really have a treasure here!"
"oh?"
Zhao Xiaoyang curled his lips and smiled slightly at the Junshan Golden Needle standing steadily: "It's okay, but my words don't count. Uncle Lu, do you think the tea tree is alive?"
"It should be alive. Let's see if it can grow again!"
Lu Qingquan and Wu Guangtai looked at each other, both of them looked incredulous.
They had transplanted the tea tree themselves, so their technique was flawless. The biggest problem was that the tree had reached the end of its lifespan and was beyond saving.
As the saying goes, a tree that is moved will die, but a person who is moved will live. In fact, transplanting the tree to Zhao Xiaoyang is already Sima's last resort.
Lu Qingquan had prepared himself for failure, but he didn't expect that after three days, the tea tree would still stand firmly.
Many of the leaves that had turned yellow were actually reviving little by little.
"Xiaoyang, you have done a great job!"
"Uncle Lu, you're welcome. I didn't do anything. I just watered it."
Zhao Xiaoyang smiled secretly: "It's not destined to die!"
"No, your land is definitely better!"
"Well, it's true that the land is good, I won't be modest about that."
Hearing this, Lu Qingquan laughed.
This scene was truly magical, but it was exactly what he wanted.
Even if it is a little more magical, Lu Qingquan is willing to believe it!
This tea tree has been taken care of by his grandfather's generation, and it almost died in his hands.
In the next month, the Junshan golden needles planted in front of Zhao Xiaoyang's yard grew better and better.
Lu Qingquan came again, looking at the tea tree and thinking again and again: "Xiaoyang, we dare not move this tree for the time being, so we will plant it here with you for the time being."
"Sure! No problem!"
Zhao Xiaoyang smiled slightly: "Just treat me to some of this delicious tea when the time comes."
"Haha, of course you can. Without you, the tea tree would be lost."
Lu Qingquan smiled happily: "But I have a request."
"Oh? What's up?"
"Could you please set aside some space here? I want to transplant a few more mother trees here."
"ah?"
Zhao Xiaoyang was stunned and frowned.
That's too much.
But it’s hard to refuse.
If this were a normal farm, helping Lu Qingquan transplant a few trees would not only not be a hassle but would be a good thing!
After thinking about it, Zhao Xiaoyang finally agreed.
He knew that the tea trees that Lu Qingquan was going to transplant must be national treasure-level tea trees, and he would not transplant them easily unless it was absolutely necessary.
Who wouldn’t worry about killing the tea trees along the way?
But his farm is so magical that it actually brought the Junshan Golden Needle back to life. Now Lu Qingquan will naturally think about whether he can bring other ones back to life.
As for Zhao Xiaoyang, he thought that this was not entirely a bad thing for him.
Zhishuizhan needs the famous tea grown on his own farm, and what Lu Qingquan brought are all national treasures, so just a few of them would be a help!
However, after a while, several tea trees had already stood on a piece of vacant land on Zhao Xiaoyang's farm.
They were all varieties that Zhao Xiaoyang couldn’t recognize, and each one was growing better than the other.
Even today, Lu Qingquan brought in a tea tree in broad daylight that didn't look sick at all.
"Xiaoyang, please help me, give me another one."
"Uh... okay!"
Zhao Xiaoyang has given up struggling.
Just agree to it directly, and he won't have to worry about anything here.
Lu Qingquan has been coming here every few days recently and is almost treating this place as a testing ground.
So today he also invited Xu Wei's engineering team over.
The group went directly to the back mountain, which was a flat place that Zhao Xiaoyang had found a few days ago when he was playing around with Baozi.
Zhao Xiaoyang contracted this area, and he simply asked Xu Wei to come and help him build a house.
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