Zhuangzhuang loves small animals, and immediately said excitedly to Murun, "Mom, let me hug you."
Madam Qiao chimed in, "That won't do. Although it's small, its beak is quite sharp. We don't want it to hurt the young master. Why don't you hold it, Auntie? You can touch its fur."
Mu Run handed the fledgling eagle to her, saying, "Yes, Zhuangzhuang will listen to Aunt Qiao."
Zhuangzhuang had no choice but to agree, "Okay, then I'll touch its wings."
Along the way, Zhuangzhuang seemed to have found something fun to do, teasing the fledgling eagle from time to time.
Mu Run then chatted with Yao Yao about her experiences in the mountain village.
"You said your sister came several times, but you didn't see her even once?"
"Yes. I know that now we can't entirely blame her, but I really don't want to see her right now."
"Just follow your own heart for now. But don't be too distant with your sister either."
"No, she knows what I mean and won't come over now." Yao Yao supported Mu Run, looking at the steps leading up the mountain. "I'm much better now."
"That's good. Remember that you are the most important person." Mu Run patted her hand.
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Along the way, tea pickers who had reaped a bountiful harvest came down the mountain one after another. Some of them did not know Mu Run, but they knew Qiao Niangzi and Yao Yao, and greeted them warmly.
There were also elderly people who had picked tea with Mu Run before, or who had attended Mu Run and Fu Yunchen's wedding. When they saw Mu Run, they were initially shocked, but then they saw Mu Run waving her hand to stop them, so they swallowed back the words "Your Majesty the Empress," but still bowed respectfully.
The mountain god temple was built in front of an ancient tea tree. It was not large, but it was kept extremely clean and tidy. The offerings included chicken, duck, fish, meat, fruit, tea, and snacks, which were quite plentiful.
Mu Run also bowed and led Zhuang Zhuang to offer incense to the Chongyang Mountain God. Then, looking at the golden statue of the Chongyang Mountain God, he noticed that it did resemble his true form quite well.
"Who carved the mountain god statue?" Mu Run asked Qiao Niangzi.
Qiao Niangzi replied, "He is an old craftsman in the village, everyone calls him Old Cat."
"Old Cat?" Mu Run thought for a moment, and seemed to have some impression of him.
"He's quite old, almost a hundred years old. He's been critically ill several times, but each time he's pulled through. So everyone says he's like a cat, with nine lives, and he's incredibly long-lived."
“Our Chongyang Mountain has the best feng shui,” Mu Run said with a smile.
Yao Yao said, "Yes, I don't want to leave either. I'll go back to the inn to get busy once it opens."
Mu Run said, "Sure. I heard from Yang Yang that he's planning to find a helper. His wife is always going out to see patients, and sometimes she's busy all day."
"Then tell him to stop looking for people. I can go there right now," Yao Yao said urgently.
Mu Run nodded, "Okay, I'll talk to him about it later."
After paying respects to the mountain god, Mu Run took Zhuang Zhuang and taught him how to pick tea leaves.
Zhuangzhuang may be small, but she has a lot of strength. In no time, she picked a large handful and handed it to Murun, who looked up with her rosy little face, waiting to be praised.
Mu Run pinched his pretty little face and praised him, "Great job! Mom will use the tea leaves we picked today to make a pot of tea later, okay?"
"Okay!" Zhuangzhuang ran off to pick tea leaves in other places.
Lady Qiao kept a close watch on him, fearing that he might do something wrong.
Mu Run also started picking leaves, and would occasionally smell the aroma of the green leaves, which surprisingly had a good flavor, in no way inferior to spring tea.
"The mountains are truly beautiful; everything here is wonderful," Mu Run exclaimed.
Yao Yao borrowed a bamboo basket from another tea picker and put the tea that Mu Run had picked into it. "Madam, how long will you be staying here?"
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