"Here are some Silver Pieces that are a bit over a liang, put them there! But let me make it clear up front, I only want the tenderest buds from the very top of the tea plant, not the leaves below! The buds must be kept whole, not torn into tiny pieces! Those that don't meet the requirements, I don't want them!"
Seeing the Silver, then looking at the example of the buds picked by Wang Yongzhu herself, the women immediately became energized. With a clear idea of what to do, they didn't say much else, scattering to delve into the wild tea bushes to begin picking.
They were used to moving through the thickets on the mountainside all year round, naturally developing their own methods. For them, the thorns were an everyday sight, and they had long since secured their trouser legs and sleeves tightly.
Seven or eight women and two or three older girls, each with a basket on her back, dispersed into the wild tea forest as naturally as fish slip into the sea.
