The spring rain lingers, but the moment it stops, the hills of Pinglin wake up. There’s an old saying: "Three days before Grain Rain is too early; three days after is too late." Watching over the tea garden, the first lesson we learn is "waiting." Waiting for the rain to stop, for the leaves to soften, and for that one perfect moment.
Spring tea, essentially, is a gift snatched from the hands of God.
Office staff gear up and rush into the fields.......
The "Battle for People" is on.
At this time of year, the tea-picking grandmas are busier than movie stars. And since "spring weather is as moody as a stepmother," the forecast from a week ago rarely matches the actual day. A sudden rain can ruin everything. If it rains on the day we booked the grandmas, we have to cancel. Once the rain stops, we can’t just delay by a day—their schedules are already fully booked by other farmers.
Meanwhile, the tea masters are already on standby at the factory. We must harvest enough tea leaves to keep them busy; we can't have them standing around with nothing to do.
With so many tea gardens to manage, figuring out the logistics and manpower is a true science.
The garden is huge, and we want to use two harvesting machines. But there’s no one to run them! What do we do? We do it ourselves! Office staff who usually sit at desks put on their gear, roll up their sleeves, and pull on rain boots. One carries the harvester while another hauls the heavy bags of tea leaves. These "scholars" look a bit out of place trekking through the fields, but they give it their absolute all.
Come and have a cup of organic tea that protects our ecosystem!
Tea farmers live at the mercy of the weather.
But strangely, "heaven protects the simple-hearted." Despite the chaotic rhythm, the last-minute helpers, and the exhaustion, everything always seems to work out in the end.
The moment the fragrance of tea fills the air, everything becomes "just right." In this rhythm of sudden sun and sudden rain, this cup of tea finds its perfect balance. We used to try to control everything, but later we realized—we are simply a part of nature.
The sweat dries, and the tea shines bright in the cup.
Everything is exactly as it should be. This is a perfect harvest.
In the rhythm of sun and rain, this tea finds its perfect balance. <br>We used to want to control everything, but then we learned: we are simply a part of nature.