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[Legend of the Magnate]

[Episode 17]

Come out.

It's not a debt collector.

Not a debt collector?

Then he must be here to give me money.

[Mr. Liao]

As if!

Let's go.

I'm telling you,

don't you go lending him
a large sum of money.

Otherwise,

he'll only be able to pay you back
in his next life.

Bah.

Who asked you to set a deadline for me?

I won't pay it back even in my next life.

We have a guest.

Go make some tea quickly.

Give me a break.

All the tea-making utensils

have been pawned by you.

What am I supposed to use to make tea?

Have a seat. Please.

What brings you here?

It's like this, Mr. Liao.

My name is Gu Pingyuan,
from Shanjian Village.

Mr. Bai from our village

sent me here to invite you over.

Invite me over?

To drink and eat,

or to have tea and catch up?

To go process tea.

P-Process tea?

What tea is there to process?

The tea mountains have all been

burned down by those bastards.

What tea is there left to process?

Besides,

if there were tea to process,

would I have lost this badly?

If there were tea to process,
you'd have lost even worse.

W-We're talking business here.

Stop interrupting.

Don't try to fool me.

I wouldn't dare.

A new batch of tea seedlings
has arrived in our village.

We're hoping to harvest another crop
before Qingming Festival.

Everyone in the village

is counting on it for their livelihood.

Alright.

Give it to me then.

What?

The money, you fool.

-Oh, right.
-Are you stupid?

No, no.

Don't you give him money.

He's got nothing left—

just a mouth that talks.

If you give him money, it'll be as good as
throwing it into the water.

You...

Of course I'd take the money

to the pawnshop

to redeem all the tea-processing equipment

that's been pawned.

That goes without saying, okay?

Give it a rest.

Don't give it to him.

This is just...

Here are the pawn vouchers.

[Xing'an Pawnshop]

Keep them for now

and consider them as a deposit.

When the time comes,

redeem all those items for us.

If you're sincere about

inviting my father over to process tea,

just send a carriage

to pick us up.

But you

absolutely cannot give him money.

I understand.

Thank you, Miss Liao.

Thank you, Mr. Liao.

Honey.

Don't undermine my reputation like this

in front of Mr. Bai's friend,

okay?

You don't have a reputation
to be undermined.

Your reputation

has been tarnished by those creditors
long ago.

Come on, go inside and hide.

If they come to beat you up,

I-I won't be able to stop them.

Hurry up and go.

Let's go.

I'd better send you off quickly,

otherwise he'll start coming up with

all kinds of ways
to borrow money from you.

My family can't afford that kind of debt.

Please.

Miss,

please take

these five taels of silver.

You're pitying me.

No, not at all.

I just don't want your father

to live in such hardship.

Five taels isn't much.

Please take it.

You can buy some tea and food.

Just consider it a token of respect
from a junior to an elder.

My father's tea processing skills

are second to none.

I'll make sure he does a good job,

and I guarantee you'll be satisfied.

Thank you then.

Goodbye.

Honey,

at least leave some cash.

The debt collectors are here!

Honey,

just give me some loose change.

I'm begging you.

Honey! Honey!

Honey!

Why did they call us here?

Don't tell me it's another tea collector.

Everyone!

Is everyone here?

This year's tea harvest

still depends on all your hard work.

We need to get the tea collected.

But...

[Hou Er
from the Tea Merchants' Association]

I-In all fairness,

the tea plantation has burned down.

How are we supposed to give you tea?

That's right. We don't have any.

Besides,

when are you going to pay back

the tea money you already owed us?

Pay up! Pay up! Pay up!

Gu Pingwen.

Your family's tea is

of the worst quality, honestly.

If I hadn't been so generous

to buy your tea,

who else would want it?

And you dare to ask me for money?

Get lost!

We're here today to give you a reminder:

with war raging everywhere,

if it weren't for Mr. Hou Er

finding you buyers,

you'd all be left starving!

Each and every one of you,

don't say I didn't warn you.

If you dare to damage

my reputation,

don't even think about
getting your tea money—

not even a penny!

Let's go.

Let's go.

Move aside!

♪ Tea picking in January
marks the new year ♪

♪ Tea picking in February
welcomes the new spring ♪

♪ Tea picking in March,
as peach blossoms blush crimson ♪

♪ Tea picking in April keeps us busy ♪

♪ Tea picking in September,
when chrysanthemums are yellow ♪

♪ Tea picking in October,
when it's briefly warm ♪

♪ Tea picking in November,
when snowflakes fall ♪

♪ Tea picking in December,
when another year passes ♪

Mr. Liao.

How did I fall asleep?

It's gone bad.

I watched Pingwen

put the rice ball in his mouth

and fall asleep without even chewing.

Pingyuan, look how hard I've worked.

I could fall asleep even while eating.

You can't do that.

Why can't I?

Get the bamboo sieve.

Bring the fresh tea leaves!

Mr. Liao.

This tea has a strange aroma.

Strange?

How is it strange?

It seems to have a hint of

pine needle fragrance,

like the scent of morning sunlight

streaming through a pine forest.

Father.

You heard that?

You know what this is called?

This is called
"goods find their discerning buyer."

So stop boasting about

no one understanding you.

There is a pine needle fragrance.

You're absolutely right.

This cast iron wok of mine,

do you know how old it is?

No idea.

Made during the Jiajing era
of the Ming Dynasty.

It's this old?

This has been passed down
from the elders.

The older a wok is, the better it works,
you know?

It's just it rusts easily.

And it gets hot to the touch.

You need to use it often

and maintain it regularly.

Do you know how

our elders maintained these woks?

With pine needles?

That's right.

Stir-frying pine needles
serves two purposes:

first, to let the young ones
practice their craft;

second, to extract the oil
from the pine needles

to season the wok.

This wok has been used for
hundreds of years,

so naturally the tea takes on

that subtle pinewood aroma.

You can savor it subtly,
yet can't quite catch it.

That's the beauty of it—

in its subtlety.

Combined with the way
I control the heat when frying the tea,

it makes the tea

taste fresh on the palate

with a lingering, delicate aftertaste.

Alright, Father.

Stop weighing yourself up

and singing your own praises.

How is

Mr. Bai's health?

He's gotten better.

That's good.

After I finish processing this tea,

I'll go check on him.

Bring some more fresh tea leaves.

I-I'll help.

Hurry up.

Listen, Pingyuan.

I'm just like Mr. Bai,

with only one daughter.

If anyone tries to take my daughter away,

I'll kill him.

I think Pingwen

is a good man.

To save his life,

how about letting him be
my live-in son-in-law?

What's going on with you guys?

Chop-chop.

[Gu's Mansion]

Mother.

It smells wonderful.

Give it a taste.

What's the rush?

I haven't finished enjoying the aroma yet.

Drinking it now

would be a waste.

Mrs. Gu,

you're an expert.

I've grown tea my whole life

and have only managed to
understand a little.

I wouldn't dare show off
in front of you, Mr. Liao.

It's truly excellent.

So tell me,

what makes it so good?

As this tea goes down

from my lips to tongue,

and then to throat,

the aroma changes at every point.

The fragrance is also quite peculiar.

There's the fresh scent of pine needles

and also a hint of orchid fragrance.

But I'm clearly drinking

our family's Silver Bud tea.

What's going on here?

Why don't you take a guess?

Well, I think

since they burned the tea plantation,

the soil got strong fire energy.

And before harvesting the tea,

there were two rainfalls.

The rain before Qingming Festival

is heavy with yin energy.

The bright fire meets the yin water.

Tea growers

call this fragrance
"the aroma of providence."

I don't know if I'm right.

That's exactly it.

Mrs. Gu.

I'm truly impressed by you.

You're a real expert.

So here's what I'll do.

From now on,

I'll process tea for your family

without charging a single penny.

This won't do.

Mr. Liao.

Since we've obtained this fine tea,

why don't you give it a name?

Then I'll respectfully oblige.

I've been processing tea my entire life,

and this is the masterpiece of my life.

There's an ancient book

on tea processing in my house.

The book says,

"its fragrance resembles orchids,

and its buds whiter than snow,

thus named Orchid Snow."

What do you think

of the name Orchid Snow?

It sounds beautiful.

Great.

Orchid Snow.

That's it then.

Alright.

I'll go check on Mr. Bai.

I'll go with you.

Let's go.

Mr. Liao.

I've asked Pingwen

to inform everyone in the village.

I'm thinking about selling all the tea

of our village this year.

Are you crazy?

As you said,

this tea has a unique aroma,

which is truly extraordinary.

I think it's a great business opportunity.

So you know how to do business?

I didn't realize that.

Do you know who

all this tea is for?

I do.

Isn't it for that Mr. Hou Er?

He always buys

our tea at

the lowest price,

[Gu's Mansion]

and he often

delays paying the tea farmers.

So I want to take this opportunity

to sell it myself,

so as to give back to the villagers

and let them make some profit too.

You... Sell it yourself?

Let me tell you something.

Tea

is just like a young lady—

once this period passes,

it won't be worth much.

As for

doing business...

I mean, you...

I beat those 10 people so badly

that they even called me "Father."

"Father."

What are you doing?

Why don't you

consider my suggestion?

Pingwen!

I asked you to collect tea buds.

How many have you collected?

5,000 catties.

5,000 catties?

You bought the whole village's tea?

You think I was joking?

I really bought it.

That's quite a move.

You're young, yet quite ambitious.

This time,

you'll have to fight it out with them.

Want to make a bet

and see who wins?

No.

Father.

I've been thinking.

Those tea-processing utensils of ours,

let's not take them back.

So you won't pawn them again.

Otherwise, you'll even have nothing
to brag about.

Not taking them back?

Then who's going to maintain the wok?

You had it pawned for half a year.

I didn't see you maintaining it either—

just left it in the pawnshop to rust.

Don't always say things

I don't like to hear in front of others.

What do we do
if we don't take the wok back?

Leave it at his house.

We'll come back to process tea again
next year.

Gu Pingwen.

Let's talk.

I can see right through

your little schemes!

Ouch, ouch.

Control your father!

Stop it.

Alright.

We still need to visit Mr. Bai.

I'm watching you.

The boiling water

has different stages.

Right now, it's at the "crab-eye boil,"

when it looks like the eyes of a crab.

At this point,

the water is 70% cooked

and 30% raw—

perfect for

brewing aged tea.

Look,

now

it's at "lotus-flower boil."

From bottom to top,

it forms a column of water,

and the water bubbles grow larger
as they rise.

The temperature now

is 90% cooked

and 10% raw.

For brewing fresh tea,

this is the perfect timing.

This water temperature

can also remove the grassy smell

from the tea leaves.

Look.

This is what we call "lotus-leaf boil."

It's 100% cooked.

When a person gets old,

everything clears up—

except the blood vessels.

They lose interest

in worldly matters.

Living on in good health is alright,

but if they're alive
and constantly sick and frail,

then there's no point in it.

Might as well die early
and reincarnate sooner.

Father.

You're talking nonsense again.

This snow you preserved last year

is really excellent.

If you like it, drink more.

It was Yimei's doing.

I could never manage that kind of

slow, meticulous work.

This snow was collected so well.

I really can't bear to use it.

If it's all gone,

what will you drink?

I won't be drinking it for much longer.

That's true.

Just drink it all.

That kid is quite skillful.

Every winter she would store

dozens of jars of snow in the cellar

for me to use for brewing tea.

Those days are gone now.

People can't possibly drink good tea

for a whole lifetime.

When we have good tea, we drink it—

there's no need to hold back.

And when it's gone, don't dwell on it.

If you dwell on it,

you're just making yourself suffer.

That's true.

I've enjoyed more than 10 years

of my daughter's care.

How can I still be clinging to
these things?

You see things more clearly than I do.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Nothing?

You know, a gambler's eyes

are as sharp as scissors.

Saying nothing's wrong?

Mr. Bai...

He's suffering greatly.

Who in this world doesn't suffer?

Even the Emperor himself—

he used to be that happy,

yet he died in Rehe,

becoming a ghost in a foreign land.

Enough. Stop talking nonsense.

Hurry up and plug

that hole under your nose.

Mr. Liao isn't wrong though.

Mr. Bai's pulse

has actually already stopped.

Sometimes I can feel it, sometimes not.

He's hanging on by a single breath.

I know

there's resentment in his heart

and can't let go of certain matters.

He always talks

as if he sees through everything,

but that may not be true.

People all have

their own attachments.

Think about it—

if anyone dares to
run off with my daughter,

I'll slaughter him with my own hands.

Listen to yourself.

These past days,

Mr. Bai can still occasionally

crack a joke or two,

but I know

he's just forcing himself.

My friend Bai spent his whole life
doing good deeds.

He doesn't deserve to suffer like this.

Mr. Liao,

what are you doing?

I'll go see him off.

What are you trying to do?

Bai.

This cup is already old.

It's okay to replace it.

Each generation has its own blessings.

Holding onto it is pointless.

Thanks a lot.

Bai.

Have a peaceful journey.

Let's go drink.

Sir...

[A long journey
with heavy responsibilities]

[Guiding to the Western Paradise]

[Mr. Bai Shi'an's Tomb]

Sir.

You've treated me like your own son

and taught me the principles of life.

Although Yimei and I

aren't destined to be husband and wife,

we still share a brother-sister bond.

If I meet her again in this life,

I will definitely do my best

to protect her.

Please rest assured.

[Mr. Bai Shi'an's Tomb]

[Guiding to the Western Paradise]

[Guiding to the Western Paradise]

Mr. Liao.

There's something I want to ask you about.

You're a scholar,

and I'm merely a worthless gambler,

an old codger.

What's there to ask me about?

I don't understand why
the moment you smashed the cup,

Mr. Bai departed peacefully.

You see, people

grow from young to old,

aging gradually.

Getting old is only normal.

After death, we simply

take on a new physical form.

Obsessing over an old cup

and cold tea leaves—

foolish even more than this old codger
I am.

I, Gu Pingyuan,
humbly take your teaching to heart.

Bai.

I was planning to

have one last drink with you.

You left too soon.

[Mr. Bai Shi'an's Tomb]

Let's meet again

in the underworld.

This gourd of wine,

[Guiding to the Western Paradise]

I'll leave it here for you.

Bai,

there isn't much wine.

Drink it sparingly.

[Guiding to the Western Paradise]

[Spring Breeze of Yi River]

Mr. Gu!

Mr. Gu!

Open up!

Mr. Gu!

Mr. Gu!

[Gu's Mansion]

Open up!

Mr. Gu! Mr. Gu!

Gu, Gu, Gu! Keep calling Gu!

Are you laying eggs here or what?

Catch your breath first

and speak slowly.

Who is it? Look at you—

your face is all twisted.

Mr. Hou Er is here.

Who?

Mr. Hou Er.

I got it.

Is he the Almighty or something?

Do you need to be this scared?

But he's the biggest tea merchant

in Huizhou.

He's always been the one

who buys our village's tea.

This year, he heard you bought it all,

and he's a bit... A bit upset.

He's resting at the ancestral hall now.

He sent me to ask you over.

He sent for me?

Tell him I'm not available.

I'm not even fully awake yet.

[Gu's Mansion]

Mr. Gu.

Don't be like this.

You really don't know

what Mr. Hou Er is capable of.

It would scare you to death if I told you.

Then tell me. Scare me.

He's a member of
the Tea Merchants' Association.

What's the Tea Merchants' Association?

In Anhui Province,

there's a Tea Merchants' Association.

The members are all
centuries-old major tea guilds.

All the tea trading

and transport is handled by them.

As for this matter,

it was just people from our village

trying to take advantage of you.

[Gu's Mansion]

They saw your high offer

and sold it to you.

But you should know

this is the kind of thing
that can bring trouble.

Bring trouble?

Haven't I brought enough trouble already?

Go tell that...

Hou Er, right?

Mr. Hou Er.

Go tell Mr. Hou Er

that Mr. Gu will see him

after he's finished his breakfast

and had his tea,

and not before.

If he doesn't like it,

he can go back where he came from.

[Gu's Mansion]

You can't be like this.

You're too young.

You really don't know

what Mr. Hou Er is capable of.

I've heard about him.

Every time he comes,

he acts like an emperor—

yelling and scolding,

being picky about everything,

owing tea farmers money

and not paying for half a year at a time—

that's him, isn't it?

Tell him

I've decided to buy this batch of tea.

I won't let him

have his way.

If he's unhappy about it,

let him come to me himself.

[Gu's Mansion]

Mr. Hou Er,

guess what?

Gu Pingyuan is not awake yet.

You came too early.

How about I get you some

food first?

Do you know how many villages

I visit in a day?

You want me to wait here
until he wakes up?

Go,

bang something to wake him up.

Please don't be like this, Mr. Hou Er.

These tea pickers

go all day without food or water,

and they can barely walk straight.

If you have me bang on his door,

he'll beat me up.

Gentlemen,

welcome.

What would you like to drink?

What good stuff do you have here?

What kind would you prefer?

This way.

Local tea.

For local tea,

I recommend Silver Bud.

It's not expensive

and has a wonderful aroma.

Bring us a bit of every kind.

Try this Silver Bud.

Please.

What's wrong?

Is it not good?

Boss.

Do we look like we can't afford to pay?

Why didn't you bring us

your best Silver Bud?

I would never underestimate you gentlemen.

This Silver Bud

is already top quality.

This stuff of yours

is all coarse stems and large leaves.

There's not a trace of
premium golden buds.

Is this what you call

top quality?

Gentlemen,

my bad.

You're true connoisseurs.

There's something

you don't know.

This year, His Majesty is holding
a Grand Tea Competition.

The Tea Merchants' Association

has collected all the finest tea leaves

from everywhere,

saying they're transporting them
to Beijing

for the competition.

What is the Grand Tea Competition?

[Tea Merchants' Association]

Old Master Hu.

This Grand Tea Competition,

what exactly is it about?

Everyone's talking about it.

We're all here to ask

what our Tea Merchants' Association

has in plan,

so we can prepare accordingly.

Yes, indeed.

Well...

That's just a gimmick.

The new Emperor has just taken the throne,

those provinces south of Yangtze River

have just been liberated,

and the Grand Canal has been cleared.

[Old Master Hu, Head of
the Anhui Tea Merchants' Association]

His Majesty had an idea

of transporting southern tea to the north,

just to make everyone's lives

a bit more comfortable.

You overcome all obstacles,

build bridges where needed,

and I believe you'll bring

the gold-lettered plaque
of Top Tea Under Heaven

back for us at all costs!

That's right!

-Bring it back!
-Bring it back!

Therefore,

I've invited the capital's
biggest tea merchant,

Li Wantang,

Mr. Li,

to Anhui for a meeting.

It's said he has connections

in both official and commercial circles.

He'll surely find a way.

Speaking of this Grand Tea Competition,

it's organized by the greatest merchant

under heaven,

the capital's biggest tycoon,

Li Million,

Master Li Wantang.

It just so happens that

the Empress Dowager's birthday
is approaching,

and the young Emperor

wants to please his mother.

That's why Master Li Wantang

came up with this idea

of gathering all the famous types of tea

from across the land

to Beijing

for a competition,

to rank them in order.

In recent years,

tea in the capital

has been as precious as gold.

One tael of ordinary Maojian

costs two strings of cash,

and one tael of fine Hou Kui

or Longjing

costs one tael of gold per tael.

Still in short supply.

And now,

the finest teas from across the land
gather in the capital.

competing for the top position

and fighting for market share.

The top-quality teas

are offered to the two Empress Dowagers,

with His Majesty himself
inscribing calligraphy

on a grand plaque,

making them famous throughout the world.

Wouldn't you agree

that this is truly
a once-in-a-millennium event?

But there's something I don't understand.

How do they rank these teas?

Hou Kui has its own merits,

and Silver Bud has its own charm.

Some people prefer fresh tea,

others prefer aged tea.

Thousands of people

have thousands of different tastes.

So how do they determine
the top tea under heaven?

Well...

I've got it.

Whoever holds the higher rank

gets to decide.

If His Majesty

declares something the best in the world,

you can't exactly disagree, can you?

That's true.

Indeed.

Wholeheartedly convinced.

That's great.

I've got something to say!

Are you crazy?

I can't hold it in any longer!

Excuse me, everyone.

This is a distant cousin of mine

from another family line
who's not very capable.

His name is Hou Er.

He usually helps me manage
the tea collection.

My apologies

if he's offended you.

What do you have to say? Just say it.

If there's someone who doesn't cooperate,

who doesn't take

our Tea Merchants' Association seriously,

what should we do?

What do you mean they don't
take us seriously?

Hoarding goods—

just refusing to sell to us.

Our Tea Merchants' Association
isn't a government office.

If they don't sell,

of course someone else will buy from them.

Did you run your mouth

and offend someone?

Absolutely impossible.

Please have a taste of our tea.

It's excellent.

That guy is just an exile.

He's been inciting the villagers,

telling them not to sell tea
to our association.

You know,

it would be one thing
if he just refuses to sell.

The problem is he said
all those nasty things,

insulting you.

I really couldn't stand it.

How would he even know who I am?

D-Don't talk nonsense.

I'm not! You...

Everyone's here.

About this matter,

Old Master Hu may be able to tolerate it,

but I, Hou Er, cannot.

From today on,

if anyone buys

even a single leaf of tea
from that village,

it will be showing disrespect
to Old Master Hu

and to me, Hou Er.

I'm telling you

that guy's name right now.

His name is Gu Pingyuan.

Gu Pingyuan.

Gu Pingyuan.

You're Mr. Gu Pingyuan, right?

And you're Mr. Gu Pingwen.

Mr. Hou Er

has warned every shop

that if any tea from Shanjian Village

comes in, even one tael,

that shop will be shut down.

So as for the Huizhou area,

don't expect to sell any tea here.

The Tea Merchants' Association

has such powerful influence.

Indeed.

For hundreds of years,

all the tea transported north and south
by river has been under their authority.

Merchants' associations
across the country

communicate with each other,

and in this trade,
they're the ones at the top.

Whatever grievances we have,

we can't speak it out.

How's that?

You heard all that?

What's the use of me hearing it?

You're the one who offended him,

not me.

Pingyuan.

What are you thinking about?

Tea.

Come up with an idea then.

Do you have any ideas?

If you ask me,

just apologize and admit you were wrong.

Why insist on butting heads like this?

So you also think I can't win?

What makes you think you can win?

We've visited so many shops—

which one of them dared to buy our tea?

I believe there must be a place
in this world

where reason prevails.

Let's do this.

When we get back, sort out

the best of our Orchid Snow tea.

I'm going to the capital

to compete against them.

You're going to the Grand Tea Competition?

You think you can bring back

His Majesty's gold-lettered plaque?

Even with a knife at your neck,

you still won't miss a chance to brag.

Old Master Hu.

You've got a visitor.

I, Gu Pingyuan,

pay my respects to you, Old Master Hu.

Mr. Gu,

please sit down and talk.

So you're the one

leading the others in refusing to sell tea

to our Tea Merchants' Association?

I wouldn't say I led them.

Mr. Hou Er haggled too ruthlessly.

I was upset at the time

and ended up speaking rather harshly.

Old Master Hu, I know you are

the head of
the Anhui Tea Merchants' Association,

so I've come specifically to apologize.

This Hou Er

is indeed a distant relative of mine

from another family line.

However,

since everyone

recognizes me as

the head of
the Tea Merchants' Association,

they all say

I'm quite fair in my dealings.

If Hou Er was in any way

remiss in his words,

please forgive him, Mr. Gu.

Please trouble yourself

to tell the villagers

to deliver the tea leaves

directly to
the Tea Merchants' Association.

Old Master Hu.

This is the new tea our family has grown.

I've specially brought it over

for you to taste.

[Orchid Snow]

Isn't this Silver Bud?

What do these words

"Orchid Snow" mean?

This tea is blessed by heaven and earth.

After it's grown,

it has a unique aroma—

a subtle fragrance of orchids,

yet also like green pines after snow:

crisp, pure, and noble.

That's why we renamed it

"Orchid Snow."

The name of the tea

was decided by our ancestors.

By changing its name randomly like this,

aren't you breaking

the ancestors' rules?

No wonder Hou Er wouldn't take it.

Change it back to Silver Bud,

and then I'll taste it.

Old Master Hu.

This tea's fragrance

is truly different from
ordinary Silver Bud.

It's a brand new flavor.

Why don't you give it a try?

New or old, what nonsense.

I've been in the tea business

my entire life.

How could I allow
such disrespect for tradition?

If I let you get away with this today,

what if everyone

starts renaming them randomly?

Should I discipline them or not?

Change it back.

I'm sorry. No can do.

What are you doing?

I can walk by myself.

Let's go. Hurry.

Let go.

They're finally back.

Come on.

Sit.

Everyone's here.

Tell us what happened.

I don't quite understand yet.

What happened?

The Tea Merchants' Association

has officially announced

they won't buy our village's tea anymore.

Was it Hou Er who said that?

Not just Hou Er.

If it were just Hou Er,
that would be fine.

But if the Tea Merchants' Association

refuses to buy our tea,

then it would be

a disaster for our entire village.

Indeed.

Come on.

Bring the stuff up here.

Tomorrow, you two brothers

carry these briers

and come with me to
the Tea Merchants' Association.