In April, a fine, persistent drizzle fell. Fang Qingyuan sat upright in a room at the Qingfeng Tea Garden, quietly listening to a tea farmer's report.
"Master Fang, this year's entire harvest of Qingfeng Silver Hero Tea has been collected. We've weighed it, and the yield is a bit higher than last year, totaling eleven catties and three taels. Here are the detailed figures for your inspection, Master."
The man speaking was named Qu Wei. He was in his forties and had a steady, dependable air about him.
Qu Wei respectfully handed a jade box to Fang Qingyuan. Fang Qingyuan opened it and saw neat layers of silvery-white tea leaves stacked inside.
Fang Qingyuan picked up a leaf and examined it closely. He found that the entire leaf was silvery-white and felt heavy in his hand, as if it had been cast from high-quality silver. The veins on its surface were so clearly visible that it hardly looked like something that had grown naturally.
