klisemfg Chapter 151 Nanwan Lake
Chapter 151 Nanwan Lake
Li Fugui wants to give everyone an unforgettable appointment at Nanwan Lake.
At dawn, soft light filtered through the inn's window lattices, quietly casting a shadow on the sleeping faces. As soon as Li Fugui opened his eyes, the plan he had devised the previous night popped into his mind. He rolled out of bed, quickly put on his clothes, and with an expression of uncontrollable excitement on his face, he headed straight for Sister Xiao Tao's room.
He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door. The soft voice of Sister Xiao Tao inquired from inside. The door opened. Sister Xiao Tao was sleepy, with her long hair casually draped over her shoulders. A few strands of hair playfully fell beside her cheeks, adding a bit of lazy and soft beauty for no reason. Li Fugui saw this and quickly grinned, revealing a big white tooth. He said with a smile: "Sister Xiao Tao, wake up! I'm telling you, I've figured it out early this morning. We have to get up early tomorrow morning and go to Nanwan Lake, the birthplace of Xinyang Maojian, to take a good look. I've heard that the place has a unique scenery of lakes and mountains, with tea plantations everywhere and the fragrance of tea all over the mountains. It will definitely be a feast for our eyes!"
Xiao Tao's eyes, which had been a little hazy at first, suddenly lit up. She raised her hand to tuck the hair behind her ear, nodded slightly, and replied with a smile on her lips, "It sounds like a good place. I haven't seen how the hair tips grow in person yet. Okay, I'll follow your arrangement." After receiving the agreement, Li Fugui rubbed his hands excitedly, turned around and started shouting, "Zhang Bei, Zhang Nan, Xiao Xing, Ting Jian, don't sleep in, we have something important to discuss!"
Everyone gradually emerged from their rooms and gathered in the inn's courtyard, all looking puzzled. Li Fugui cleared his throat and vividly recounted his plan to visit Nanwan Lake. He added, "We've got to clean up our livestream this time so the guys and gals in the room can also experience the beautiful scenery of Xinyang. They might even be tempted to come and visit!"
Zhang Bei's eyes lit up when he heard this. He usually loved tinkering with filming equipment, and live streaming was right up his alley. He immediately patted his chest and promised, "Okay, Fugui, I'll take care of the camera arrangements for the live broadcast. I'll definitely make sure everything is crystal clear and the scenery is captured beautifully!" Zhang Nan, who was standing by, also jumped up and raised his hand, shouting crisply, "I'll help too. I'll show you guys the fun things to do in the tea garden!" Everyone laughed. Xiao Xing poked Zhang Nan's forehead lightly and said with a smile, "You always think about fun things."
Zhang Tingjian nodded slightly and said steadily: "Live streaming is a good idea. It can promote our place and it can be considered a contribution to the local area. I can also help keep an eye on the equipment to make sure nothing goes wrong." After that, everyone began to discuss the details of the live streaming enthusiastically, from the opening words to the key scenery to be displayed, no matter how big or small.
Nanwan Lake boasts a long and rich history. Its formation dates back to ancient times, and through geological changes, it converged into a lake where mountains and water converged. Initially, it served as a water source and natural fishing ground for the surrounding residents, nourishing generations of Xinyang residents.
According to legend, in ancient times, Dayu once visited this place to control floods. He dredged mountain rivers and streams, which indirectly created the prototype of Nanwan Lake. This area of water has a connection with the legend of China's flood control.
During the Tang and Song dynasties, tea culture flourished. The gentle slopes of the hills around Nanwan Lake gradually became an ideal home for tea trees due to its mild climate and fertile soil. Xinyang Maojian tea came to prominence, tea boats shuttled across the lake, and the docks were bustling with trade. Tea was distributed to all directions through here, bringing prosperity to the local area.
It has experienced many twists and turns in modern times. During the war years, it silently witnessed the smoke of war, and the surrounding people protected the lake and the land. In peacetime, after vigorous development and improvement, it has transformed from a simple fishing and tea base to a tourist destination. Cruise ships and pleasure boats shuttle back and forth, the lake and island landscapes are diverse, and the ancient monuments are restored and renewed. It has become a dazzling pearl of Xinyang, carrying the past of a thousand years to welcome guests from all over the world.
The next morning, just as the sky was beginning to turn pale, the group set off in a small car towards Nanwan Lake. As the car slowly moved forward, the scenery outside the window unfolded like a flowing ink painting. Mountains, like slumbering giants, loomed faintly in the morning mist, undulating in a continuous pattern. Dewdrops still lingering in the fields shimmered in the dim light, like stars scattered across the earth. Sitting by the window, Sister Tao, her eyes captivated, couldn't help but sigh softly, "The scenery along this way is so captivating! I never knew how enchanting Nanwan Lake must be."
Arriving at Nanwan Lake Scenic Area, as soon as we stepped off the bus, a refreshing breeze of water, mingled with the aroma of tea, washed over us, refreshing our souls. Nanwan Lake before us resembled a giant mirror, its clear waters shimmering under the gentle sunlight, reflecting the surrounding lush green mountains. It felt almost surreal, like a fairyland. In the distance, a thin mist still lingered on the lake, and a few small boats loomed, seemingly weaving through the clouds. Their bows sliced through the water, sending ripples across the surface and shattering the lake's tranquility.
Walking along the winding path along the lakeside into the tea garden, one is greeted by lush greenery. Rows of tea trees are neatly arranged, like a meticulously woven green carpet. Crystal dewdrops hang from the leaves, like translucent jade beads, shimmering in the sunlight. Tea farmers, wearing conical hats and carrying bamboo baskets, flutter among the tea trees like butterflies, expertly plucking the freshest buds. With a light tap of their fingertips, the buds and leaves fall into the baskets, creating a rhythmic melody all their own.
Zhang Bei quickly set up his equipment and adjusted the angle. As the livestream began, a stream of early-rising viewers streamed in. He greeted them enthusiastically, "Good morning, everyone in the livestream! Look where we are now! This is Nanwan Lake, the home of Xinyang Maojian tea. Look at these tea plantations covering the mountains. The air is filled with the fragrance of tea. We'll get closer and show you how Maojian is picked." Then, the camera panned to focus on a tea farmer.
The livestream was buzzing with comments, some marveling at the beautiful scenery, others curious about the art of tea picking. Zhang Nan, seizing the right moment, leaned into the microphone and introduced, with gusto, "Brothers and sisters, this tea garden is so much fun. You can only pick the tips of the tea leaves, not the old ones. Those aren't Maojian." Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere grew increasingly lively.
Sister Tao was also busy, gently picking up a bamboo basket and following the tea farmers' lead. Her slender fingers weaved through the leaves, soon coating the bottom of the basket with a layer of tender green. She smiled at the camera, "Guys, picking Maojian is very particular. You have to pick the very tip of the bud, when each bud and leaf are just beginning to unfold, when they are most tender and fresh. The tea they make is incredibly fragrant."
Li Fugui was like a nimble spinning top, shuttling around the tea garden, sometimes helping tea farmers pass baskets, sometimes taking pictures of the scenery from different angles, and occasionally shouting in the live broadcast room: "Family members, see this tea garden scenery, and the hard work of the tea farmers. Our Xinyang Maojian is hard-earned. Everyone must try it when it is ready!" Zhang Tingjian watched the equipment silently to ensure a smooth live broadcast. Occasionally, he would explain a few words about the history of tea culture to the camera. His steady voice added a bit of profound background to the live broadcast.
As the sun rose, the heat in the tea gardens intensified, but the enthusiasm remained undimmed. They took their livestream audience on a stroll from the tea gardens to the lakeside, where they watched fishermen cast their nets, silvery fish leaping and struggling in the nets, splashing the water. They then strolled to the lakeside pavilions and recounted ancient legends of the region, captivating the audience with rapt attention. This livestream, like a key, unlocked a gateway to the beauty of Xinyang, allowing people thousands of miles away to immerse themselves in the breathtaking scenery, tea, and cultural charm of Nanwan Lake. Amidst laughter and joy, they carved vivid memories of this land, memories they will cherish in the future, filled with nothing but joy and no regrets.
As the sun set in the west, the livestream concluded successfully. Everyone, though exhausted, felt a sense of accomplishment. They knew their day's trip to Nanwan Lake had not only filled their own eyes and hearts, but had also, through that small screen, conveyed this beauty to countless others. The name of Xinyang Nanwan Lake, carried by the internet signal, spread far and wide. And the friendship they had shared along the way, witnessed by the beautiful scenery of the lake and mountains, grew ever more mellow and profound, much like the lingering sweetness of Maojian tea, with its endless aftertaste.