The sky was turning dark.
Li Baoni, carrying a basket of tea leaves, hurried down the mountain and the first thing she did upon returning home was to hang the basket and weigh it—
"One and two-tenths of a pound."
This was her usual efficiency. To be precise, it was the same for most of the people in the village.
She spread the tea leaves out on a plastic sheet on the ground to dry, then walked into the bedroom to check on her husband, who was resting in bed:
"How's it going? Were you able to get up and use the bathroom today?"
The man in the bed cracked a smile, "I did, my waist doesn't hurt that much anymore, I can move around quite well, and I feel better each day. It won't be long before I'm all better."
Li Baoni also breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good."
She rambled on, "Now the tea price has dropped, they're only paying thirty yuan for a pound of buds. How much can you do with just sixty or seventy yuan a day?"