For Qiaoqiao, picking yellow daylilies has no technical barriers at all.
In terms of ripeness, for people in the village, it's really something you can tell at a glance without even thinking about it.
As for harvesting, that's even simpler.
If you can grab a tiny tea leaf with your fingers, there's no need to mention the big plump strips of yellow daylilies.
Xiaoyang was still filming it from all angles, while Qiaoqiao used both hands, swiftly—swish, swish, swish!
She hadn't walked far along a furrow, and the cloth bag hanging at her waist was already heavy with plenty.
Yang Zhengxi looked on, dumbfounded: "Qiaoqiao, do you pick tea at this speed too?"
He had tried it himself after all.
He went up the mountain, delicately pinched a tea bud early in the morning, and after a whole morning, he only collected just a bit!
Wu Lan laughed heartily, saying if you kids were expected to earn money to support the family, the whole family would have to live on air.
