When asked about the back mountain, Lu Chen nodded and said, “That’s right. Are you perhaps going to the tea mountain?”
The young man’s face lit up with joy. He nodded, then clasped his hands in a fist salute and smiled at Lu Chen, saying, “May I ask one more question? Do you know of any tea mountain on which there is a place called Flying Swallow Rock?”
Lu Chen paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, “No. I’ve lived here for a long time. This tea mountain is quite well known, but there is not a single place called Flying Swallow Rock.”
The young man was taken aback, clearly not expecting such an answer. He muttered subconsciously, “It shouldn’t be like this. It clearly refers to the tea plantations in Qingshuitang Village.”
Lu Chen laughed and said, “Maybe so. Anyway, Qings
