Hu Yuan nodded his head in satisfaction. He looked at little crane grass and said, &Quot; then take a look at this bitter Fig field. What year is it? "
Little crane grass nodded and looked at the bitter Fig field carefully. She then asked with a puzzled expression, " &Quot; it's strange, " ye mo said. &Quot; these kuwuhua are white with a tinge of blue. They look like twelve years old, but judging from the size of the plant, they are only six years old. Someone asked these flowers just now and they said they were only six years old. But these flowers really look like twelve years old kuwuhua. This is strange. &Quot;
When Hu Yuan heard what little crane grass said, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, " &Quot; not bad, you've observed it very carefully. You're right. These bitter flowers are only six years old, but their medicinal effects have already reached the best twelve years. Do you know why? "
