On the second day, the seedlings arrived. Peter Brown directed the villagers to plant the seedlings separately.
At 100 dollars a day and providing two meals, Raven Walter grumbled about the extravagance. He took Peter aside and said, "You don't need that much, it's really wasteful!"
Peter smiled, "We're rich now anyways, isn't it good to let everyone be happy?"
Raven Walter sighed helplessly, knowing that the money came from his son. He couldn't really say anything, as Peter was grown up and had his own ideas.
"Peter, I have heard that the planting of these medicinal herbs is all about climate and conditions. Can you really grow them so carelessly?"
Raven Walter had some experience in planting and couldn't help shaking his head at his son's haphazard cultivation.
The Windsor family's current status was important to Raven Walter. He didn't want to ruin it overnight.
Peter smiled, "I have my own secret recipe, don't worry, they will definitely thrive."
