Thirty-two pounds of Wenguan Leaves had earned Li Qing a neat sum of three thousand eight hundred yuan.
When he stepped out the door, it felt as if his feet barely touched the ground, his steps so light and quick that he seemed to float.
"Qingzi, that money came easy," Gao Li said enviously.
Li Qing shook his head, "You can only earn this much at a time. Wenguan Leaves are extremely slow-growing, and picking these tender leaves is even harder. If you and Yang Xuelan have free time, you can also go into the mountains to gather some. I won't take a cut from you."
Gao Li's face lit up with anticipation, "That's great. With such a high price per pound, if Xue Lan finds out, she'd probably forgo sleep to go pick them in the mountains at night."
"But make sure you and Xue Lan keep it to yourselves. Don't spread it around, or if the villagers catch wind of the ins and outs, neither of our families will be able to earn anything," Li Qing hastily warned.
