"Liu Zheng, do you understand? You can't bite off more than you can chew. You want to run a clinic, now you also want to contract land, have you made up your mind yet?"
Zhao Cuihua was a bit annoyed, snorted, and started to reproach Liu Zheng.
"No, no, no, I don't want to do them at the same time."
Liu Zheng quickly waved his hands to signal, saying, "I won't expand the clinic for now; I'll focus on the land contracting first."
After hearing what Liu Zheng said, Zhao Cuihua couldn't help but feel a little astonished.
She looked into Liu Zheng's eyes, asking with some uncertainty, "What exactly are you planning to do, boy? Are you planning to stay in the village to farm?"
Of course, Liu Zheng couldn't explain that he wanted to grow medicinal herbs on the wasteland.
This matter was currently a trade secret. If it were disclosed and no longer confidential, it could be coveted by others, which would be a loss indeed.
