On the way back from the county town, it was always very quiet.
Chen Yang was driving with concentration, but in his heart, he was thinking about how to market the ginseng to Li Han.
Li Han's grandfather had just recovered from an illness; was it too deliberate to offer him the hundred-year-old mountain ginseng at this time?
Although Chen Yang did not harbor such intentions, it felt a bit like taking advantage of someone in their time of need, trying to repay a kindness with an ulterior motive.
Just as Chen Yang was extremely conflicted about whether to bring up the subject, Li Han suddenly took the initiative to speak.
"Chen Yang, are there many good medicinal herbs in the mountains of your Liuhe Village? The last time I helped you sell herbs, they seemed to be of pretty good quality."
