The village was in a festive mood.
For so many years, it was the first time someone from the village had taken a wife from the city, and everyone was talking about it, very envious of Ye Gaohong.
The village chief's family and Gao Li's mother were discussing the wedding date for the two young people.
In the end, they set the wedding date for the third of the next month, an auspicious day according to the Dao.
Zhao Hui and others, after having some tea, were ready to leave.
Ye Tian saw them off.
"Little brother Ye, your home village is really big, you even have a few mountains. If these could be well developed, it would truly be a great place."
Zhao Hui pointed to the big mountains behind Ye Family Village as he said.
"Old brother Zhao, I'm planning to set up a medicinal herb plantation in Ye Family Village this time."
Ye Tian shared his plans with Zhao Hui.
"Haha, little brother Ye, what made you think of planting herbs?"
Zhao Hui asked with a laugh.
