"What kind of medicinal herb is that?" Chen Mengyao asked.

"Fire Dragon Grass." Tang Xiaobao said, "Even if I tell you, you won't recognize it. I guess there are very few people who can recognize this kind of grass now."

He was being very conservative.

In his opinion, no one in the world probably recognizes this kind of grass.

But what puzzled him was how this magical herb could appear in the mountains behind Seoul. Was it really God's will?

God’s blessing?

Liu Qingqing said, "Can we grow this medicinal herb? We can sell it for a lot of money."

Chen Mengyao also looked at Tang Xiaobao, waiting for his explanation.

Tang Xiaobao sighed. "Once this kind of herb is pulled out, its efficacy can only last for twelve hours, and it cannot be transplanted. Besides, I was incredibly lucky to come across such a plant. Finding another one would be nearly impossible."

Everyone expressed regret.

After dinner, Wei Bing happily returned home with a box of wine.

In the next few days, Tang Xiaobao had nothing to do, so he stayed at home with peace of mind.

When he has nothing to do, he will even go into the kitchen to help, and occasionally visit other villagers and get along well with them.

He knew that as his wealth and status changed, he would have less and less time to spend with his parents like he did now.

Now that he has the chance, he won't let it go.

That’s right, he never forgets his roots.

In the blink of an eye, it was the sixth day of the New Year.

Chen Mengyao returned to Bazhong.

She had to go back to work early on the eighth day of the New Year, and Li Jing also came back early to pick her up.

With Li Jing around, Tang Xiaobao felt more at ease.