Wang Tianxiao said gratefully.
The elderly people he met in this world were all very kind and took good care of him.
Take this Mr. Mi for example. He doesn't look like an ordinary old man. He doesn't need to arrange these things personally, yet he's still so polite to me, without any airs at all.
"Not at all. I'm happy that you're thinking about developing our traditional Chinese medicine. These past few years, there has been a lot of pressure on traditional Chinese medicine. I'm worried that in a few years, the things our ancestors left us will be completely forgotten by future generations."
Wang Tianxiao thought to himself, "Actually, I'm not as noble as you think. I just want to make money by growing some Chinese medicinal herbs and get rich. If it can contribute to traditional Chinese medicine, that's just an added benefit."
But outwardly, he certainly wouldn't say these things.
The older generation has sentiments, which is worthy of respect. Even if he doesn't fully support it, there's no need for him to oppose it.
Things in the world are not simply black and white; in most cases, people's perception of color is determined by changes in the environment.
The two talked for a while longer, then Wang Tianxiao set off with his car.
It's only five or six kilometers from the town back to the village, but because Wang Tianxiao was going to the mountains, he deliberately bypassed the village and passed through another village called Shangliu Village, heading straight to the foot of the mountain.
Wang Tiancheng was still guarding the coal mine, stamping his feet from the cold. When he saw a whole truckload of seeds, even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked.
"Brother, is this whole truckload of seeds?"
"Um."
"Can we use this much? How much land would we have to plant to finish it all?"
Wang Tianxiao smiled and pointed to the mountain peak in front of him, "Then let's plant the whole mountain, and the whole mountain will be our medicinal herb field."
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