The carriage moved forward slowly. Hu ding had stopped talking, but little crane grass was still sitting there thinking about Hu ding's words. Although Hu ding's words sounded very Philistine, it made little crane grass understand one thing. Botanists were not gods who did not eat the food of the mortal world. They also needed to eat. They needed money in more places than ordinary farmers.
For the first time, he Cao had a clear understanding of the world of botanists. It was also the first time he truly felt that the world of botanists was completely different from the world he had lived in before.
Over 7,000 gold coins. This amount of gold coins was enough for the entire village to live carefreely for ten years. And now, he had spent over 7000 gold coins in just over a year. This had completely exceeded little crane grass's imagination.