"Oh? There's such a wonderful place?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaoyang's eyes brightened, and his spirits lifted.
Lin Qingluo's smile was radiant: "This valley is in the Qilian Mountain Range, less than ten miles from Woniu Village. The mountains are high and steep, yet the inside of the valley is like spring all year round. Not only are there streams and bamboo forests, but a large millennium-old herb garden too. The soil is fertile, making it especially suitable for growing grains and vegetables."
Lin Xiaoyang was stirred by the words: "I remember the elders saying that there's a paradise, untouched by humans, in the heart of the wilderness where it is spring all year. I was skeptical then, but if Qingluo says so, it must be true."
"Father, I've been thinking, this valley has been lying waste for many years, it is quite a waste of resources."