Only Zhuang Qingning was consulted on the details of gathering mugwort leaves from the village.
Once all matters had been discussed, Zhuang Jingye arranged to gather everyone together and share the details with them.
"Harvesting mugwort leaves? This is really a golden opportunity. Normally, when we take cut mugwort to the pharmacy, they rarely accept it. We have to wait for the right time. But now, they're accepting however much we have?"
"The village chief himself said so. Unless you don't even believe his words?"
"Exactly, even if you don't trust the village chief, can't you trust Qingning? Her tofu workshop always pays for the beans on time and there has never been a default."
"We do trust him, but it's hard to believe that money could come this easily…"