Chapter One Hundred and Twelve - Changes_1
That plain tone and ordinary words, reaching Zhang Xiaohua's ears, warmed his heart. Although it was mundane concern, as the saying goes, "It's not that one doesn't know the value of goods, but that one fears comparing them". The care He Tianshu and the others showed for Zhang Xiaohua in everyday little ways, compared to the frustration he suffered in the Blue Apron Small Cap Room, was immediately worlds apart. No wonder Zhang Xiaohua felt grateful.
After advising Zhang Xiaohua, He Tianshu and the others left hastily. The routine work of the Medicinal Fields was simple to handle. In fact, it wouldn't matter if Zhang Xiaohua were absent. However, the seeds that were never sprouting became a significant burden in He Tianshu's heart. As long as they didn't sprout, he wouldn't be able to relax.