Announcement

The Village Chief ignored him, he continued, "Your uncle, Zong Quan's granddaughter, Qingqing, has found us a job that will earn us a lot of money! The yellow-flowering vine in East Mountain is called honeysuckle. It's a medicinal herb. The flower bud that has not yet bloomed can be sold for 50 wen a catty! The dried vine can be sold for 1 wen a catty!"

The Village Chief's words were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves. The villagers below discussed animatedly.

"Is it true?"

"Could it be a scam? Why haven't I heard that the flower can be sold for money?"

"If it could be sold for money, wouldn't it have been chopped up long ago? Why would it be left for us?"

"But the Village Chief already said it should be true. Otherwise, why would they call us here?"