Zhao Yuan shook his head and politely refused, "No need to change it. I think this mountain is great. Old Village Chief, you don't know this, but Chinese medicinal herbs and regular crops have different soil requirements. Don't be fooled by how barren the soil here looks. It's actually perfect for growing medicinal herbs."
"Is that really so?" the old village chief asked, his face full of doubt as he puffed on his long-stemmed pipe.
"Of course it is." Zhao Yuan's earnest expression successfully fooled the old village chief and the others. After all, none of them had ever grown Chinese herbs before. Since Zhao Yuan was a top student from West Hua Medical University, they subconsciously felt that what he said made sense.
How could they have known that Zhao Yuan had told a white lie?
