Gong Jiaming got off the military truck with high spirits; he had seen so many mountains along the way.
To him, seeing mountains meant lots of animals, which meant plenty of meat to eat.
And he had asked all along the way, the herbs are collected from the mountains, so more mountains should mean more herbs collected.
More herbs mean more money, and he suddenly remembered that the Northeast has ginseng. Didn't grandpa and grandma come to the Northeast once?
"Ni Zi, do you think we can pick ginseng in the mountains?" That stuff is expensive, Gong Jiaming couldn't help but lick his lips.
Pick ginseng, Gong Ruini was shocked. She really didn't know how this guy loved money so much besides eating.
Zhao Guangran was trying all sorts of ways to get money, and Gong Ruini felt a bit guilty, partly because of her, but this time she really didn't influence Gong Jiaming.
Gong Ruwen looked at Gong Jiaming with an ambitious face and thought this kid was truly courageous.
