Similarly puzzled, Zhao Guo'an naturally had his doubts.
He slowly and steadily placed the shovel on the ground and asked, "Senior Sun, didn't you say that chicken manure is entirely harmful and not beneficial to the medicinal field?
Why are you so excited now?"
Logically speaking, given the past friendship between Sun Shijie and Sun Yiyang, it wouldn't be inappropriate for Zhao Guo'an to call the other party 'Uncle Master.'
However, Sun Shijie strongly opposed this and refused to accept the title of 'Uncle Master.'
Therefore, the two still referred to each other as 'senior and junior.'
"I misjudged it. This chicken manure not only has no harm but has great benefits instead!" Sun Shijie's face flushed as he said, "I just pulled out a stopped-growing medicinal plant, guess what?
It's already five years old, even though the medicinal field was only opened just over half a month ago."
"Five… five years?!" Zhao Guo'an was also a bit shocked.
