"Yang'Er, when did you buy this house?"
Buying a house in the county, just like that, was unbelievable for a man like him—a hunter and tenant farmer who had always relied on the mountains for his meals and the weather for his livelihood.
You couldn't get rich from farming, though hunting might offer a chance.
But he knew exactly what his son brought home from his hunts. When had he ever found something from the mountains that was so valuable?
Cheng Zongyang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that everyone agreed with his decision.
'It's good that the family is of one mind.' He immediately responded:
"I stumbled upon two stalks of old ginseng and some other medicinal materials. After selling them, I had the steward from the Celestial Fragrance Tower act as a guarantor and spent four hundred taels on the house. I also bought the medicinal formula from that same steward."
'They'll never meet Zheng Yan anyway, so it's fine to use him as a convenient excuse.'
