The early morning sunlight sprinkled on the bamboo house, casting light on the lush greenery of the courtyard.
A thin cultivator with a mustache stood at the fence gate, smiling at the sight of the thriving vegetables and fruits filling the courtyard.
He had just come from Old Huang's house, where he was told that another junior brother also wanted to sell Spirit Grain.
Having purchased Yellow Sprout Rice from the Jade Water Lake area for years, he roughly knew which Spirit Farmers' Spirit Rice was of good quality.
Lower-grade Spirit Grain had thinner profit margins and wasn't worth buying.
Upon learning that the person was a new disciple, he was initially reluctant to come, but agreed to do so out of respect for Old Huang.
Now seeing the lush vegetables in this courtyard, he understood why Old Huang had a meaningful smile during their farewell.
