"Alright." Upon hearing that the village chief was inviting him for a meal, Zhang Feng decided to go.
He had just finished connecting the veins and was resonating, feeling the need to eat a big meal.
...
An hour and a half later.
The village chief was dumbfounded, holding a wine glass, looking at the empty dishes on the table, then at Zhang Feng, whose appetite seemed insatiable,
"Zhang family's eldest, how long has it been since you ate? Were you waiting just for this meal from me? Trying to eat my family into poverty?"
"No need to mention that between us." Zhang Feng didn't explain but simply said, "Brother Zhao, how much money do you have at home? I want to buy some medicinal herb seeds, to try growing something different."
"Medicinal herbs?" The village chief put down the wine glass and looked at Zhang Feng carefully, "It's not that I don't want to lend you money, it's just... do you really know about this?"
