In Hiding Again

"Elder Zhang, congratulations!" 

Jiang Ming raised his mug and lifted it towards the old man who was full of joy. 

"Many thanks, Chief Jiang. This pint of wine is on me too!" 

Elder Zhang grinned. 

"Heh, with these thirty taels of silver, Elder Zhang, you can open a small shop in the city." 

"I think you should build a big house in our town." 

In the warm atmosphere, a few old herb gatherers had dark eyes, as if they had thought of something. 

Jiang Ming walked to the corner of the counter and clinked his mug with Old Jiang's. He whispered, "Mr. Jiang, do you know what the reason for the frequent appearance of the fire cloud grass is?"