"Uncle Xing'an, I heard from my uncle that you were planning to sell some of your mountains?" Ye Chen asked.
Ye Xing'an nodded somewhat embarrassedly. "Yes. The mountains my family owns have been left barren all this time, and I don't have the money to buy fruit trees or anything. I wanted to sell off part of them, get some capital, and buy some fruit trees to properly develop the land."
"Then sell one mountain to me. Name whatever price you want," Ye Chen said.
Ye Xing'an hurriedly waved his hands. "No, no, I can't take your money. You saved Xiaohui's life, and I still don't know how to repay you. If you don't mind my family's barren mountains, you can have whichever one you like. How could I possibly take your money?"
"What kind of person do you take me for? I'm famous now—do you think I'm short on this little bit of money? You think I'd ask you for a mountain over something so trivial? What would the villagers think of me? If you won't take my money, then I don't want your mountain. I'll just find another one elsewhere." Ye Chen deliberately lowered his face, pretending to be angry.
Ye Xing'an hurriedly said, "Ahh—I didn't mean that. I'll take it, all right? The hill next to your uncle's has the best terrain and the richest soil. I'll give you that one, so your uncle can help take care of it too. My barren mountain isn't worth much, so I won't name a price. You can give me however much you think is right."
"Fine, it's settled then. As for managing the mountain, my uncle may be too busy to handle it all. Could you help me look after it when you have time? I'll pay for clearing