As the villager recounted the miraculous story of the Deadman's Grass,
his whole body seemed to be injected with boundless vitality. He gesticulated wildly,
his face flushed with excitement and his eyes gleaming with a fanatical light.
He continued to ramble on, "After that, every single household in the village started planting this Deadman's Grass.
And hey, you know, some of the quicker-witted folks in our village immediately spotted the hidden business opportunity.
Just think about it. If we could grow a huge amount of this Deadman's Grass
and sell it to the outside world, that would be incredible!
This stuff would definitely be worth more than any Thousand-year-old Ginseng or Ten-thousand-year-old Reishi Mushroom!
If we really pulled it off, our village could become the richest one on all of Blue Star!
Then we wouldn't have to live such hard lives anymore."
At this, the villager's eyes filled with longing.
"But, it's a strange thing."
