The villagers all started to offer comfort, trying to persuade Chen Yang.
Because in their eyes, they thought Chen Yang had suffered a considerable loss this time.
After all, it's hundreds of thousands, not just a few thousand or so!
But in reality, Chen Yang didn't feel that way; to him, it was just a drop in the bucket.
The wild mushrooms were destroyed, so he just needed to ask the cultivation boss to come and replant them.
The only thing that made him a bit upset was the loss of a temperature-controlled room, which would decrease the weekly yield of wild mushrooms.
The supply had been stable these days, and a sudden drop might cause some trouble.
"Thank you all for your concern. Although the loss is somewhat significant, it's still within an acceptable range; it's not a big deal." Chen Yang responded with a smile to the aunts and uncles who were worried about him.
Seeing Chen Yang so open-minded, everyone felt relieved.
