Aconite thrives in mountainous regions at altitudes of 800 to 2,500 meters, preferring cool, humid climates.
The ideal soil is a loose, fertile, and well-drained sandy loam.
Anchi Village met all these conditions perfectly.
As far as the eye could see, plots of Aconite, large and small, covered the flattened sections of the mountain.
They were all mature and ready for harvest.
An old man carrying a hoe came down from a plot of land halfway up the mountain.
Li Xu walked up to greet him. "Sir, may I ask your name?"
The old man grinned. "My surname is Ma."
Elder Ma looked Li Xu up and down. "An outsider? Here to buy Aconite?"
Li Xu gave him a thumbs-up. "You've got sharp eyes, sir."
Elder Ma shook his head. "It's not that my eyes are sharp. It's just that every Aconite harvest, outsiders come to buy it. But they all make the trip for nothing."
"Why's that? You don't sell your village's Aconite?"
