It looked fine, but how could Chen Yansen possibly let him get his way?
「Elsewhere.」
Chunshen, Bagong Mountain Village.
In the peach orchards blanketing the mountainside, branches hung heavy with plump, juicy honey peaches. Amidst the verdant trees, hundreds of farmers were hunched over, engrossed in picking the fruit.
Even though it was the height of summer in June, everyone wore a smile, working with exceptional vigor.
In previous years, these nearby 4,000 mu of peach orchards would only bring in 5,000 yuan per mu. This year, however, was a completely different story.
Organized by Tang Lixin, the farmers of Bagong Mountain Village had sold nectarines and yellow apricots on Pinbei Mall in May, and were now selling honey peaches in June.
Coming up, they would sell yellow peaches and grapes in July, followed by crisp pears and brittle jujubes in the golden autumn month of October.
The work hadn't increased, but their income had multiplied several times over.
