"Dad, when will the people delivering the netting come?"
"They'll be here in a bit."
Song Tan surveyed the budding board chestnut trees on the hillside, intending to enclose the entire forest and then plant black fungus and white fungus within.
As for the chestnut woods, she knew they hadn't been taken care of for many years, so much so that each year's harvest was left entirely to fate.
Chestnuts require grafting, pruning, and fertilization, making them not easy to care for.
Their Yunqiao Village was too remote, and chestnuts weren't considered a premium product; the buying price each year was only one or two yuan, which was quite a bit more expensive than the eighty cents from Song Tan's childhood memories.
But the problem was, young people in the village who could earn this money had already left their hometown for the city.
The older generation, like Song Sancheng and the others, could no longer handle such heavy farming work these days.
Time ages people!