475. Born to make money_1

Early in the morning, the Song Tan family's home was bustling with a kind of activity not seen in a long time.

Song Sancheng was sitting on a stool, with three elderly men and women in front of him—although it wasn't a large crowd, practically all the capable elderly villagers were there at his house.

After all, there were only so many people in the village, a couple of strong laborers to transplant rice seedlings, five or six old folks to weave mats, two aunts to pick tea (there was less tea in summer)...

Now that a group had gone out to work, the remaining labor force was just this much.

Moreover, the yield of Golden Sakura was actually quite average, about seven or eight hundred pounds per acre, and that's if you calculate based on the peak fruiting period—

As for whether there was actually an acre of it up on the mountains, that's another matter, but certainly, there were not as many fruits as flowers.