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Thinking of this, Song Tan couldn't help feeling gloomy—because if things kept developing on this scale, she feared that whatever she planted in the future would need to be covered.

Old Zhao was at a loss for words for a moment.

After a thought, he blurted out a rather hindsight suggestion, "Then... why not just put bags over the fruits?"

Before Old Zhao had finished speaking, the two had already pushed open the gate to the peach orchard.

Song Tan pointed to the peach trees in front of her, laden with fruit:

"You tell me, is it more appropriate to add a cover, or is bagging the fruits less trouble?"

The slender peach leaves were dense and rustled in the wind, with large peaches, green with hints of white and red, squeezed together, looking as if they were competing with each other for space.

With this, how do you put bags on? And how would there be time or hands to do it?

Instantly, Old Zhao felt that no answer was needed.