When Song's mother saw the strawberries as big as eggs in the box, she was surprised and said. "Wow, these strawberries are so big, the color is beautiful, and the smell of strawberries is so fragrant, I want to eat them at first sight....."
She packed half a tray of strawberries and opened the box of cherries.
The beautiful black and purple color of the cherries and their shape, which is bigger than a coin, shocked Song's mother again. "Wow, these cherries are invincible!"
Song's mother finished packing the cherries, she couldn't wait to open the box containing the cherry tomatoes.
The shape and color of cherry tomatoes also did not disappoint her.
With awe, she said to Song Ling. "Ling Ling, these fruits of yours, let me not talk about how they taste, just this appearance alone, are already much, much better than many high-class fruits."
Song Ling smiled back at her. "Mom, these fruits are not just beautiful, its flavor and nutrition is the most superior. You will know it when you eat it later, it will make you want to eat it again and again, and want to keep eating it."
Mother Song laughed out loud. "Don't tell me, I want to eat now. I shall not talk to you, I'll wash the fruit, it's too gluttonous."
Mother Song entered the kitchen with a large plate full of fruits.
While cleaning the fruit, she couldn't resist picking up a cherry and popping it into her mouth.
She took a bite, and the cherry burst into her mouth full of sweet juice.
The extremely sweet taste captured her instantly.
Song mother's eyes lit up. "Mmm, so sweet, so yummy, so delicious..."
She spit the inner core of the fruit in her mouth in the garbage can and stuffed another one into her mouth before she brought out the washed plate of fruit.
Song's mother shouted excitedly to Song's father. "Old Song, the fruit Lingling brought back this time is really delicious, you should try it."
She picked up another cherry and brought it to little Xixi's mouth, coaxing her. "Little Xixi, come on, you eat some fruit too, eat more fruit, Little Xixi will grow more beautiful."
Once little Xixi heard that eating fruits can grow beautiful, she immediately opened her mouth and bit the cherry, then grabbed the cherry with her little hand and gently bit into it.
The next moment, little Xixi was overwhelmed by the deliciousness of the cherry.
She said to Mother Song with bright eyes, "Grandma, this fruit is delicious (to eat), I want more..."
Mother Song took another piece for her.
Song Ling saw her mom and Xixi eating happily, and her dad was eating without talking, she also smiled and took a cherry and ate with them.
This large plate of fruits was finished by a few of them in the blink of an eye.
Song's mother hadn't finished eating yet, so she went to wash another plate, and everyone continued to eat.
When Mother Song ate until her stomach felt a little full, she let out a long sigh with emotion. "This fruit, it's really too delicious! I've never eaten such delicious fruit before, it's so amazing!"
Song's father also echoed. "This fruit is really delicious, much more delicious than the high-end fruit that was given to me at several hundred yuan a catty before."
Even little Xixi nodded her head, and said childishly, "Mum, this fruit is delicious, Xixi still wants to eat it~"
Song Ling reached out and touched her little head. "Don't eat too much, or your stomach will burst. Let's eat later in the evening."
Little Xixi responded with a sweet smile: "Okay~"
Song Ling smiled and asked Song's father and Song's mother, "Dad, Mom, if I opened a farm to grow vegetables and fruits of this quality to sell, would there be a market?"
Song's father and Song's mother said in unison: "There must be!"
The couple looked at each other and laughed.
Song Ling was also amused by the tacit understanding between them.
When little Xixi saw the three of them laughing, she giggled along with them.
Song's mother signaled for Song's father to continue talking.
Father Song continues to say. "There are a lot of rich people these days. In the past two years, our business here was so good that we couldn't manage it."
"Look at the Bayshore Peninsula Hotel next to our house, it's over 700-1000 for a night's stay."
"Next to that 5 star Sheraton Hotel is even more expensive, it's 900-3000 for a single night, and yet it's still full, you can imagine how many rich people there are."
He began to show Song Ling the various fruit data he saw on the Internet.
"There are also fruits from a high-end shopping mall in Kyoto that have been on the hot search before. Most of them are three-digit per catty."
"That sky-high price of lychee sells for 1,049 yuan a catty, so the supply still exceeds demand, scary, right?"
"There is also a certain high-end shopping mall in our Pengcheng, a New Zealand ruby monument pear, it sells for 159.2 yuan, not in one catty. "
"There is also Hongbao pomelo from Thailand, which sells for 269 yuan each."
"There are also bayberries from Zhejiang Province that export to Dubai. One piece costs 60 yuan, and a catty cost about 700 to 800 yuan."
"And these fruits, whether its appearance, taste, or the nutrition you mentioned, I don't think they are as good as your fruit."
"If you can really grow such a high-end fruit in large quantities, I believe that you will never have to worry about selling it!"
Although Song's mother doesn't know the fruit market so well as Song's father, she listened and nodded. "Ling Ling, your father is right, look at the fruit of a certain fruit plantation that our family often goes to buy, every time I buy two or three kinds of fruit, I have to spend two or three hundred yuan. You have absolutely no worries about selling this."
"There are too many rich people nowadays, and as long as your fruit is of good quality, they are willing to pay for it and may even ask you to sell it to them."
Song Ling certainly has confidence in the fruit she grows.
The fruit she grew in the post-apocalyptic world sold for sky-high prices and earned her countless fortunes.
Although it's a different world now, Song Ling still believes that the super fruit she grows is absolutely invincible!
Unless there is another full-level wood superpower like her in this world.
But this possibility is almost non-existent.
Song Ling asked Father Song again. "Dad, then do you know if there is any land or farms around our house that are to be conveyed?"
Father Song thought about it and immediately said to her: "Before I heard that there is a 500 acres of barren mountain wasteland over Stone Mountain to rent. It is a little difficult to develop and may cost a lot of money."
Song Ling owns an entire space of treasures, and she will never miss anything.
"Dad, that also belongs to our village committee, right? Can you call it for me now and ask about it?"
Father Song nodded. "Okay, I'll call and ask."
He dialed the village chief Song Dachao's number. "Hey, Dachao, I want to ask, is there still land for rent in our village?"
The village head, Song Dachao, is about the same age as Song's father, and the two are from the same village. They grew up together, went to school together, and have a good relationship.
Father Song's first name is Song Guoqiang.
Song Dachao heard his voice and asked him with a smile. "Ah Qiang, why are you asking this? You want to rent land to grow vegetables?"