Apart from the small courtyard, many saplings had also been planted on the hill.
But these saplings were still young, it would take at least two or three years for them to flower and bear fruit.
Qiao Xiaomai looked up at the hill, repeatedly clicking her tongue.
This cycle was a bit too long, it was necessary to find a short-term project that could make money by next year.
Tong Sanlang knew what she was thinking about, and said in a low voice, "The one hundred and fifty acres here are planted with sweet potatoes, sesame, soybeans, and millet, why don't you come by often and irrigate them with the water from the Spiritual Spring?"
The growth period of fruit trees was long and couldn't be relied on for now, the only thing that could be relied on were these crops.
These could be harvested by autumn, and if they tasted good, Qiao Xiaomai could make a good profit from them.
As long as the quality was good, Jiwei Ju and Zuixian Building would definitely pay a high price for them.
