Although Grandma had learned to send voice trembles, she wasn't interested in doing so. Instead, she focused on another point:
"Those fruits from the sugar jar trees are quite expensive; in past years, people would come to buy them, offering up to 30 yuan per jin."
"Really?"
Wu Lan was now energized upon hearing about money—don't be fooled by the Golden Sakura blooming; in fact, it bloomed multiple times, producing no small amount of fruit, shining gold and red!
"Right, Mom, Tantan told me the scientific name is Golden Sakura, and Seventh Uncle calls them sugar jar fruits—why do you also call them sugar jar fruits?"
"You're the one with the poor memory."
Without hesitation, Grandma scoffed, "You ate plenty of those when you were little, not even the pain from getting pricked stopped you. You had to pick them and then rubbed them hard against the sole of a shoe or a brick—you can't glare at me, you were the one who rubbed them with the shoe."
