"Then keep dreaming."
She said coolly, "You're just not destined to get rich."
Song Dafang got anxious: "Mom! You can't talk like that!"
...
Zhou Tianyu stood at the kitchen door watching the commotion, his expression focused, but heard Song Tan "tsk" and say, "If my uncle also farmed, the land on his mountain would lie there unused, and all our seedlings would only be enough for his family alone."
She murmured, seemingly just muttering, but Zhou Tianyu, for some reason, suddenly got smart—
Seedlings!
When he came home for the holiday, his mom had been talking about it all night. Lao Song's family made ten thousand bucks easily from planting those vegetable seedlings.
Who wants to go out and toil for a living if you have this skill?
Who cares if the seedlings are expensive at ten yuan each—why doesn't anyone say ginseng seedlings are expensive? It's all because they sell for good money!
