Ling Zhenfei walked while thinking, and suddenly his eyes lit up as he remembered. Since this place needed trees, why not plant some fruit trees, such as peach trees and pear trees?
White pear blossoms and pink peach blossoms would make a beautiful scenery in spring, adding significant charm to Xishan Manor.
Ling Zhenfei had made up his mind, but it was not the time to plant trees yet. He would have to wait until winter passed.
Winter was approaching, and the wind kept blowing. It could snow at any time.
While planning for the manor, Ling Zhenfei walked back to the village. Because of the cold weather, many people were huddled in the corners of walls, basking in the sun. They greeted Ling Zhenfei warmly as they saw him.
The way people looked at you changed when you had money, but Ling Zhenfei responded to everyone.
