Zhou Yu considered Zhou Xiaoli's words seriously and said, "If you're talking about planting herbs, there's a possibility. After all, pharmacies would buy the herbs."
"However, your mother and I have never planted herbs before. Not to mention that we don't know how to make them into medicinal herbs, but more importantly, we're afraid that they won't survive."
"As for the fruit trees and tea leaves you mentioned, well, let's not talk about whether we know how to plant them or not. What should we do with the fruits after we plant them?"
Zhang Lan agreed. "That's right. Which farmer would waste money to buy fruits to eat? When the time comes, they would just go bad in the fields."
"Mother, of course I'm selling it to the rich people who can afford it," Zhou Xiaoli explained. "There are many dried fruit shops in the county. How is it possible that we won't be able to sell it?"
Zhang Lan and Zhou Yu felt that Zhou Xiaoli was being too whimsical.