Peaches were a seasonal fruit.
Li Ying's family would sell out of their peaches in another eight to ten days.
But Little Peach Peach's [Return Plum for Peach] function knew no seasons.
Whether in the depths of winter or the blazing heat of summer, as long as you gave it a jin of peaches, it could give you a jin of incredibly delicious plums in return.
At present, Fortune-Blessed Peach Plum could generate thirty to forty thousand yuan a day for Lin Zhe.
Naturally, Lin Zhe was unwilling to give up such a profitable business so easily.
He had to find the next "Old Xi" or "Old Bei" who could supply him in bulk before Old Jia's peaches sold out.
"By the way, Sister Li, do you know anyone else who runs an orchard?"
"Once these peaches sell out in a few days, will there be none left locally?"
Lin Zhe looked at Li Ying and mixed truth with fiction as he said, "I think selling peaches is a pretty good business."
"Besides, my parents and I all love eating them, so I'd like to keep selling them for a while."
"Not necessarily. Depending on the variety, even locally grown peaches can ripen a month or two apart."
Li Ying did not read too much into it. She simply told him what she knew:
"You've asked the right person, Boss Lin. I really do know someone who runs an orchard like my father-in-law.
"And their peaches haven't ripened yet. They'll need another ten days or so before the first batch can be picked."
"What a coincidence! That's perfect. They can pick up right where your peaches leave off!"
Lin Zhe could not help feeling delighted at Li Ying's words.
He had only asked casually, never expecting to get exactly the