Song Tan looked up and said, "There are some, sometimes even when it snows... But don't bother looking, they're definitely not tasty."
Not to mention that the persimmons from Shitou Slope aren't delicious and are only sold cheaply for the land, you can tell they're not good just by seeing them hanging high, untouched even by birds.
However, these few persimmon trees bear a lot of fruit, and they ripen later, which is quite unique. Song Tan contemplated planting dozens of acres here, so he wouldn't give up on them either:
"Maybe it's too barren here. I'll try burying some base fertilizer in the soil after a while."
Lun Chuan nodded and then laughed, "My mom loves these. Fire Crystal Persimmons, persimmon cakes, she loves them all."
Song Tan glanced at him, meaningfully, "Oh... I'll remember that!"
Lun Chuan couldn't help but chuckle, "I really was just saying it casually..."
