"Mr. Liang, the persimmon grove isn't far away, it's just up ahead. Every year in late autumn, the village boys would come here to collect persimmons."
"These persimmons may be small and have seeds, but they are really sweet."
Old Cripple sighed as he spoke to Liang Yuan about the wild fruits on Meishan.
Liang Yuan had been to Meishan before, but it was only in June for picking and eating Yang Mei. He didn't know that there were wild persimmons on the mountain.
Yang Mei laughed and said, "I used to eat a lot of persimmons when I was young. Besides persimmons, there are wild chestnuts, wild kiwis, wild grapes, and many other wild fruits."
Liang Yuan, hearing this, couldn't help but say, "With so many fruits, there should be quite a few mutated fruits."
Yang Mei, curious, asked, "Uncle Cripple, are there many mutated fruits on this mountain?"
