Passing by the far end of the pasture, Jiang Feng inspected the growth of the yew trees once more.
Since he had the staff spread a special fertilizer on the yew trees last time, these young trees had firmly rooted themselves.
To him, these saplings were like investments, akin to term deposits.
Just wait ten or twenty years, when these trees can be sold; the demand will definitely outstrip the supply.
The yew saplings are growing neatly, lush and green, already forming a considerable scale.
It looks like an embryonic forest.
Jiang Feng stopped the horse and walked among them.
"The yew saplings have grown well, much faster than I imagined."
"The soil here is very fertile, and the fertilizer I used is excellent."
"If they grow well, in a few years, I might be able to extract paclitaxel."
"That fetches hundreds of thousands per pound."
Jiang Feng said to everyone.
Viewers watching the short saplings all started joking:
