"Adults are not poisoned because of their height," the people finally understood the purpose of Xiao Xian's gesture at the waist earlier, which was measuring the height of the Wealthy Orange.
These two pots of Golden Tangerine had been pruned by gardeners when they were bought, shaped into a delicate form, with all the oranges hanging on the outer branches, roughly one meter high, much shorter than the height of adults, but just enough for children to reach.
"A single orange tree, from blooming and bee pollination to fruit-bearing and ripening, can only last a few months at most. These two Wealthy Orange trees have been placed inside for nearly nine months with not a single naturally fallen fruit and a total of twelve oranges picked. Three from the top of the tree, and nine from the middle," Xiao Xian carefully pointed out the remnants of the stems where the oranges were picked.
