The whole family nodded in agreement; it made sense.
"Next year, the Pickled Vegetable Workshop will be handed over to my eldest sister, so the courtyard from our workshop will be empty." Xiao Qi suddenly said. Xiao Qi was a responsible child, and today he had been following Lian Shouxin and Wu Lang to inventory the farmsteads and fish ponds' profits, keeping many issues in mind. One of these issues was the courtyard of the Pickled Vegetable Workshop.
"I have an idea." Wu Lang and Lian Manman almost said in unison.
The two of them exchanged a glance and then laughed.
"Manman, you go first," Wu Lang laughed.
"Brother, you go first," Lian Manman also laughed.
"You two don't need to be so polite; it doesn't matter who speaks first," Lady Zhang said.
"I think, with our current annual earnings, we have a surplus and can fully afford it. We should use the available courtyard to set up a private school." After some back and forth, Wu Lang ended up speaking first.
