Wang Qiuju didn't expect this girl could buy so much? She glanced at Hu Chunhua.
"Alright, seven jin then. I can also make cotton hats and cotton gloves."
"Sister-in-law, each cotton seed is about one tael, about eighteen for more, seventeen for less."
"Then eighteen it is. You don't have a scale at home?"
"No, I'll go get it from my mother-in-law's place."
"Our Aunt no longer weaves fabric, otherwise there'd be no need to buy it at the market."
"My mother-in-law's eyes aren't good anymore, so she doesn't either. But my great aunt still weaves, and her weave is dense, though it's quite far away."
Hu Chunhua urged Wang Qiuju to get a scale. "Yuanyuan, we'll head to the market in a bit. Buy the fabric, make it quickly, and don't catch a cold."
"Aunt, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what to do." Su Yuanyuan truly thought so.
"Sigh, you're still so young. I feel sorry for you."
