"Shuangshuang, do you think this fan can sell for four to five wen each?"
Mu Dashan stared at Mu Shuangshuang, dumbfounded. If it's four to five wen each, and he weaves thirty fans a day, wouldn't he earn over a hundred wen a day?
Mu Dashan couldn't help but laugh out loud. Over a hundred wen is not a small sum for a family in the countryside. When he goes to the dock to carry goods, he only earns about a dozen wen a day...
"It might be more than four to five wen; specifically, I need to go to town and see the situation first."
While Mu Shuangshuang spoke to Mu Dashan, Yu Si Niang finished sewing the edge of another fan.
You know, at this rate, the third branch would surely get rich sooner or later.
Mu Dashan laughed like a fool. He was no good at needlework, so he stayed by Yu Si Niang, fanning her to cool down.
The two cooperated seamlessly. Mu Dashan's eyes and heart were all dedicated to Yu Si Niang.
