Gu'er knew this wouldn't work out, so she didn't give it much thought. It wasn't for her, anyway. She planned to head into town in a few days.
If she was going to sell popsicles, she'd need a cart. She didn't have a bicycle and couldn't afford one right now, but a wheelbarrow would do. She'd also need a wooden box and a small cotton quilt to cover the popsicles and keep them from melting.
She still remembered the place that sold popsicles wholesale, but she didn't know if it had changed. She had to go into town to properly scout things out.
When she returned home, Zhou Mazi wasn't back yet. By the time he stumbled home, his breath reeking of alcohol, Gu'er had already finished making dinner.
Zhou Mazi had been on the verge of cursing someone out, but after hearing from Li Hua that Cui Mei was arranging a match for Zhou Feng'er, he swallowed his angry words.
