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She was very excited by the fact that the potato powder was being sold so quickly and so well outside of Wenxiu's expectations. If he were to sell it for another month, he would be able to buy all the necessities and enjoy a warm and comfortable winter. If no one could figure out how to make the potato powder after spring, she would continue selling it.

Although the amount of silver earned per day was not much, to Wen Xiu, whose family had not earned anything in the past few years, this was a blessing from the heavens. Even if they only had a little more than ten copper coins a day, that was enough to feed the three of them. Moreover, the profits per day were far more than 10 copper coins.

When she had earned enough money, she would have the house rebuilt into a large brick house with a toilet designed to flush water. She would then use the biogas to heat up the house. Then she would find a handsome and stylish man to marry her … Hmm, this idea of having a rich man to sit with really makes me happy.

"Xiu Niang, why are you laughing so foolishly by yourself?"

When Song Xiaoyue saw that Wenxiu and the others were all laughing, she asked with a surprised expression.

Wenxiu came back to her senses and threw away the unrealistic thoughts in her mind. She said, "It's nothing. I just want to earn more money so that my days can go well."

"That's right. Just based on the current sales volume, it won't be long before you become a rich young woman!"

"That's a must. I still need to save enough money to build a new house. And then, marry Tree! "

"Look at you!"

As Song Xiaoyue spoke, she laughed as if she had already lived a fantasy life. Her face was suffused with a layer of happiness.

The ideal is very full, the reality is very firm, after doing a while daydream also should wake up. Right before noon, Wenxiu and Song Xiaoyue returned to the entrance of Xi Tang Village.

"You're tired today, so go back and rest first. Tomorrow, we won't go to Zhang Village. We'll rest for the day."

"A day off? But there are still a lot of people in Zhang Village that haven't bought it yet! "

"Mm. Rest for a day." Wen Xiu nodded again. Then, she said, "Tomorrow is the market time. I want to go to the town to get some things."

"Oh, so it's like that!" Song Xiaoyue finally understood why Ming'er did not continue selling her potato powder. After some thought, she said, "How about this, I'll go with you tomorrow."

"Your sister-in-law's side …"

"I'm fine!" Song Xiaoyue didn't seem to care. She waved her hand and said proudly, "I gave your wages to my mother. They didn't dare to say anything in front of my sister-in-law."

When Wen Xiu heard this, she silently gave Song Xiaoyue a thumbs up.

On the second day, before Wenxiu left for the market, she left the children in the care of the Fang family. But this time, there was no potato flour for her. Instead, she promised to give each of her children a steamed bun when they returned from the market.

The steamed buns in the town were all thin white flour. They were soft and fragrant. Only two steamed buns could be bought for a single coin. Her family of three children, that was three white mantou, that was more than a copper coin, enough to buy half a catty of salt.

Lady Fang's plans were striking, and she happily accepted the task of looking after the children, allowing Wenxiu to relax and boldly go to the market.

Every time Wen Xiu went out, she would ask Mrs Fang to look after her child. It was for no other reason but the fact that the Fang family loved to take advantage of her, but they had a good heart and a sense of responsibility. Thus, he could rest assured that she would help him. It was just a matter of spending money. Anything that could be solved with money was not a problem. If she was looking for someone else, she wouldn't be so at ease.

Wenxiu and Song Xiaoyue met the old man who was driving the ox-cart in the village of Zhang family. The old man and Wenxiu had bought two catties of potato flour yesterday. He had a deep impression of her. Old man Zhang was driving the carriage for free. There were four to five people in his carriage. Seeing that there was still a gap, he stopped the car and let the two people get on.

Wenxiu no longer wanted to experience the bumps on the ox-cart. She thanked old man Zhang and continued walking with Song Xiaoyue. Not all cars are comfortable, you know!

It was a busy day in town. After Wen Xiu entered the city, she first went to the breakfast shop to buy meat buns and steamed buns. Then, together with Song Xiaoyue, they went to the East Market to buy a catty of pork before going to the fabric shop.

The main purpose of Wenxiu's visit today was to buy cloth to make new clothes, and then to buy cotton to make a thick quilt. However, she felt a bit awkward. As long as she couldn't cut, sew, or flick cotton, what was she supposed to do with the cloth and cotton? If she bought all the finished products, the cost would multiply by several times, which meant that she would need to spend almost all the money she had here.

Song Xiaoyue looked around and saw the worried Wen Xiu. She tugged her sleeve and asked, "Xiu Niang, what's wrong?"

If he asked her to make some clothes for him, he would have to give up. "I don't know how to make women's red, so it would be a waste to buy cloth, but buying a set of clothes is too expensive, ah!"

When Song Xiaoyue heard that, she answered with an "Oh" without a care, "I thought it was some big deal! "It's okay, you bought the cloth. Just ask Sister Chungen to make it for you."

In a village, most of the women in the house would sew and make clothes. Although his craftsmanship was not as good as the professional tailors or Xiuniang in the village, it was sufficient for his own family to wear. Madame Li's hands were quite coincidental in the whole village of Xitang, and the new clothes she had made were very nice and beautiful. Every time Song Xiaoyue bought a piece of cloth, she would ask her to make it.

"That's not so good, is it?"

Wenxiu was not familiar with others. It was because of the friendship between them that she had bought the potatoes and had delayed their time. She felt somewhat sorry and did not want to owe this favor.

Song Xiaoyue laughed, "What's wrong with that? When the time comes, it will be much cheaper to pay her than to buy a set of clothes. Yan Qing's and my clothes are always made by her. Look, my clothes are also made by her! " After saying that, she intentionally made a circle.

Wenxiu saw that the needlepoint of her clothes was indeed not bad. Furthermore, she could pay the wages without owing any favors. It would be great if Lady Li could agree to help. If Madame Li wasn't willing, she would look for someone else. In any case, someone would be willing to pay her the full amount of silver!

Therefore, Wenxiu asked the price of the coarse cloth and had the shop assistant calculate the two pieces of money. He pulled on the quilt and the bedsheet, then called them ten catties of cotton.

Cotton is mainly used to bounce into quilts, the extra, used to pack clothes into a thin cotton jacket. When it was colder, he would have more money to make a thick cotton-padded jacket.

No matter how difficult the road ahead was, he had to at least have a goal!

After Wen Xiu and Song Xiaoyue came out of the cloth farm, they each carried something in their hands. When he passed the grocery store last time, Wen Xiu wanted to go in and say hello, but after looking at the entrance and seeing that there were quite a few customers and her left eyelid constantly jumping, she gave up on this idea and directly left the city to go home.

Shortly after noon, Wenxiu and Song Xiaoyue arrived at the village entrance. But as soon as they entered the village, Wenxiu saw Tree and Tong Tong. The siblings' faces were still streaked with tears.