But who would have thought that the young lady ye Rong, who used to be loved by thousands of people, was now using the needles and threads that she had learned to make small crafts that could earn fifty cents a day, if she did too much in a day, she could make fifty or sixty of them, which was just enough for the mother and daughter to live on for a day.
She also cherished this kind of work very much, because if she didn’t do this, she really wouldn’t have anything to do. Without this income, Yan Huan might only be able to drink the cheapest milk powder, and among the cheap milk powder, how could there be a good camp.
“You’re really obedient now.”Ye Rong pinched her daughter’s delicate little feet, “I’ve been eating well recently. I’ve gained some weight, but you’ve been so obedient. It’s also saved me a lot of time. This way, I can do a few more handicrafts and earn some money for us.”
