Tang Zhinian furrowed his brow, deeply uncertain.
"Zhijun, plastic sheeting isn't cheap, the money we've earned over the years may all go into that. What do we do about having no money for the New Year?" He reached out and patted his daughter's little head.
"No one can guarantee the winter vegetables. If it snows and collapses the greenhouse, we'll lose everything—not just our investment in the plastic sheeting, but the seedlings and our labor costs. Not to mention, we're afraid we'll lose all our capital."
"Bro, we can't just not plant anything, right?" Tang Zhijun laid down his bowl. "Leaving the land empty isn't an option either. We should save some money. We still have a pile of debt at home. As Yuxin grows older, she needs to attend school, which requires money for books, notebooks, and pens."
