Ever since Mrs. Su patronized Song Yao's oil and salt business, everyone in the village knew that Song Yao's family had a "supply and marketing cooperative".
Recently, villagers who were short of oil and salt came to Song Yao's house to buy goods.
A week had passed, and Song Yao had sold nearly half of the 50 catties of oil, salt, and vinegar.
However, the Song Family's village where Song Yao lived did not have a large population, and there were many goods that had not been sold.
The climate in the mountains was humid. Unsealed biscuits, white sugar, and other things were easily damp and could not be preserved well.
Song Yao wanted to sell the remaining goods to the countryside further away.
There were always people who lacked such necessities. Song Yao believed that she could sell them all.
At night, Song Ping was weaving a bamboo basket in the courtyard. The faint yellow light shone on his skinny back.
