"Sister Jade, your mother said that there are only eighty-three bamboo flutes in storage, which is far from the required two hundred. I'm afraid we won't be able to fulfill the order in a month."
Su Hu returned from Li Xiu'e's place, looking slightly dejected.
Su Qingluo raised her eyebrows: "How many more bamboos does mother have in stock? Roughly how many more flutes can we make?"
Su Hu said sadly, "There's not much bamboo left in stock. The cold winter has slowed down the growth of Cuizhu, and many old bamboos have died. We can't cut down enough suitable bamboos."
Su Qingluo thought for a moment: "If mother focuses on making flutes, she should be able to make about ten in a month, right?"
Su Hu nodded, "One every three days, more or less."
Su Qingluo smiled and looked up: "I will help mother make nine more flutes. In total, we will have one hundred. That's what I'll tell Brother Luo Zhan. If he really wants them, he'll take them; if not, then it's fine."
