Su Qingluo shook her head: "Flutes are not a necessity, and not many people use them. The fewer, the more precious they are. If we mass-produce flutes and flood the market, not only will they not fetch a good price, but they may also end up unsold in our hands."
"Then what should we do?"
Li Xiu'e sighed sadly, feeling uncomfortable: "I don't want people to criticize us for getting rich on our own without having a heart of kindness."
"Mom, you were right to listen to me."
Su Qingluo said, her little face serious and confident.
"Every family has its own difficulties, and we can help them as much as we can. We are under no obligation to support them. As for those grumpy women, let them gossip. Mom, you don't have to take it to heart."
"Is that the only way?" Li Xiu'e was still worried.
Su Qingluo nodded earnestly: "This is the most direct and efficient way to improve their lives as quickly as possible."
"Alright then."
