"Grandpa, I don't intend to send out this sugarcane cultivation just yet."
Seeing that Old Yang wanted to speak, Yang Chuxia quickly stopped him, "I've managed to grow and harvest this sugarcane, but as for the next step, whether to sell it or do something else with it, I haven't quite figured that out. And even if I decided to sell it, I wouldn't know who to sell it to or where to sell it. I have no connections at all. If I rashly let my fourth aunt grow sugarcane with me, and the harvest ends up rotting at home, who would take the blame?"
Old Yang listened and agreed with her logic. He chuckled, "Hmm, Xiaxia, you are right to be cautious. Just decide the matter on your own. You are free to do as you wish with what you have grown. Not involving your fourth aunt in this does not mean you are being selfish."
"Dad!"
