She was carrying the pole, "I sold fifty jin, maybe there's around forty-five jin left in the pole, it's much lighter now."
He said with concern, "Could I carry it, then?"
She laughed and asked, "How would you do it? Put it on your wheelchair?"
"Yep." He nodded earnestly.
"That could work, but you'd have to muster up courage, and I'd have to push your wheelchair. Plus, it would look rather odd." She thought for a moment, then said, "I should carry it."
"Alright." His face reddened slightly, "Qingyue, where are we heading now? Are we going to sell the rest at the vegetable market?"
"No, we're not going to the market." She said, "We're heading to a restaurant to see. Maybe some restaurant owner likes eating it and will buy everything."
