As soon as the women heard this, their eyes immediately lit up. Having stayed in the capital city for over half a year, they had come to realize how difficult it was to live there. Money was needed everywhere, and the meager salaries of the men were simply not enough. If it weren't for the little savings each family had, they would have been in real trouble.
"Well, isn't that easy? We can pool some money together and open a shop when the time comes. And we shouldn't just sell these items—I think those sweaters are quite nice. We could sell wool and then find some people to learn knitting. Wouldn't that make money too?" Jingya said.
The women then started discussing the shop opening, and the more they talked, the more feasible it seemed. So Jingxian took up the pen and wrote a letter to Jinghan, requesting that she should not sell the fabric to anyone else and keep it for their own family to manage. "How can we allow outsiders to benefit from such good stuff?"
