After Manbao fell asleep, Ms. Qian furrowed her brow and looked at Old Zhou, "Are you serious about building seven rooms, or were you just pacifying Manbao?"
"Of course I'm serious. Would I lie to a child?" especially with something this important. Manbao is so smart; what if she picks up bad habits from that?
Old Zhou had his own considerations. He said, "Didn't you mention a few days ago that Four's debt was almost paid off?"
Ms. Qian softly responded, "Hmm," and said, "Not much left."
Nobody expected the ginger the children had casually planted to be so valuable.
The wasteland that Zhou Silang gradually converted wasn't that large, about six or seven fen in size, with almost half planted with yams and the rest with ginger.
The yield from that small patch of ginger was substantial. During this period, the family was selling at least forty catties of ginger each day, resulting in a steady income.
