Ms. Qian was stunned, and it took her a long while to find her voice again, "You, you all are... going too far, what if Old Master Bai doesn't buy the wheat seeds from you, or doesn't buy that many?"
Manbao said, "Then we'll just sell them at the market price for grains."
"Wouldn't that be a loss?"
"We'll lose a bit, but Shanbao and I have done the math, and we can afford it," Manbao reassured her, "Mother, don't worry."
Ms. Qian wanted to persuade her otherwise but the words got stuck in her throat as she looked at the confident Manbao. She reached out and touched Manbao's fair and smooth cheek, seemingly seeing once again that dark, mischievous yet filial and sensible young boy of years past. Back then, he also told her the same, saying that he would surely find enough grain to keep them alive, and even if he couldn't find it, he could still survive alone...
