Junior Ms. Qian approached them and, welcoming her parents inside, said with a smile, "They're planning to take these to the county town to sell tomorrow."
Eldest Uncle Qian hesitated and asked doubtfully, "These things can be sold? Aren't they found everywhere outside?"
"It's Erlang who's taking care of it. He says it can be sold, and Manbao also says it's possible, so it must be doable," Junior Ms. Qian replied with a smile, "When it comes to business matters at home, they're more familiar with it."
"Erlang is indeed sharper," said Eldest Uncle Qian, glancing at the mugwort stacked in the courtyard. He didn't take it too seriously and asked his daughter with a smile, "Where's your father-in-law?"
"He went to check on the wheat. Mother is at the back in the chicken coop, I'll go call her over."
Sanlang immediately volunteered eagerly, "Mother, I'll go, I'll go."
"Alright, you go then."
