Of course, after saying this, Song Tan stretched out his hand: "Grandpa, I've covered the 2000 yuan for the worker's pay. Remember to go to the town to withdraw money to pay me back when you have time."
Song Youde: ...
Was it his fault for being old and not skilled at using a smartphone to make transfers?
"Also," Song Tan turned and picked up the 1.5-meter-long grass mat, "this is the one you wove for me, right? I'll take it back first to estimate its price. Is it okay if I give it to someone as a gift later?"
Song Youde did not want to see her anymore: "Go, go, go! Do whatever you want with it. I'm only making this one up for you, and you have to pay for the rest."
Once Song Tan left, Song Youde hurriedly counted on his fingers how much money he could make—
Not to mention anything else, just for a 1.5-meter mat, it's 300 yuan. If he wove one per day, he could make nearly ten thousand yuan a month.
