Old Mrs. Song came to her youngest son's house, actually to discuss this matter with Song Nian.
As long as no one interferes, she was determined to continue the business.
But it didn't necessarily have to be this particular trade.
There were plenty of options available.
Even Old Man Song had made over twenty yuan from selling firewood.
Not only selling ornamental combs, she could also sell shepherd's purse, water celery, and tiny garlic shoots. These would soon spring up in the fields, and taking them to the city while they were fresh, even if she only got a dime for a basket, it was pure profit.
As for labour, in the countryside, nothing was cheaper than manpower and time.
