Song Yunuan went to check on the fabric that had been brought back.
The youngest aunt's room had now become a storage room, and some of it was also kept in Song Yunuan's room.
Old Mrs. Song said that fabrics were prone to picking up scents and it was better to keep them in a fresh and clean room.
Song Yunuan asked Song Liang, "Dad, do you have any ideas?"
Song Liang had actually not been sleeping well these past few days.
The capital of 500 yuan might sound significant, but in reality, the goods were not few.
Now that he had money in hand, even if it didn't feel real, the money was real.
There was also a savings book that hadn't been touched yet, with a thousand yuan in it.
The 500 yuan for the fabric had already been given to Little Nuan, and with the second brother and sister, they had over nine hundred in hand.
The family really had money now, and so much inventory as well.
