There was only one bamboo basket left, and Lu Siyuan was too lazy to keep selling. He tossed the basket onto the ox cart. "Let's head back home!"
They would just make it back in time for lunch.
Eating out on the street was too expensive, and as small-scale vendors, they weren't willing to dine at restaurants.
The bamboo baskets weren't perishable; there was no rush to sell them.
"Okay." Shen Mianmian was also excited, her pockets bulging with all the change from selling goods. Counting so much money out on the street, the two kids were drawing too much attention to themselves.
They planned to count the money slowly after they reached Lu Siyuan's home.
"We should bring more to sell tomorrow." Lu Siyuan, pulling the ox cart and turning it around, couldn't help but start planning for the future. "If you sell like this until the New Year, you could save up quite a bit of money. Sell for a bit longer next year, and you'll have your high school tuition and living expenses covered."
