"Yes." Xu Nianji nodded firmly, confirming they hadn't misheard him, and said, "Uncle, we've talked it over. Xiaofeng is working in the forestry yard too, right? Growing bean sprouts is hard work, but at least it's our own business, and the money is better than what you get at the yard."
"But…" Xiong Xihua didn't quite get it. How could they share such a good business — why teach Xiaofeng?
Selling bean sprouts, they hadn't checked the details, but they knew the business was good. It was sure to make money — just a matter of more or less.
"I'm going to learn to drive soon, so I'll have to deliver goods all over, won't have time to sell bean sprouts anymore." Xu Nianji didn't try to hide anything.
Xiong Xihua and Xu Yuchun discussed a bit, then agreed right away. In their words, you could hear the gratitude toward Xu Nianji.
"Qinghe's family, all of them, they really know how to be grateful." Xiong Xihua said with feeling.
