Although they had sent their goods to the shop to be sold, they hadn't expected to make much money from them. After all, aside from farming tools, there wasn't much of a market for such delicate items in Xiatang Market.
Her big, darting eyes made Laixi's heart skip a beat. He quickly nodded in confirmation. "That's right! Some of the wealthy families in town bought a few, and last time Manager Song bought quite a bit to take back to Qinghui. He even told your brother to come up with more patterns. He said the craftsmanship is good, but there are just too few designs."
Liu Xiaomei sighed, her brow furrowed with worry. "My second brother doesn't dare make too many," she told him. "He doesn't have the free time right now anyway. If the things he weaves don't turn into money, isn't that just a waste of effort? Who dares to eat without contributing something useful?"
