"You really have a way?" Bai Xiulan, who had nearly bitten her tongue, thought for a moment. "Just tell me if you can get your hands on it first. If it involves the black market, then forget it. It's too dangerous."
"It doesn't."
"It's not dangerous."
Unfortunately, while growing cotton wasn't difficult, picking and ginning it was. Ginning, in particular, was so troublesome that even her boy, Wei Min, was still looking for help with it.
Xu Changqing shook her head. "That was a one-time thing because a girl broke off her engagement. If our own family runs short, I'll figure something out, but forget about getting it for anyone else."
"What way could you possibly have..." 'Is it really like her husband said? Is there a problem with how we raised her?' Bai Xiulan frowned, wondering what a normal child would say.
"I'll take apart a quilt."
Bai Xiulan snapped out of it. "You're being ridiculous."
