Lin Lan heard Little Douzi crying and turned to see Wu Shufen had already carried him into the courtyard.
Li Xiangyang squeezed Lin Lan's hand. "Little Lan, we'll go together this time. Next time, you can stay home, and I'll go by myself."
Lin Lan nodded, her voice soft. "Xiangyang, selling clothes and small appliances doesn't require much skill. Right now, with the economy just opening up, it's a quick way to make money. But in a few years, more and more shops will be selling the same things. Our craft is our true foundation."
Li Xiangyang glanced over at her. "Don't worry, I won't give up the meat stall or the pig farm. All the hams this year were made by me and the old man together."
"I sent some to a few families, and they couldn't even tell which ones I made and which ones the old man made. Uncle Da even said I've already mastered the old man's skills."
