An Guoming's words immediately caught the attention of the An family.
The basket weaver stopped, the person at the sewing machine paused, and the one studying the dictionary looked up.
An Guoming felt a little awkward under their collective gaze and subconsciously cleared his throat.
"Um, I was thinking… now that we've made so many schoolbags, we can start looking for ways to sell them."
Once An Guoming started speaking, it no longer felt so difficult.
"Last time, Eldest Brother and I went door-to-door to sell them, but we didn't have this many. We can't go door-to-door again. It'd be best if we could sell them in one large batch."
After he finished, An Guoming subconsciously looked toward An Ning.
The rest of the An family did the same. Unwittingly, An Ning had become their focal point.
"I agree with Second Brother. I'll go out with him tomorrow."
