After Uncle An spoke, the villagers who were just passing by and asking a casual question stopped in their tracks.
"What's this? Is our village getting a supply and marketing co-op?"
"Something like that. My eldest son is opening it. The prices are the same as the co-op, and you won't have to walk so far anymore."
Uncle An, holding a box, struck up a conversation right there.
An Ning, holding two boxes, watched her usually quiet uncle chat away with ease.
'Sigh, it's all for the sake of the children.'
"Sis, why didn't we drive?"
"If we drove, would anyone even ask? Would Uncle An have a chance to say anything? This is what you call silent advertising. Get it?"
After An Ning's explanation, An Guoming, who was up ahead, turned back and said, "My little sister is clever."
"But of course. Cleverness is just one of my many basic talents."
An Ning quickened her pace, passing An Guoming.
