"Ningyue and I visited the cloth market, and only their fabrics were the most innovative. Since the business was good, why should we sell them in the back hall?" Wen Chanjuan wanted to ask the shopkeeper at that time.

"Because the production of this dyeing workshop is not high, as for the shopkeeper of Shuixiu Fabric, she must have her own concerns. One is that she is afraid that other peers will dig up the supply of goods, and the other is that there is such a big market, just theirs, and they are afraid of being excluded. Well, this is how I understand it." Aunt Feng Er said.

Ning Yue thought for a while: "Aunt Feng Er, since you know the owner of the dyeing cloth shop and their family's output is not high, why don't you let Uncle Feng San discuss with the boss, cooperate to increase the output, and make money together?"

Feng Yucui was stunned for a moment, and her eyes lit up: "Yes, why didn't I expect, Ning Yue, you are so smart. I'll send a telegram to my home in a while."

Yes, the clothing factory has developed very well in Pingjing. She had thought about letting her third brother come to Pingjing to develop with her father, but her father said he was unwilling to do anything, saying that the Feng family's roots were in Nanhang, and he had to guard it. If he could also develop the family business in Nanhang, the living standards of his father and third brother could also be improved a lot.

He did it as soon as he said: "Ning Yue, Chanjuan, I won't keep you anymore. Just put the fabric here. I have to send a telegram to my dad and the others."

Ning Yue smiled. Aunt Feng's hot temperament has not changed at all. Wen Chanjuan said, "Aunt Feng, don't be so anxious, right? Please help me first. How much does it cost to make three curtains?"

"How can you not be in a hurry? What if someone is one step faster than me, the opportunity will be snatched away by someone else. The three curtains are just cut and wrapped around the edges. It takes no time or effort. What else can I tell me if it is not money? Okay, I'm out..."

While talking, they really threw them here and left by themselves. Ning Yue and Wen Chanjuan looked at each other, and both of them smiled.

Ning Yue said: "Let's go, Aunt Feng said you don't have money, that's it. It's a family, don't be too polite for these trivial matters."

Wen Chanjuan nodded: "Okay."

When I got home, it was almost noon. In the yard and under the tree, two little guys were sitting in the cart, and the other Qiao Zhilan was holding them and feeding them rice: "Ling Ning, Chanjuan is back? Let's go to the restaurant together at noon. Ning Ning, Zhuomay has sent you a letter and is still in the store."

Ning Yue nodded: "Well, okay, I'll get it later."

After Ning Yue finished speaking, she took the small bowl from her mother-in-law and fed the baby rice paste. Wen Chanjuan picked up another small bowl: "Feed Jingze, I will feed Jingxuan."

"Yeah, OK!"

Qiao Zhilan went upstairs and changed her clothes: "Ning Ning, then you will come with Chanjuan and bring the babies here later. I'll go to the hotel first."

"Okay, okay, mom, go!" Although Qiao Zhilan didn't work as a shopkeeper in the hotel, she still had to go and see it whenever she had time. After all, it was her own store, so she had to worry about it. She would feel at ease when she went there every day.

Aunt Yang came out of the backyard: "Ning Yue, are you back? I have washed the children's clothes. It's nothing to do, so I'll go back first and come here again in the afternoon."

Ning Yue nodded: "Okay, Aunt Yang, you go back first."
Chapter completed!