"These flowers are of good quality and the essential oils they make are also very good. I sold them in the county and made money... and made four silver dollars."

Widow Yu was a little surprised.

"Can you really make money? I will keep the rest for you, and you can use it to make that pure oil."

Zhao Yuanle smiled and said, "So I'll buy you that cloth. You can do it if you want to make clothes. You can still sell it if you are short of money in the future. This insurance price is also yours."

The widow's eyebrows and eyes stretched out, and the smile on her face never fell.

"I don't want anything you give me. It's useless to give these flowers to me. It's useful to give you. What you earn is what you deserve.

I will sell the remaining flowers for you, and I will make as much money as I can.”

Speaking of this, Zhao Yuanle shook his head.

"I won't go to the county, I will go to the town to sell it in the future."

Widow Yu didn't ask much, but just asked Zhao Yuanle whether to drink honey water after a meal.

Zhao Yuanle picked up his basket for Widow Yu to show.
Chapter completed!