At Fang Pingying's home, Luo Zhiyong managed to get leave from the army until the 10th, and he could stay in the city for two more days.
Thinking about how Fang Pingying's shop had just opened, there was still much work to be done; just having a few women, they probably couldn't handle it.
So, Luo Zhiyong discussed with Fang Pingying, "Let's not open the shop today. You guys clean up the place, and I'll go to Uncle Zeng's place to arrange for him to start delivering goods tomorrow."
"Okay," Fang Pingying nodded her head, suddenly remembering that during the New Year, it would be inappropriate for Luo Zhiyong to go there empty-handed, so she asked him, "Are you going to Uncle Zeng's home or to his factory?"
Luo Zhiyong thought for a moment, and said, "I'll visit his factory, I haven't had the chance to go there yet."
Even if it was just to the factory, Fang Pingying still felt that he should bring something, "During New Year, you should bring something over."
