Mu Shuangshuang looked on with a heavy heart. She also knew that making straw fans wouldn't last for long. Once the weather cooled, even if they were given away for free, people might not want them.
Perhaps she needed to think of a new way to make money.
As she was contemplating, Zhao Yun's voice sounded from outside the yard.
Mu Shuangshuang glanced at Mu Dashan, sighed, and then walked out.
Zhao Yun had a basket in her hand, likely bringing some vegetables for Mu Shuangshuang again. These days, Zhao Yun had been bringing over some greens every few days. At first, Mu Shuangshuang could accept it, but after a while, she felt embarrassed.
It's said that food given as charity doesn't last long; she'd been accepting it for so long that even with thick skin, she felt awkward.
"Aunt Xiao Yun, please stop bringing us vegetables. I haven't even finished the ones you brought yesterday, I..." Mu Shuangshuang refused directly before Zhao Yun could speak.
