Song Xian stood in the courtyard. The housekeeper wanted to go inside to announce him, but he stopped her with a gesture.
The conversation inside the house continued.
Song Xian couldn't recall the last time he heard his grandmother speak with such enthusiasm, her voice more spirited than usual. He didn't want anything to disturb the atmosphere inside.
Old Mrs. Song and Xie Liangchen were engrossed in conversation, unaware of the commotion outside.
Old Mrs. Song had just finished a bowl of sweet toad oil with milk. She didn't want to eat it, but after hearing the story of gathering and selling medicine in Chen Family Village, she couldn't bear to waste something so good.
Old Mrs. Song looked at Xie Liangchen, "Anything else interesting?"
Xie Liangchen sat on the Jinwu chair and laughed, "There is one thing. Do you know about woolen textiles?"
