Her mind raced through the social development she remembered from the next twenty years. Opening a factory wasn't realistic yet. She lacked manpower and trusted people. But she did remember some basic concepts.
Suddenly, she slapped the table. "That's it! We can let women grow vegetables in greenhouses! There are vegetables in summer anyway, but once winter comes, fresh vegetables sell like crazy. We can also grow mushrooms in greenhouses. When the produce is ready, the factory can sell it outside. Wouldn't that make money?"
The old table couldn't withstand her excitement. With a loud bang, it cracked apart.
Ryan snapped out of his daze, startled. Instead of getting angry, his eyes lit up. He grabbed her hand eagerly. "Wife, do you know how to build the vegetable greenhouses you're talking about?"
What she had just said was nothing short of revolutionary. Self-production, self-marketing. Solving women's employment while generating profit for the factory. One move, many benefits.
