My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

Dongxue walked into the yard and put the small bamboo basket on the table. She turned around and saw Huaying cleaning the stove. "Sister Huaying, put the small bamboo basket here."

"Dongxue, do you have anything else to do today?" Huaying looked back at her while busying herself.

"It's okay. I've almost finished the work in the fields recently, and my mother is free at home. She just praised you for your cleverness and dexterity." Dongxue looked at her with admiration.

"Then go home and talk to Aunt Zhang. Do you agree to follow me to the town to sell cold noodles for 20 cents a day?" Dongxue is efficient, so it would be easier to set up the stall on the first day with her help.

Dongxue looked excited, "Sister Huaying, is that true? Can I go to town too?"

Huaying smiled and said gently, "Sure, go ask Aunt Zhang if she agrees." Girls in the village rarely travel far, and if they do, they have to get their parents' permission.

Dongxue ran towards home with a happy face. Huaying glanced at her cheerful figure, smiled, then lowered her head and continued to work on her work.

Soon, Aunt Zhang and Dongxue came to the yard. Aunt Zhang said with a worried look on her face, "I feel uneasy when you two girls go to town. I'll go with you and I can help you."

After saying that, he glanced at Huaying worriedly and said, "You are also a person who doesn't know how to live. You haven't even earned a penny yet and you're already talking about paying Dongxue for her work. How can you ask for money for helping out?"

Huaying was touched, and she and Dongxue looked at each other and laughed.

"Aunt Zhang, I'll go with them. Don't worry about my safety." Fu Shiyan stood behind them and said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, the three of them looked at Fu Shiyan at the same time. It was rare to see him so warm-hearted. Aunt Zhang looked at Huaying and the others and said to him, "That's fine. How are you going? Do you have a cart at home that you can use?"

Huaying then remembered that she had not borrowed the cart yet, so she smiled and nodded to Aunt Zhang. Aunt Zhang remembered that there was still wood on the cart, so she said, "Then I will go home and free up the cart for you."

Seeing Aunt Zhang walking away, Dongxue excitedly took Huaying's hand and said, "Sister Huaying, does mother agree to let me go?"

When she first got home and told her mother about it, her mother frowned and said, "I'm worried about you two beautiful girls going to town." Dongxue thought her mother didn't agree, so when she saw her mother leaving the house, she followed her.

Huaying smiled and ruffled her hair, saying, "Yes, I agree."

Dongxue's eyes were full of anticipation. The last time she went to the town was when she was a few years old. It seemed that she was sick and the village doctor couldn't cure her, so her father carried her to the town.

Huaying turned around and said to Fu Shiyan, "Let's move the small table and stools in the yard, and then take out the large chopping board, clean it and prepare it for use." Fu Shiyan nodded and went to the room to get the large chopping board that Huaying asked Uncle Zhang to make some time ago.

"Sister Huaying, let me put the lids on these small bamboo tubes." Dongxue, who was quick-witted, saw that the row of small bamboo tubes on the stove were filled with various sauces for making cold noodles, and she understood who learned how to use the small bamboo tubes for storing salt at home.

Some time ago, Sister Huaying gave my father a blueprint, and since then, some bamboo tubes with lids have been placed in our kitchen to make it convenient for my mother to store salt. My mother also said that it is much more convenient to take out than putting it in a ceramic jar.

Aunt Zhang pushed the cart over, and several people put their things on the cart and set off. At the door, Aunt Zhang repeatedly reminded Dongxue to work faster and told Huaying to greet people with a smile when doing business.

The two were already used to Zhang's nagging and nodded in response.

It was almost noon when they arrived in town. The streets were bustling with people. Fu Shiyan parked the bike at the intersection near North Street. Huaying Dongxue hurriedly took out the table, chopping board, seasoning barrel, vegetable basket, and cold noodle bowl and arranged them neatly one by one. Fu Shiyan placed the bike's armrests on two stools to keep the bike balanced.