Now that the weather has cleared up, even if we want to start bamboo weaving, we'll have to find some free time.

After all, there's still work to be done in the fields.

Unlike the previous two days, when I had nothing to do because of the rain, I could just stay at home and work on my things.

Moreover, he promised Sanpo's son that he would help carry the coffin on the day of Sanpo's burial.

“An’an, you know… my stuff sells so well, but it can’t keep up with the stocking.”

"What if people stop coming to my peach shop after a while?" Lin's father felt uneasy thinking about this.

"No, Dad, people are still willing to wait for things they like."

"Moreover, I have an idea."

"Huh? What?" Mr. Lin looked at her curiously.

"I remember there were quite a few people in our village who knew how to weave bamboo?"

"It's just that the things everyone makes up are basically sold in familiar shops."

"We don't sell many products, and we don't make much money either."

"So, some people stop writing as they go along."

"Yes, that's true. To be precise, I learned my bamboo weaving skills from the elders in the village," said Mr. Lin.

"So I was thinking, should we mobilize people who are good at bamboo weaving and have them put their woven items in your shop for sale as well?"

"As for mobilization, let the village chief or Party Secretary Zhang discuss it with everyone."

"An'an, I think it's a good idea!" Lin's father said, his heart stirred.

Honestly, he hadn't even thought of that.

He never expected that his second daughter would now be thinking about the people in the village.

There are indeed some craftsmen in the village who know how to weave bamboo.

But people are getting old, they don't know how to use the internet, let alone open online stores to sell goods.

If we can help everyone add a sales channel, perhaps everyone can really sell more goods.