Chu Tian had just finished his meal and because he had taken a nap in the afternoon, he really couldn't sleep. He looked at Yao Xiujuan sitting across the table under a candle sewing the cloth bags he often used, and thought that they had nothing to do anyway, so he started chatting.

"Do you have any more cloth at home? If not, I'll buy some next time I go to the village..."

Yao Xiujuan looked up at him and said, "Also, what do you need so many cloth bags for?"

Chu Tian picked up a cloth bag she had sewn and answered casually, "Don't I sell white flour sometimes now? I don't have anything to pack it in, so I need to use cloth bags..."

Yao Xiujuan frowned and put down the half-sewn cloth bag in her hand. "Why use fine cotton cloth to make a bag when you can use linen that doesn't require cloth coupons? That's such a waste."

Chu Tian exclaimed "Ah" and looked at Yao Xiujuan with a confused expression.

He actually didn't need to buy muslin. He already had so much in his space, so why would he spend money on more? But he couldn't say that he didn't need to spend money in front of Yao Xiujuan.

Yao Xiujuan prayed helplessly, stood up and walked to the place where her food was stored, took out an empty bag from it, and placed it in front of Chu Tian.

"This is the bag that the old house uses to store flour every year. It's made of linen..."

Chu Tian hesitantly opened the sack in front of him and took a look. He found that there was indeed some white flour left in the bag. He paused for a while before speaking, "Well, then I will ask Weiguo to buy me some linen tomorrow..."

Yao Xiujuan nodded and said "hmm", put the sack back to its place, and continued to sit down and sew the sack.

Chu Tian touched his nose and moved closer to Yao Xiujuan. "We're going to use linen to make bags in the future. Why are you still sewing?"

Yao Xiujuan said without even looking up, "Forget about using burlap bags to sell grain. For our own grain, I think it would be better to use bags made of fine cotton cloth..."

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