Su Jiaoniang asked, "Would you like to experience real money-making?"

The children can do math and play house.

What if we switch to a real small business?

Although exploiting child labor is wrong, kids like it.

If you can't do it well, just don't do it.

Gouhua is two years older than Xiaoya; at seven years old, she's already starting to save up for her dowry.

"What kind of business is Mother going to do? I love doing business the most." The soft, gentle voice made everyone's heart melt.

Even Xiao Futu and Changsheng came over.

Su Jiaoniang said, "Liangpi (cold skin noodles), I'll set up the liangpi stall over at the dock, you can sell it for two coins a bowl."

"My dear, I love eating liangpi (cold skin noodles) the most, and I can make it myself," Xiaoya continued.

Dog Flower's eyes sparkled. She had played house before, but she had never run a small business. Now that she heard she could start her own business, she was quite excited. She clenched her fists and began to think about it.

The dock was bustling with people, and the situation was quite complicated. There were many people bullying children, and Gouhua immediately thought of her second brother, Gousheng.

My second brother is fat and strong; if I take him along, no one will dare to bully him.

As for whether the business could make money, the two children hadn't thought about it, or rather, they hadn't given it much thought at all.

Su Jiaoniang started washing the cold noodles in front of Gouhua, and Gouhua didn't think much of it, washing her little hands and helping her wash them.

The little girl was short and couldn't do heavy work, so she quietly tended the fire in the kitchen.

This made Xiao Futu and Changsheng very jealous.

Changsheng couldn't resist any longer and jumped to Su Jiaoniang's side: "Auntie, I can do it too, I'm big."

"Your injuries haven't fully healed yet. If you really can't stay idle, go be Doctor Liu's apprentice." Su Jiaoniang reached out and rubbed Xiao Changsheng's head. His dark, chapped head had a patch of prickly hair growing on it, making him look like a little monk who had secretly slipped down from the mountain.

Medicine boy?

Thinking about the medicine I'm taking, I don't really like dealing with herbs.