The two exchanged a glance and smiled, knowing that arguing further would be pointless, so they nodded in agreement.
"Okay, we'll do as you say."
After discussing the profit sharing, Zhao Damei earnestly inquired about the ins and outs of flower cultivation.
“If someone buys our flowers and they die in two or three days, that’s not good. We need to tell them how to water them and when to fertilize them.”
Sister-in-law Wang gave her an approving look, then turned to Zhou Qiqi and smiled.
"No wonder you were so confident earlier that your character was absolutely impeccable; you really meant it."
As he spoke, he counted on his fingers, explaining clearly the amount of water needed and the time for sun exposure.
She spoke earnestly, and Zhao Damei listened attentively, asking many questions that drew inferences from her words.
One of them talked until his throat was dry, while the other listened intently, occasionally asking a few more questions.
As the sun was almost directly overhead, the old lady inside couldn't sit still any longer and started grumbling.
"Why haven't you cooked yet? You've been nagging about such a small thing as flowers and plants all morning. What's the point? In my opinion, they won't sell at all. You're giving me six and me four, making it sound like a big business."
The old lady clearly didn't think it was a good idea.
Fortunately, they had said everything they needed to say, and Zhao Damei and Sister-in-law Wang made an appointment.
I'll come pick up the flowers first thing tomorrow morning.
Zhou Qiqi then took Zhao Damei to Deng Cuixiang's house.
Tomorrow is Saturday, and it's Saturday. Deng Cuixiang's pickled chili sauce and soy sauce cucumbers will be ready to be sold. The two of them can go to town together and look out for each other.
Both of them were straightforward people and friends of Zhou Qiqi, so they got along very well as soon as they met and agreed to go to the city early the next day.
The next morning, Zhou Qiqi got up very early, even though she wasn't going into the city.
Today was the first time Shen Duzhou was learning to paint from Master Wu. Last night, she packed crayons and drawing paper in her canvas bag and even put some mints that Zhouzhou likes at the bottom of the bag.
Watching Qin Lei drive the two of them away, she waved from afar, closed the door, and prepared to sleep a little longer.
The housework is finally finished, and she can finally get some sleep now that she's home alone.
Just as the person reached the bedside, the courtyard gate was pounded on loudly.
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