Lady Zhang was in the midst of brisk sales when she heard Lian Manman say this and was somewhat bewildered.
"Dad, Mom, let's not sell these pickled vegetables today. Can we give them away instead?" said Lian Manman.
Lian Manman had already counted the money in her pouch. They had sold approximately seventy pounds of pickled vegetables that day, and she already had seventy-eight wen in her pouch. There were roughly ten pounds of pickled vegetables left in the basin.
"Manman, whom are you planning to give all these pickled vegetables to?" Although Lady Zhang was a bit reluctant, she still asked.