As expected, it wasn't long before the old lady arrived at Fang Jianping's house. Fang Jianping had been lying in bed for days, feeling as if his bones had gone soft from the inactivity. This was the first time in his life he had been so idle, lying at home doing nothing for seven or eight days straight. He was thinking of making an excuse to have Yang Mei call his daughter and ask her to come pick him up so he could recover in the town.
The couple had indeed given up their old shop front, but they had found an even better location. The new place they found was promising—with a storefront and a backyard that could not only serve as living quarters but also as a storage space. They had had their eye on this spot for a while, and their savings over the years, though just barely sufficient, had allowed them to purchase the property. As for stocking inventory, the couple was well-regarded and trusted, so getting goods on credit from acquaintances wouldn't be an issue.