"Go on." Zhuang Dali stood up, saw Zhuang Ruman out the door, then returned back to the courtyard. After a while of searching, he found a clean sack.
"What do you need the sack for?" His wife, Mrs. Wang, asked.
"I'm going to the village chief's home to get bean seeds," Zhuang Dali as he dusted off the sack, "aren't we planning to plant seven acres of beans this year? In that case, let's get 50 kilograms of seeds, we can plant the extra in our vegetable garden. Also, does your family want some seeds too?"
"I suggest your family should also plant more beans. Once the beans are harvested and sold to the tofu factory, it can generate money. The tofu factory owner collects beans from our village. Later, we can have your family's beans delivered here and it'll be like us selling them; I'm sure Yonghe would purchase first. No fears of not being able to sell them."