The Qin family house was brilliantly lit, with Old Mrs. Qin sitting at the desk, wearing reading glasses and cutting fabric. Hearing the sound of the door opening from outside, she looked up with a smile, "You're back, how did the sales go?"
"Sold everything, the sales were fifty-eight yuan and nine!" Li Qiao couldn't wait to report the numbers.
"Sales?" Old Mrs. Qin's eyes twinkled with laughter, a bright light in her gaze, "Impressive! Your neighbor and I made 36 dresses, using up five rolls of fabric. We have 550 rolls in the house, and if we sell them all, excluding costs, we expect to make over five thousand. We're getting rich!"