"No, no, no! You should sit here, read your documents, and drink some tea!" Su Qiao refused as she ran outside.
Feng Han furrowed his brows.
"Old man?"
Was he really that old?
Afraid that this fellow would go on and on again, Su Qiao found an excuse to leave the secondary residence after lunch.
Of course, she was genuinely busy too.
At home, Grandma, Second Aunt, and the others were all busy making shoes, socks, and bags. She had to go back and lend them a hand.
There were no sewing machines in this era. Otherwise, things would have gone much faster.
Still, even without a sewing machine, there were ways to improve the embroidery needles.
Ancient embroidery needles were just ordinary needles, but the needles used for embroidery in modern times were different.
Unfortunately, there probably wasn't enough time to improve them this time.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Between Su Qiao's maternal grandmother's family, her second grand-uncle's family, her third grand-uncle's family, the two families in the village who were close to Grandma, and her own family, there were twenty-one women in total—practically a small workshop.
With so many people working together, they had spent three days rushing to make more than eight hundred sets of shoes and socks, along with over six hundred bags.
Even Su Qiao was startled by the quantity.
In the end, after discussing it with her family, they decided to split into two groups. Second Uncle, Second Aunt, and Ernie would sell the goods in town, while Su Qiao would take her mother and Su Yihe, who happened to be home on leave, to sell them in the county.
As for her elder brother, Su Yichen, it wasn't that he didn't want to go. The old man had