Meanwhile, over at the Song family's house.
As the oil in the oil lamps had been replenished at home, no one went to bed early that night.
Madam Liu and Song Yun had sold six pairs of straw sandals during the day. They were very busy now. After finishing the tasks in the kitchen, they started to weave straw sandals under the oil lamp.
Qin Xiaoyao wasn't idle either. She teased Song Ye from time to time while she busied herself together with the mother and daughter.
Now that the Chinese yams had been harvested, she felt more at ease and relaxed.
"Tomorrow, I have to go to the mountains to take a look and see if I can find some ramie." Qin Xiaoyao mumbled as she weaved the straw sandals.
She was thinking about weaving a fishing net.
Yes, she knew how to weave a fishing net.
During the apocalypse, she learned it from an old fisherman she saved.
