Juhua had never left Qingnan Village.
Even Li Changyu himself, who had studied in Qinghui for several years, had never paid attention to such matters. It was only after he decided to go into business that he started wandering the main streets and back alleys to familiarize himself with the town, choosing suitable customers, and starting to sell his wares.
For a moment, no one spoke. The room fell silent. Zhang Huai watched Li Changyu quietly, his lips pursed and his expression solemn.
Qingmu was also sizing up Li Changyu, thinking, 'Juhua and I have placed such high hopes in him. Whether or not he can make something of himself all depends on his skills. If he succeeds, building a workshop in the village will be a much safer bet.'
That was why Juhua had been so determined today, not only giving him the idea but also explaining it in such great detail.
Juhua continued sewing a shoe sole, her mind racing as she tried to think if she had missed anything.
