Song Yan smiled cunningly, "You don't even know that everyone in the village knows that your clothes are selling well. But they just can't bring themselves to spend that money. If you give me a few sets of clothes, I'll wear them and stroll around the village daily.
"On one hand, everyone will think you're especially filial, not forgetting to take care of your family even when you have money. On the other hand, when people see these attractive clothes, they'll also buy from you. This way, you'll earn more money."
Xia Wan curled her lips, thinking to herself that Song Yan was still the same as before—always calculating, always trying to take advantage.
When their family had no money, Song Yan calculated to make her mother do more work, while her father would have to pay more.
Now that their family had money, Song Yan was thinking about getting a few sets of clothes from her.