"When I followed the factory leaders on a research trip to the south before, I discovered there were several products in high demand."
"If all else fails, I'll resign from the factory, take out a loan, and set up a small factory. We'll make whatever they're short of. Can we ever lack money to spend?"
"Is that possible?"
"Why not? In the future, we'll produce what's missing, not just make whatever and figure out what to do with it. That's called adapting to the changing times."
Her husband spoke earnestly.
His wife asked, "But what if we lose money?"
"If we lose... we'll go to my uncle's place and join the farming team! I'll become a poet in the sorghum fields, while you stand on the ridge and sing for me, as long as we don't starve, we're good."
His wife giggled and lowered her head to eat the meat porridge.
"Or maybe I should set up a stall and make flatbreads," his wife said. "My flatbreads are really tasty!"