"Dad, where will our factory be built?" Xu Nian'an asked.
"I think building it in the village is pretty good. I remember Xu Song apprenticed with Dad, right? It'll be convenient in the village."
Xu Song is the son of Uncle Xu Yuchun.
Xu Nianhua's gaze, much like Xu Qinghe's, settled on the open space next to their house.
Although their old house was a bit old and off-center, it had its advantages—for example, the space was vast!
There was open space next to the old house, and not far from there were their fields. Although the fields weren't very fertile, at least they were close.
"Exactly, let's build it in the village. The village is so close to the county, it will be convenient to deliver furniture later on," Xu Nianji also agreed enthusiastically.
The family chatted excitedly. Even though they temporarily couldn't build a new house next year, which was a bit disappointing, if the furniture factory really made money, wouldn't they have plenty for building a house later on?