Chapter 90: The Little Embroideress
"Brother, I’ve still got some saved up. Let’s go out and sell more tomorrow."
Qin Xiangnuan was quite satisfied with the amount of money they had made. For the sake of the money, for the sake of saving up, she had pushed herself hard. She rubbed her pitiful, chubby hands—yes, they were frozen. The temperature inside the system space was just right, about twenty-five or twenty-six degrees. She wondered if staying there longer might help alleviate her frostbitten hands.
From time to time, she rubbed her hands on her clothes because they were very itchy, but she didn’t dare to scratch everywhere.
Only after the itch subsided did she stretch out one hand to set up the red paper and start writing again.
Within this space provided by the system, she never stopped working. When tired, she’d rest her head on the table for a bit, then upon waking, she’d continue writing. If she got bored, she would leave the system to add some wood to the stove and cook something to eat.
In this fashion, busily coming and going, she ended up writing nearly two thousand Spring Festival couplets.
She shook her hands; they felt like they were about to break off.
But then she remembered something. She had only written small ones, and she needed to write a few large ones as well. She found a large piece of red paper, about two meters long. These large Spring Festival couplets could sell for one yuan each, and many people wanted them,