Wang Yongzhu looked at the way Song Chongjin tried to please her own mother and really wanted to laugh, but she forced herself to resist: "Let's think about this. Although ink, paper, inkstones, and ink slabs are elegant, the investment is too large, and the price of high-quality supplies is not cheap. We only have so much money. If it's all tied up, what will we do if we need more silver for something in the future?"
"You make sense, daughter; I'll listen to you—," Old Granny Zhang agreed immediately. After all, she certainly didn't have her daughter's knack for business, so she would follow her daughter's lead in everything.
