The sun was setting.
Aunt Li had collected another large bag of willow catkins.
Her back was sore and her body ached with fatigue.
But she was delighted.
Without stopping to rest, she rode her tricycle to the collection point.
It weighed in at 15 jin.
She earned 45 yuan.
Added to the 60 yuan she'd sold at noon,
her extra income for the day was 105 yuan.
Aunt Li was overjoyed.
On the way home, she did some careful calculations.
Based on previous years, the willow catkin season would last for over another month.
'If I can earn over a hundred yuan a day, I can make an extra three thousand a month.'
'This is fantastic.'
Aunt Li made a good meal that evening and went to bed early.
She needed to rest up and conserve her energy for another big day tomorrow.
However, things changed with unexpected speed.
The next day, the news that Ding's Pharmaceutical Factory was buying willow catkins spread through the entire city as if it had wings.
