Xiao Changyi didn’t stop right away; he put three more pieces of rabbit meat on An Jing’s plate before finally resting.
An Jingxin felt a warm glow inside. Her husband was so good to her.
"The ground is too dry. I need to go to the fields again tomorrow to water it," Xiao Changyi suddenly said in a casual tone.
Newly cleared fields are like that, full of problems and requiring constant attention. An Jing understood and said with a smile, "I’ll go with you tomorrow."
The next day, Xiao Changyi carried water from the river to the fields, while An Jing watered the fields with a ladle. It took them almost half a day to water an acre of land.
After watering the fields, An Jing and Xiao Changyi returned home.
As soon as they got back, An Jing said, "Husband, I remembered something. Our big jar can hold sixty jin of fermented bean curd, but you also saw last time that the ones at the bottom were crushed and deformed. We should buy some smaller jars, preferably ones that can just hold ten jin of fermented bean curd each. That way, the bean curd shouldn’t get deformed, and they’ll look better when we sell them."
Last time, she had stuffed a jar with twenty jin of fermented bean curd, and the ones at the bottom really did get deformed. Fortunately, the women who bought the bean curd didn’t mind at the time.
But that was because it was a novelty the first time. In the future, they definitely would mind, and they might even choose not to buy it because it didn’t look good.
Xiao Changyi also knew that their jar was a bit too big and said, "I’ll go to town tomorrow and buy some smaller ones."
An Jing immediately hugged Xiao Changyi’s waist, tilted her head up with a beaming smile, "You have to make another trip again, my dear husband."
Xiao Changyi naturally hugged her back and shook his head, "It’s no trouble."
The next day, after breakfast, Xiao Changyi went to Sixteen Town. When he came back, not only had he bought eight small jars, but he had also bought more salt and chili powder.
There was still enough white wine at home; they didn’t need to buy any for the moment.
Seeing that each small jar really only could hold ten jin, An Jing was very satisfied.
Then, Xiao Changyi and An Jing went to the riverside to wash the jars. People saw them washing so many jars and were curious about what they were doing with them, but no one asked An Jing or Xiao Changyi.
Even if someone did ask, An Jing and Xiao Changyi wouldn’t bother with it.
Once the tofu was properly fermented, An Jing and Xiao Changyi bathed it in white wine, then evenly coated it with seasoning before finally placing it into the small jars, filling a total of six jars.
An Jing looked at the six jars lined up neatly and said, "Husband, last time we sold everything and didn’t keep any for ourselves. This time, we must save one jar to eat at home."
"Mm," Xiao Changyi had no objections.
"How many shall we take to town to sell tomorrow?" An Jing asked.
Xiao Changyi said, "Let’s start with three jars." He didn’t think they could sell all five jars in one day. Last time they sold twenty jin because it was new to everyone. This time they would start by bringing thirty jin to see how it goes. If they managed to sell them, they could bring the other two jars the next day.
"Mm," An Jing also didn’t think they could sell all five jars in one day.
Just like last time, Xiao Changyi and An Jing got up before dawn, and then they went to Sixteen Town.
Quite coincidentally, they occupied the same central stall on the western side of Sixteen Town’s vegetable market.
Even more coincidentally, the stall next to hers was still that vegetable-selling uncle.
"You’re finally back!" the uncle exclaimed with delight. "These past few days, so many people have been asking about you because they want to buy your fermented bean curd!"
"Really?" An Jing was also pleasantly surprised to hear that people wanted to buy her fermented bean curd.