Wang Youbao craned his neck to look at the forthright An Jing and Xiao Changyi, then turned his gaze to the villagers of Jiuping Village who clearly didn’t look like any good sort, and he felt he had a grasp of the situation.
Still curious, he asked, "Wasn’t Xiao Changyi one of your villagers before, just a farmer? How capable could he be?"
The village chief still spoke in a low voice, "That guy has been on the battlefield, has been stained with blood and came back. He can easily knock down twelve of our village’s strongest men. Isn’t that formidable enough?"
"I see," Wang Youbao nodded, understanding why Xiao Changyi exuded an aura that made him impossible to ignore.
Wang Youbao couldn’t help but look at Xiao Changyi with a bit more respect and envy.
In his eyes, those who have been to battle and killed enemies were real men.
And he had actually wanted to go to battle and serve his country as well, but his father wouldn’t allow it, and fed him lots of delicious food every day, making him grow so plump that now, going for a slightly longer walk would leave him gasping for air.
Seeing the village chief about to say something else, Wang Youbao waved his hand impatiently and raised his voice, "Enough, An Jing and Xiao Changyi have not offended me. I came today to buy their fermented tofu. As for you lot, instead of properly tending to your farms, you all run here... Let me be clear, those who can’t produce this year’s rent, next year don’t even dream of renting land from my family to cultivate!"
Not caring about the villagers’ expressions, Wang Youbao turned around, gave Xiao Changyi and An Jing a respectful salute, before being helped onto the carriage by Yu Daming and leaving.
An Jing and Xiao Changyi also ignored the people from Jiuping Village, closed the yard gate, and went back into the house.
The villagers of Jiuping Village: "..." Weren’t An Jing and Xiao Changyi the ones who had offended the small landowners? How did it end up ...
The villagers of Jiuping Village were on the verge of tears.
As soon as An Jing got back into the house, she affectionately wrapped her arms around Xiao Changyi’s waist and said with a twinkling smile, "We’ve already managed to sell forty catties in advance!"
"That plump fellow seems not bad."
"Mhm?" Xiao Changyi was obviously a bit displeased.
"What’s wrong, are you jealous?" An Jing asked with her small face tilted up and her eyes curving into crescents.
"I’m not jealous." He didn’t like sour things.
An Jing was silent for a moment, then said, "Where I come from, being jealous means feeling upset because someone praises another man, meaning, you feel uncomfortable hearing me speak well of another man."
Xiao Changyi understood and nodded honestly, "Mhm, I feel uncomfortable."
"Don’t worry," An Jing nuzzled her small face against him and smiled sweetly, "In my heart and eyes, there’s only room for you, I can’t fit anyone else~"
"Mhm." Xiao Changyi finally smiled contently. After a pause, he affectionately pressed his forehead against hers and made a request, "Don’t make me feel uncomfortable in the future."
Xiao Changyi then kissed her lips tenderly and gently.
Because he kissed her so lightly, An Jing felt a ticklish sensation on her lips, making her giggle continuously. After Xiao Changyi finished kissing her, she then said, "If the restaurant’s dishes with fermented tofu sell well, then our tofu won’t have to worry about lacking buyers in the future."
"It means we won’t worry about not being able to sell it."
"My lord," she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I will make lots of money to take care of you~"
"Then you must remember to fatten me up!"
"I’m already trying," he said as he kissed her face, which was no longer as sallow and skinny as before.
"Hehehe..." An Jing laughed even more happily. No one could compare to her man, her man was the best.