"What is this..." An Jing looked at the money handed to her and was momentarily unable to react.
Xiao Changyi, with an unchanged expression, said, "Ten pounds of fermented tofu for one hundred coins, plus six coins for a jar, which makes a total of one hundred and six coins."
"Pfft~" An Jing finally understood and laughed, "I thought you were giving it away for free, but you even sold the jars to them, hehe... My husband, you’re awesome!" Just like her, never at a disadvantage~
Receiving praise from his wife, the corners of Xiao Changyi’s mouth curved in an almost imperceptible smile.
At noon, An Jing made rabbit meat, which had been marinated; although quite salty, it was delicious.
After all, it was a meat dish.
While eating, An Jing and Xiao Changyi discussed buying more tofu from Shi Xiaolan.
Wang Youbao had said that dishes flavored with fermented tofu sold very well, so in the future, her family’s fermented tofu would sell even better.
Although there were already one hundred pounds of tofu fermenting, it was clear that wasn’t enough, and in the end, An Jing and Xiao Changyi decided to have Shi Xiaolan make another two hundred pounds.
After lunch, An Jing and Xiao Changyi went together to An Village to find Shi Xiaolan.
Xiao Changyi had picked out straw at Xiaolan’s house last time and knew where it was, so An Jing just had to follow him.
Because Xiao Changyi had come to pick straw last time, many people from An Village had seen him. When they asked Shi Xiaolan who he was, she introduced Xiao Changyi, which led to quite a few people in An Village recognizing him.
As soon as Xiao Changyi entered the village, those from An Village who recognized him greeted him warmly.
Xiao Changyi kept a straight face with little response, but An Jing replied warmly, calling out "Uncle," "Auntie," "Grandpa," "Grandma," and saying she was Xiao Changyi’s wife, that her husband didn’t talk much, and for them not to mind.
To be honest, entering An Village gave An Jing the feeling of returning to the rural place where her grandparents lived.
The people were just as enthusiastic, just as simple, just as kind.
She had lived in the countryside with her grandparents until she finished middle school; it was only when she went to high school that she moved to the city. Whenever she returned to the village, the villagers would warmly greet her with "Jing girl, you’ve come to see your grandparents again," to which she would always reply with a loud and cheerful "Yes."
Suddenly, An Jing felt a tinge of sourness in her nose.
Her grandmother had passed away during her first year of high school, and her grandfather during her third year. Both of them had doted on her, yet she hadn’t been by their side when they passed away. When she rushed back, all she could see were their cold, lifeless bodies.
With these thoughts, An Jing unconsciously tightened her hand that was interlocked with Xiao Changyi’s.
Xiao Changyi, feeling the sudden change in An Jing’s emotions, immediately tightened his grip on her hand, as if to give her strength.
The moment An Jing felt the pressure from her man’s hand, she immediately flashed a big smile at him to reassure him that she was okay.
When they arrived at Xiaolan’s house, they didn’t immediately enter, but stopped at the entrance to the courtyard.
Xiaolan’s courtyard was also made of hedges, although not as tall as theirs; the hedge around Xiaolan’s courtyard was about knee-high, whereas their own stood half a person tall.
Xiaolan’s house actually had several rooms, though not thatched, they were quite dilapidated.
One of them had even collapsed at the roof.
Seeing an old woman in the yard sorting beans, separating the good beans from the bad, An Jing turned and asked Xiao Changyi in a low voice, "Is that Brother An Fu’s mother?"