Peaceful Farm Life-Chapter 133: Do not harbour ill intentions towards others, but always be on your guard

An Fu was even more honest and scratched his head apologetically, "No one has ever made advance orders for tofu with us before, we really don’t understand."

An Jing then said, "Well, you guys need to pay attention from now on. If someone orders tofu from you, no matter the quantity, you must take a deposit from them. It’s not that you should harbor ill will towards others, but you can’t be without defense either. Some people really are capable of backing out last minute and not taking your tofu. Then you will actually be at a loss, and by that time, you wouldn’t even know who to cry to."

"Hmm! We will pay attention to that in the future!" Shi Xiaolan and An Fu immediately nodded vigorously, taking the lesson to heart.

An Jing couldn’t help but smile wryly. What was this feeling where she was the teacher and they were the students?

She had only spoken out because she saw that they were too naive.

Xiao Changyi said nothing, but took out the three hundred coins that he had counted earlier with An Jing and handed them to her.

Once An Jing received the money, she handed it to Shi Xiaolan, "Xiao Lan, I’m buying one hundred catties of tofu from you. According to the market price of three coins per catty, that’s three hundred coins. Here, this is the three hundred coins. Count it and see if the amount is correct."

Shi Xiaolan took the money with both hands, her emotions so stirred that her hands trembled slightly, "No need to count, no need to count, An Jing, you wouldn’t cheat me, it must be the right amount."

"Still, you should count it." An Jing insisted. When it came to money, it was better to be clear.

Shi Xiaolan did not immediately answer An Jing, instead she turned to look at An Fu, who was also somewhat excited. Ever since he had spent all the family’s silver coin because of his lame leg, he hadn’t seen so much money, and their lives had been getting worse day by day.

"Xiao Lan, we should still count it." An Fu, though honest, could see An Jing’s insistence, and understood that An Jing really wanted them to count it in front of her.

It was only then that Shi Xiaolan said, "Alright, let’s count."

Shi Xiaolan and An Fu then began to count the money in their hands, exactly three hundred coins, not one more, not one less.

"An Jing, we’ve counted, it’s the right amount," Shi Xiaolan said with a smile. An Fu put all three hundred coins in his coin pouch.

"Alright then." An Jing took out another one hundred and fifty coins from her bosom, "I will need another hundred catties of tofu. Here’s a deposit of one hundred and fifty coins. Once your tofu is ready and delivered, I will give you another one hundred and fifty coins."

Shi Xiaolan’s eyes turned red in a flash, she said with a choked voice, "An Jing, I...I really don’t know how to thank you. You truly are my family’s great benefactor, our great benefactor..."

An Fu was overwhelmed with gratitude as well.

"Come on now, don’t be like this. You were so good to me before, what I’m doing is nothing," An Jing comforted her while pushing the coins into Shi Xiaolan’s hands, "You should count this too."

Unlike earlier when she said there was no need to count, this time Shi Xiaolan obediently counted the coins, her voice still choked up, "It’s the right amount, exactly one hundred and fifty coins." She then handed the money to An Fu to keep.

An Jing smiled and then asked, "Do you have any straw at home? If you do, we’d like to trade some chopped firewood for some. Is that okay?"

Her family’s woodshed didn’t have much straw to begin with; it was enough for making moldy tofu today, but wouldn’t be sufficient for future use. She would need to trade for some straw with others.

If she couldn’t trade for it, she would have to spend money to buy it.

No one here would spend money on straw. If she spent money, she would definitely be able to buy some.

But she didn’t want to spend money. Besides, both she and her husband could go up the mountain to chop firewood, so she wondered if she could trade for some with Xiaolan’s family. After all, the straw would just be burnt as firewood in Xiaolan’s hands anyway.