Peaceful Farm Life-Chapter 145: You Have a High Level of Ideological Awareness_1

Xiao Changyi remained silent.

It was An Jing who realized Wang Youbao’s thoughts and couldn’t help but chuckle, "My husband is not mute; he just doesn’t like to talk." Then, turning to him, she asked with a smile, "Husband, that’s right, isn’t it?"

Xiao Changyi immediately responded softly with a single word, "Mmm."

Wang Youbao: "..." This man really is special... no, this couple is really special; both of them are different from others, especially different.

Once they left the Hundred Dishes Restaurant, An Jing deliberately asked Xiao Changyi, "Husband, did you feel uncomfortable seeing me cooking and serving them food just now?"

Xiao Changyi slightly shook his head.

"Oh, why don’t you feel uncomfortable today?" An Jing feigned surprise as she asked.

Xiao Changyi knew she was pretending—the smile in her eyes and at the corners of her mouth revealed that she was actually very aware—but he still said softly, "Because I know you are doing it to earn money to support me."

"Exactly, exactly~" An Jing immediately smiled even more brightly, and the hand that was intertwined with his tightened a bit, "Seeing as you’re so enlightened, let’s buy a pound of meat after we get the jars, and tonight I’ll make fermented tofu pork for you. I guarantee it’s delicious~"

"Mmm." Xiao Changyi nodded, the corners of his mouth curling up almost imperceptibly. Not for the meat, but for the thought behind it.

Previously, they bought eight small jars, and today Wang Youbao took four, so there were only four small jars left at home. Tomorrow, another hundred pounds of tofu at home should be well fermented. This time, An Jing decided to buy six small jars to make up a total of ten together with the four at home.

The six small jars, priced at five coins each, cost them thirty coins.

Then, following An Jing’s plan, they went to the pork stall and bought a pound of pork for twelve coins.

When they returned to their thatched cottage from the town, An Jing didn’t rush to clean the jars but pulled Xiao Changyi into the inner room to count exactly how much money they had.

The first batch of twenty pounds of fermented tofu netted them one hundred and five coins.

The second batch was sixty pounds of fermented tofu, but they only sold fifty-two pounds. After deducting the cost, they made a net profit of two hundred and sixty-five coins.

The third batch, which was this batch, was a hundred pounds of fermented tofu, and they had already sold eighty pounds...

After subtracting the expenses for buying vegetable seeds, white spirits, chili powder, salt, jars, pork, the deposit already paid to Shi Xiaolan, as well as the cost of the other hundred pounds of tofu that was fermenting...

And including the five hundred and ten coins they already had...

An Jing and Xiao Changyi each counted a portion, and when they finished, they combined their counts and found out that they had a total of one thousand two hundred and thirty-three coins in hand.

An Jing held the copper coins in both hands and smiled at Xiao Changyi, "Husband, our savings have finally exceeded one tael!"

"Mmm."

"Once we sell the twenty pounds of fermented tofu we have tomorrow, our money will be one thousand four hundred and thirty-three coins!"

"Mmm."

"When we come back tomorrow afternoon, the hundred pounds of tofu should also be well fermented. If we sell that batch too, then our money will be two thousand four hundred and thirty-three wen! More than two taels~"

"Mmm."

"I am so good at making money, how will you reward me?"

Xiao Changyi leaned in and kissed her, "Is that enough?"

"Not enough."

Xiao Changyi immediately kissed her again, no, he kissed her deeply, not releasing her lips until An Jing was almost out of breath. Only then did he move away from her.

After separating, his breath was unsteady, but he still remembered to ask, "Is it enough now?"

An Jing, still catching her breath deeply, arched an eyebrow and threw back the question, "If I say it’s not enough, will you continue?"