Chang’an Peasant Girl

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The hair on the top of the head is in a bun, and the hair on the bottom is draped. As soon as Xiao Changyi combed it for her, An Jing stood up and hugged Xiao Changyi, raised his face, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Xianggong."

Xiao Changyi was a little bit unhappy about An Jing saying thank you to him before, and felt that An Jing was too alien to him, but since An Jing said that she said thank you to him to express that she knew that he was good to her, he did not reject it, even now Every time I heard Jing Jing say thank you to him with a smile, he felt sweet in his heart.

The two have a clear division of labor in the morning. Xiao Changyi usually works in the field, while An Jing does laundry and cooking.

As soon as Xiao Changyi finished washing, he took a hoe and started a vegetable field in the yard.

The sky is only slightly bright now, and she glanced at her man with a quiet smile, before holding a basin of clothes, planning to go to the river to wash.

However, she was only halfway there when she saw Aunt Liuhua's son carrying a load of tofu out of Jiuping Village. It was obvious that he chose to sell it in the town.

Tofu?

Quiet's eyes lit up in an instant, and she walked back holding a basin of clothes. As soon as she entered the yard, she put down the wooden basin, then rushed to Xiao Changyi, and jumped happily while holding Xiao Changyi.

"Xianggong, I've thought of a way to make money!" Quiet was a happy one.

Xiao Changyi originally wondered how An Jing had washed his clothes so quickly, but as soon as he heard An Jing's words, he understood that An Jing hadn't washed his clothes at all. He just thought of a way to make money. , to make him happy too.

As for Jing Jing's heart, Xiao Changyi's thin mouth curled up: "Go into the room and say."

He never disappoints her.

"Yeah." As soon as he entered the room, An Jing quickly said to Xiao Changyi: "I saw my grandfather make moldy tofu before, we can make moldy tofu and sell it."

"Mold tofu?"

"It's just fresh tofu cut into small pieces, moldy and hairy, boiled with white wine, and then mixed with seasonings. If you want to preserve it, you can use a tile jar."

"Can you eat long-haired tofu?" Xiao Changyi couldn't imagine it. Isn't that broken?

"Yes, and the nutritional value is quite high. It not only contains amino acids, minerals, etc. that the human body needs, but also has the functions of appetizing, removing fire, and seasoning."

Xiao Changyi automatically ignored the amino acids and minerals that he did not understand, and could also infer that this moldy tofu was a good meal.

"Also," said Quietly and excitedly, "Even if we can't sell the moldy tofu, we can still eat it at home. The longer it sits, the more fragrant it becomes. It is more nutritious than pickles, and we can't lose at all."

"How many pounds of tofu do you want to buy? I'll go buy it."

Her husband was so happy, he deeply felt that his idea was unconditionally supported by her husband, Jing was even happier, and his eyebrows curled: "Buy twenty pounds first and try it." If it can't be sold, twenty pounds Just keep it at home and eat slowly.

"That's it, I'll go to town to buy it now."

"Don't be in such a hurry, I'm not doing laundry anymore, I'll cook first, and you'll go after you eat." She didn't want her husband to go to town hungry.

"Um."

Tofu is three cents a pound, and twenty pounds is sixty cents. After breakfast, An Jing gave Xiao Changyi a hundred cents.

Xiao Changyi only received sixty texts.

But Jing still gave it all to Xiao Changyi and said, "You should also put some money on you."

Since he got married in the church, he has given all the money to her, and he has not kept a penny for himself.

Although she was moved, she didn't want her man to have no money, so she gave him an extra 40 cents today.