Having placed the money pouch back onto her clothing, An Jing embraced Xiao Changyi and buried her face in the nape of his neck, asking, "Husband, how much does it cost to buy an ox?"
Xiao Changyi tightened his hold on An Jing once more before answering, "Four to five taels."
Four to five taels...
An Jing fell silent. The money they had was far from enough; she needed to think of a way to earn more.
Seeing that An Jing was silent, Xiao Changyi also remained quiet, leaving her to ponder her thoughts.
Of course, he knew what those thoughts were.
And he knew her determination.
So, he let her ponder.
The next day, Xiao Changyi and An Jing continued plowing the field. They had already plowed half an acre the day before, and with another day's work, they would finish plowing the whole acre. An Jing followed behind, steadying the plow, truly wishing time could move faster to spare her some agony.
Watching her man toil like a beast in the fields, she felt really distressed.
