Their home really had very few pieces of furniture; when the two of them got married, they only made a bed and didn't even prepare a set of cabinets.
Thanks to selling fermented tofu, paddy rice fish, and vegetables, they already had savings of nearly twenty-one taels. Now, with no urgent need for money elsewhere, they could afford to get some more furniture.
Of course, that was An Jing's consideration.
But when Xiao Changyi heard An Jing's words, he didn't even think about it and readily agreed, saying, "Hmm."
"So, what kind of furniture do you think we should make?"
"You decide." He was indifferent.
She wasn't annoyed at that. Instead, she smiled and said, "Then let's make two rosewood chairs, a top cabinet, a dish cabinet, and a writing desk. For the writing desk, we can buy some brushes, ink, paper, and an inkstone later, so we can write when we want to and not have to use charcoal anymore."
"Hmm."
"How much do you think that will around cost?"
