An Jing chuckled, "Previously, all the tofu I used for fermented tofu was bought from you. You should be able to calculate how much money my family has made. Honestly, we still have seven taels, so we're not short of money at the moment."
As for the six thousand taels, An Jing didn't mention it. She understood the wisdom of not flaunting one's wealth.
Seven taels could support a farmer's family for several years, as long as there weren't any illnesses or disasters. And since An Jing had already put it that way, Shi Xiaolan didn't say anything further.
However, she could get a sense of the underlying sentiment and joked, "All that you've said, isn't it just because you can't bear the thought of Brother Xiao working hard for others?" Indeed, laboring for others was truly exhausting, and if one did less work than others, the owner could dock their pay.
An Jing didn't feel embarrassed but rather earnestly touched her face and counter-asked, "Was it really that obvious?"
