Hearing Wang Youbao's nearly childish words, An Jing couldn't help but laugh. "Have you not considered our relationship? We are friends. Besides, haven't most families in An Village left their fish for you?"
Wang Youbao was still somewhat angry, "We're from the same village, so why is there such a disparity!"
An Jing said, "My husband and I were from Jiuping Village, and Xiao Lan was also from Jiuping Village. Do you see a big difference between the people of Jiuping Village and us?"
Wang Youbao immediately nodded, "Yes!" Then, he had a sudden realization, laughed, and sighed, "Money really is a good way to test someone."
An Jing knew that Wang Youbao was no longer angry, so she said nothing more to comfort him.
...
In the blink of an eye, it was November.
On this day, November 3rd, An Jing and Xiao Changyi were in the yard washing sweet potatoes, planning to start making vermicelli.
