Seeing An Jing smiling happily, saying she didn't feel hot at all, Xiao Changyi's mood naturally improved as well.
Then, he lay down and faced An Jing.
An Jing smiled and watched him for a while before her gaze shifted to the chunks of ice in the wooden bucket, "Husband, all this ice must have been expensive, right?"
"Meng Zhuqing said it cost three hundred taels."
An Jing sighed, "That expensive...?" She had thought that a few dozen taels would suffice; evidently, she had underestimated the value of ice here.
But it was no wonder ice was so valuable here; after all, they had no electricity or refrigerators.
Here, ice was cut and stored in ice cellars during the winter to be used in the summer.
Immediately, An Jing's face turned troubled: "Just this once cost three hundred taels, and who knows when this hot weather will end. If we use ice every day like this, it's really too wasteful of money."
