Chapter 54: Chapter 54 He Just Wants to Be Good to Her for No Reason_1 Chapter 54: Chapter 54 He Just Wants to Be Good to Her for No Reason_1 “This is truly valuing money over life…” Some villagers said sarcastically, and upon listening closely, it really did sound bitter. How come none of his many sons had struck it rich?
Mrs. Chen hadn’t gone far when she heard the villagers discussing her like that, her face flushed with embarrassment and she quickened her pace home. Of course, she still hadn’t given up on the idea of asking Xiao Changyi for money.
After all, it was money, money!
As for the villagers’ gossip, she took it as nothing more than jealousy over her impending windfall.
As long as she could get money from Xiao Changyi, it wouldn’t be him striking it rich, but her!
Xiao Changyi returned at noon.
During his trip to the town, not only did he bring back wedding attire and overcoats from Wanbu Pavilion, but he also bought other items needed for the marriage, like red candles and firecrackers.
An Jing sat on the bed, her fingers gliding over the smooth, soft wedding attire, which she knew would feel exceedingly comfortable once worn.
“Here,” Xiao Changyi said, placing the items he had purchased and then pulling out a small paper package from his chest to hand to An Jing.
An Jing hadn’t expected there to be anything for her, so after a brief pause, she set down the wedding attire she was holding, took the paper package, and opened it. Seeing it was candied fruit, she beamed with delight.
Her man had thought of her even while out and had brought back something sweet to eat~
Facing her man’s gaze, she picked up a piece of candied fruit and put it in her mouth, then she stopped smiling.
Seeing An Jing’s smile fade, Xiao Changyi immediately asked with unease, “Isn’t it sweet?”
An Jing quickly grinned, “Sweet~” and felt even sweeter inside~
Only then did Xiao Changyi allow a barely noticeable smile to play at the corners of his mouth. There was no particular reason—he simply wanted to be good to her.
“You should have some too.” She picked up a piece of the candied fruit and brought it to his mouth.
He obligingly opened his mouth.
“Is it sweet?” she asked with a smile.
“Hungry? I’ll go cook lunch,” he said, and turned toward the kitchen.
But she grabbed his arm, looking at him and saying, “Your mother came by, she wants to see you.”
“Don’t bother with her,” he said calmly, gently stroking her head, and then he headed to the kitchen.
An Jing truly decided not to concern herself with Mrs. Chen anymore. She glanced at the wedding attire set aside and then at the candied fruit in her hand, smiling again with eyes curving joyfully, sweet with elation in her heart.
After lunch, Xiao Changyi said he wanted to check the fields, and with An Jing feeling bored alone at home, she decided to accompany Xiao Changyi to the fields, to which he had no objections and carried her along.
Xiao Changyi owned an acre of land, which he had bought before his military service with money saved from frugality.
Back then, five-year-old Xiao Changyi was abandoned by Mrs. Chen, who would never have allotted land to him. Before he turned ten, Xiao Changyi survived mostly on the charity of Old Hunter Liu.
Later, Old Hunter Liu took Xiao Changyi hunting with him. Despite his young age, Xiao Changyi was a quick learner and soon mastered all the skills of hunting from the old hunter.
The money earned from hunting was split between the two, with Old Hunter Liu taking seventy percent and Xiao Changyi thirty. From that time on, Xiao Changyi actually never relied on Old Hunter Liu’s charity for his living.
Gradually, Xiao Changyi was able to save some money.
Finally, having saved up eight taels, he bought an acre of average-quality paddy field.
But it wasn’t long after buying the paddy field that Mrs. Chen sent Xiao Changyi to the military service, so, in fact, this was Xiao Changyi’s first time actually farming the land.
The rice seedlings had been planted for about twenty days already. Looking at the acre of paddy in front of her, An Jing asked Xiao Changyi, “How much yield can we expect from this acre of paddy?”