The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

The two of us washed the dishes together tonight.

Jiang Shian wanted to sit and count coins with Ji Yinghuai. Although he knew that the man might not care about these coins at all, after all, they were earned by their joint efforts, which would make him feel a sense of accomplishment.

When Ji Yinghuai heard this, he nodded immediately.

He would love to have more contact with the boy, talk more with him, and get to know each other better. This would also allow the other party to like him faster, right?

The two of them worked together and cleaned up the kitchen quickly.

Jiang Shian moved the wooden box to the table. Ji Yinghuai sat down beside him and took out the change left from buying the horse from his pocket.

Including the more than three taels and five hundred coins he had earned from selling pheasants and rabbits, Jiang Shian also took out some and placed them on the table.

"Okay, let's get started. Let's see how much money we've made during this period of time."

Ji Yinghuai nodded. He had seen many gold, silver and jade articles, but this was the first time he had seen so many copper coins. It was quite novel to count them one by one.

You can't talk while counting coins, as it's easy to forget or make mistakes if you talk.

The only sound in the room was the crisp sound of copper plates hitting each other.

When he finished counting and looked at the strings of copper coins on the table, Jiang Shian's smile grew even brighter.

Excluding the twelve taels paid to Carpenter Yang, Doctor Wang and the rent of the shop, the four taels earned from hunting made a total of twelve taels for the toothbrushes, and there was more than two taels earned from the herbs sold before and after.

I earned back the rent for the shop and the cost, and still had six or seven cars left. Although it wasn’t much, it was a good start.

The wages for the toothbrushes and toothpaste had already been paid, and apart from the goods that merchant Liu wanted, there were still more than two thousand pieces left in the shop.

Jiang Shian was naturally happy to earn so much money in just one month. As he bought more things, the shop would get bigger and bigger. It would definitely not be a problem to earn a hundred taels a month.

He and Ji Yinghuai each took half of the remaining unstrung coins and carried them with them, so they would be convenient if they needed to buy something. The strung coins totaled six hundred yuan, which they would take to town tomorrow to exchange for small change.

As for the large gold ingot, Ji Yinghuai refused to take it back no matter what, so Jiang Shian had to keep it in the bottom of the box at home.

After putting the wooden box away, Jiang Shian talked about setting up a stall to sell fermented bean curd in the town tomorrow. "I make a lot of it. You thought it tasted good before. I saw that the restaurant didn't sell it, so I wanted to try it."

Ji Yinghuai nodded. He had never tasted fermented tofu made from tofu in the capital. Especially when used as a dipping sauce, the taste was unique. I believe many people would like it.

"I think it's feasible. There are many people on the street across from us, and the stall fee is three cents each. If you want to set up a stall, we can go to the town early tomorrow to reserve a spot, and then I will go to the yamen runner to pay the stall fee."

"Yeah!" Jiang Shian smiled and nodded at him, "By the way, can you help me cut some bamboo strips? This is food after all, and if you don't taste it, I guess fewer people will buy it."

"Of course you can." Ji Yinghuai responded without hesitation.

Then the two of them carried the stools to the yard.

The remaining bamboos from last time were all in the woodshed. After Ji Yinghuai chopped them all into tubes with a knife, Jiang Shian carried them to the well to wash them.

After the bamboo was cleaned, Ying Huai came out of the wing room, holding a black short knife that shone with a cold light.

The pattern on the handle looked like a dragon carving, and when it was shaken, one could see his face imprinted on the back of the knife, flashing a sharp, cold light.

It was not any of the ones in the house, and he had never seen the other person use it before.

It appeared suddenly again.

This man has more and more small items on him, and a few of them pop up from time to time. The key is that Ji Yinghuai doesn't seem to be hiding it from him, and he takes them out openly every time.

"what!"

Just as he was looking at his finger, he suddenly felt a sharp pain. Jiang Shian looked down and saw a tiny cut on his index finger.

As soon as he squeezed, blood gushed out. He was just busy looking at the man.

"Are you okay?" Ji Yinghuai heard the cry of pain, frowned and looked at him and asked.

Jiang Shian washed it with water and found that half of the bamboo thorn seemed to be broken in his hand.

This body is really sensitive. Just a prick like that almost made me cry.

So his voice was a little aggrieved and hoarse when he spoke, "It hurts a little, the bamboo thorn is still in my finger."

After he finished speaking, Jiang Shian realized that his tone was wrong. It was just a small wound that would heal slowly, so why did he sound so aggrieved?

He blinked and held back the tears in his eyes. It was all because of the dynasty setting. How could there be an identity like Ge'er? This must have affected him. He was not such a fragile person before.

He was still thinking about this and that. When Ji Yinghuai heard the boy's slightly aggrieved tone, he was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked towards him.

Jiang Shian came to his senses when his fingers were touched by the cold tip of the knife. He looked down and found that his fingers had been pulled over by the man without him noticing. His index finger was pinched by the man, and the tip of the knife was at the place where he had been stabbed just now.

As Ji Yinghuai moved, he felt a slight pain in his index finger again. Then his hand was released, and there was a tiny bamboo thorn on the tip of the cold knife.

If you don't look closely, you can't see it at all.

He was a little embarrassed.

Ji Yinghuai directly took the unwashed bamboo next to him and said, "Your skin is delicate. If you are not careful, the bamboo thorns will pierce you. I can do it. My hands are rough."

"Oh, okay." Jiang Shian responded, but didn't want the man in front of him to think that she was too weak, so she added, "It's because the skin on your fingers is too tender. Otherwise, I can do it too."

After spending so much time together, Ji Yinghuai has come to understand the boy's unyielding and resolute character. Hearing this, he smiled and agreed: "Yes, yes, it has nothing to do with you. It's obviously because Shi An's skin is as white as cream that she couldn't stand it."

"?" Jiang Shian looked at Ji Yinghuai with suspicion. Why did he feel that there was something strange about the man's words?

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The town's morning market is often the busiest time of the day.

It was just daybreak and many snack stalls had already heated up their pans and started making their own snacks.

The advantage of a big carriage is that you can put all your stuff in it and drive it directly to the town.

The round table that I bought in the town before was also moved over. The fermented tofu was put in a jar and a few pieces were taken out and put into the bowl. Next to it were the shaved bamboo strips.

There was a piece of white paper glued to the table, with three words written on it: "fermented tofu."

This morning, another carriage pulled over, and another handsome young man had already attracted a lot of attention. Some of them knew him and knew that he was the owner of the toothbrush shop over there.

Everyone was even more curious. What kind of fermented tofu was this stall selling? Tofu made into juice? They had never heard of it.

The girl who was about his age was setting up a stall next to him. Her clothes were pale from being washed, with several patches on the cuffs and collar. In front of her was a piece of white cloth with many purses and embroidered handkerchiefs placed on it.

Seeing Jiang Shian busying himself and no customers asking questions, the woman asked curiously, "Young man, what are you selling? Are they edible?"

Jiang Shian nodded and explained with a smile: "This is fermented tofu that I pickled myself. It tastes great when paired with porridge or as a dip."

As he said this, he picked up a small piece with a bamboo stick and handed it to the girl. He swallowed the name that was on the tip of his tongue and said vaguely, "Come, sister, have a taste?"