Qiao Qiqi

Mum ran away, dad's crippled, and I'm about to be sold to a brothel.
Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you've taken from me, regurgitate it.
If you've seized what's mine, return it.
All scumbags, clear off.
A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: "My lady, if you're this fiery and domineering at night, your husband..."
Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: "My dear, come warm the bed~"

Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

"Miss Qiao, your statement is somewhat biased. It was only the last few emperors of the previous dynasty who were incompetent. The initial rulers were not too bad. The treasures they accumulated did not come with bloodshed." Ma Dongshu said.


"But I cannot discern which ones are tainted with blood and which ones are not." Qiao Xiaomai looked at him with clear eyes.


Qiao Changshun nodded repeatedly on the side, "Xiaomai is right. I remember my father saying that in the previous dynasty, the tax was too heavy. Ordinary families simply couldn't afford to pay. The tax paid in silver indeed was stained with blood."


"It's inauspicious, we shouldn't touch it."


He spoke and nodded heavily again, lifted his wine bowl towards Ma Dongshu, "Brother Ma, let's change the subject. This is a good day, let's talk about something auspicious."


Chapter 344: Take This Fabric to Make Clothes