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

Even though Qiao Xiaomai has stored this batch of treasure in her own space, she never had an intention of claiming it for herself.


The other day, her words to evade Ma Dongshu were not mere pretense. These objects were stained with blood, and since they were extracted from the common people, they should naturally go back to the common people.


Her brain was spinning rapidly. After a moment, Qiao Xiaomai suggested, "Since the National Treasury is empty, could we encourage high officials, aristocrats, and wealthy merchants to donate some silver?"


Donations were a very common practice in her past life. She used to donate frequently.


No matter how small, the accumulation could solve problems.


At her words, an incredulous look appeared on Yang Ye's handsome face. "Donate silver?"


Chapter 397: Can I Donate Silver? (Extra Update)