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

"Come, let's go in so I can give you the silver," Shopkeeper He guided Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang towards the Jiwei Residence.


A jin is three hundred wen, a thousand jin is three hundred thousand copper coins, which equates to three hundred taels of silver.


The previous agreement—where Xiaomai mentioned that Jiwei Residence would pay ten wen per jin—had now been annulled. The fifty jin that Yuan Ding had brought back last time were sold at a price of three hundred and ten wen per jin.


Shopkeeper He pulled out three hundred-tael silver bills and handed them to Xiaomai, chuckling. "Miss Qiao, will you be bringing more in a few days?"


"Of course." Xiaomai took the silver bills and nodded.


Was the process of making dried sweet potatoes labor-intensive?


The most strenuous task was to lug water for washing sweet potatoes, something Sanlang was doing. It could be considered rather leisurely.


Three hundred taels in three or four days. Now that's what you call a normal earning rate.


Chapter 672: Zuixian Building also wants Dried Sweet Potatoes