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

This year, we planted fifty acres of soybeans. The yield of soybeans was average, with only three to four hundred pounds per acre, the total from fifty acres didn't even reach 20,000 pounds.


We can't possibly finish eating it all at home, so we must sell some.


But before selling it, we have to gift some to Yang Ye. We can't skimp on it; otherwise, Yang Ye will definitely make a fuss.


We also need to send some to the Emperor Emeritus, for she loves drinking soy milk.


Having sent some to the big shots in the capital and kept enough for ourselves, the rest can be sold for money.


Initially, I was under the impression that we'd reap plenty from our 150 acres, but other than sweet potatoes, the yield of everything else has been too low!


What can you do with 3,000 pounds of sesame and 20,000 pounds of soybeans?


Arbitrarily hand out a bit here, eat a bit there, and they'll be gone in no time.


Chapter 714: The Sale of Soybeans