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

Nevertheless, there were some who couldn't wait, such as Zhu Cuiying.


Her son, Qiao Dazhu, was about to get married in a few days, so it was the perfect time to send wedding invitations.


The moment Tong Sanlang finished speaking, she immediately set off.


The phrase 'sending invitations' was a bit misleading though, as rural villagers wouldn't actually buy invitations. Instead, they would simply notify their guests verbally and expect them to arrive on the appointed day.


Anping village was a dozen miles away from the manor, but Zhu Cuiying was not deterred by the distance and walked there.


When she arrived, she looked at the surrounding fertile farmland and the fruit trees planted on the slope, and then appraised the busy construction team which was hard at work building the houses. A look of envy filled her face.


Chapter 787 - Not Taking a Single Thing from the People