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

Upon hearing Tong Sanlang's explanation, Qiao Xiaomai's enthusiasm was completely extinguished.


She said with some trepidation, "You're right… we're not short on silver anyway, let's not fuss over this anymore."


"No, according to what you've said, the bicycle is very useful, we can try making an improved version first," Tong Sanlang suggested thoughtfully.


"What kind of improved version?" Qiao Xiaomai asked.


The image of a toddler's tricycle immediately came to mind for Qiao Xiaomai.


"We'll say it's for Dami, and to be honest, it looks like a mini carriage; we could say the inspiration came from carriages," Tong Sanlang said, recalling the image of the tricycle Qiao Xiaomai had described to him, and he couldn't help but feel eager to start.


He knew many assorted tasks and understood some carpentry; hmm...


Tong Sanlang's face displayed four large characters: Bursting to try.


Chapter 804: Toddler Tricycle_1