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

Tong Sanlang stood to one side, understanding Qiao Xiaomai's intent.


Here, almost every man in the countryside could do basic carpentry, and once the tricycle was introduced, it would be a hit. Those who bought it would quickly master the simple technology.


Once the technique was mastered and they knew how to make it, they definitely wouldn't buy it anymore.


So, Qiao Xiaomai meant to do like with the mooncakes, stock up on a bunch beforehand and then sell them all at once.


In doing so, they would need a large labor force to produce the big batch of tricycles. The guard force was full of young, strong lads, close by and with time on their hands, making them perfect for the job.


"Let's first create the prototype," Tong Sanlang said.


He recounted the so-called "anecdotes" that Shopkeeper He had concocted, which made Qiao Xiaomai's head spin, as she also felt a trace of fear.


It would be embarrassing if Yang Wenxiao had heard these lines of poetry.


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