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

Daqi had many wealthy people, and this novel tricycle was enough to line the Royal Family's coffers.


"How much did Qiao Xiaomai set the price?" Yang Wenxiao asked again.


"Twenty taels. However, the old servant guesses that she is selling through Jiwei House again this time, and whatever price Jiwei House sets, that's hard to predict," Gao Lian hurriedly said.


"This tricycle, eight hundred and eighty-eight taels apiece," Yang Wenxiao decided with a smack of his hand.


Choosing an auspicious number for good fortune, to prosper and prosper.


In the Capital City, those Aristocratic Families, with centuries of accumulated wealth, had so much that the strings used to bundle copper coins were rotting away. Rather than let it rot, it might as well fill the Royal purse.


Gao Lian silently calculated the ultimate profit and said, "Ten thousand units might not be enough, right?"


Chapter 843: Silver Goes into the Purse_1