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

Yang Wenxiao was thoroughly impressed with Qiao Xiaomai's ability to make money.


It was a deep admiration that bordered on reverence.


A simple toy made of wood had raked in a million taels of silver for Jiwei Residence.


This was after Yu Ang initially misjudged people's purchasing power. If there were 5,000 more carts, they could have raked in two million taels silver.


Two million taels silver, that's roughly the annual fiscal revenue of a prefecture.


Had Qiao Xiaomai displayed such a capacity for amassing wealth before her marriage to Tong Sanlang, he would definitely have interfered by issuing a royal decree for her marriage: giving Qiao Xiaomai to Yang Ye.


At that time, he thought Qiao Xiaomai's only talent beyond the ordinary was in her culinary gifts, little did he know she could cause a stir in other areas as well.


Little carts, heated kang beds, both fun and practical.


Chapter 887: Should Have Bestowed Qiao Xiaomai to Yang Ye Earlier_1