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

Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang's family didn't sit with the coachmen and servants. Tong Sanlang got to work, chopping some thick branches from the trees and tying them together with hemp rope, then he used his light-footed skills to return and fetched several blankets to throw on top, creating three very basic tents.


He also brought back three wooden planks and several bags of wheat straw, which is used for feeding cattle and sheep, now spread over the wood to serve as mattresses.


In the three tents, Qiao Changshun, Zhuang Lühe, and Qiao Dami each lay in one; Qiao Zhaodi and Qiao Yindi shared another; and Tong Sanlang and Qiao Xiaomai were in the last one.


As for Qiao Qinghe, he had already become a vegetative person, so it was better for him to continue lying inside the house.


Lying on the straw, Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang huddled together, exchanging information in hushed tones.


Chapter 902 Still for the Treasure_1