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

He cleared his throat and said, "Let's discuss the details."


The seashell crafts were indeed promising, but the details were numerous. Each shell was different, so the resulting products could not possibly be identical. Furthermore, some conch shapes were quite unique and could be decorated based on their forms.


It required the artisan to have a certain aesthetic sense, which ordinary craftsmen lacked.


"In my opinion, we should first categorize the shells. Ordinary ones at one price, special ones at another. Then transport them all to the Capital City for production. How does that sound?" Qiao Xiaomai said.


The mountains were high and the roads long; if they actually turned them into crafts, that would make transportation even more difficult.


Speaking of transport, Yang Ye couldn't help but slap his forehead, "I'll write to my father right away, asking him to repair the road from Yuhu to the Capital City first."


Chapter 1132: Collecting Shells_1