Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 1583 - 1582 - Picking Watermelons_1

Nobody had expected such a situation to emerge, so there was an abundant planting of watermelons this year. Yang Hao owned four Imperial Manors, two of which grew watermelons while the other two farmed crayfish.

The two Imperial Manors dedicated to watermelons covered an area of two thousand acres when combined, and all of these acres were planted with watermelon.

Each acre produced two thousand jin of watermelons, amounting to a total of four million jin from two thousand acres.

Out of the four million jin of watermelons, two thousand jin belonged to the Xie Family. The head of the Xie Family had hastened to collect the watermelons with their silver right after their feast concluded. In these days, she, the Palace, the Bei Residence, and the manor had also consumed some, accounting for about a hundred thousand jin altogether. The remaining stock was still over three million jin, ensuring ample supply.

There was plenty of stock, and since this affluent traveling group had brought enough gold, Qiao Xiaomai, with a grand gesture, allowed them to enter the melon field to pick as they pleased, choosing any that caught their eye.

With permission from Qiao Xiaomai, the group faced a field of rotund, glistening green watermelons; the more they looked, the happier they became, each grabbing sacks and baskets to rush in.

Qiao Xiaomai sliced open a few watermelons, offering a refreshing treat for those picking in the fields.

A watermelon weighed at least ten jin, priced at fifty taels per jin, so each cost no less than five hundred taels. By letting the group eat as they liked, she was essentially giving away a few thousand taels in profit. freёnovelkiss.com

The Grassland people were generous by nature, and Qiao Xiaomai was not stingy; neither were they when it came to paying—they waved off the change nonchalantly.

The group showed their generosity, and Qiao Xiaomai was unwilling to take advantage. She gave away a few more watermelons.

Now, not having to worry about debts or constructing canals and roads, she felt no pressure and acted more magnanimously.

And when it came to business, well, she favored dealing with such people.

The Aristocratic Families didn’t want to buy, right?

No problem, if need be, she’d sell to the Grassland people.

If there were any unsold watermelons, she’d keep them for herself. Just a few million jin to consume. With so many people eating, they would surely finish them before next year’s watermelon harvest.

Qiao Xiaomai’s open-handedness drew warm praise from the Grassland people. They said she was not only skilled at cooking but also at growing delicious watermelons and coming up with fun ideas. She was like a capable fairy descended to earth!

Flattered by their compliments, Qiao Xiaomai felt delighted inside. Recently affected by slanderous gossip, she was now surrounded by a candid and enthusiastic group of tycoons who spoke sweetly as if their words were dipped in honey, seeing only her virtues as though they were half-blind to anything else.

The feeling was indeed wonderful.

Basking in delight, Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help but give away dozens more watermelons, packing the carts full to the brim.

As evening approached, it was time to head back to Capital City.

The group had purchased a total of two hundred thousand jin of watermelons, filling two hundred carts. Together with their own carriages and the soldiers protecting Qiao Xiaomai, they formed an extremely long caravan that attracted countless gazes.

Especially those two hundred carts of watermelons, with their patterns and shiny green roundness, tied on the carts with hemp ropes, looked particularly enticing.

Those who had tasted them last year saw them and, recalling their flavor, couldn’t help but salivate unconsciously.

Out of sight, out of mind, but once in view, the foggy memories became vivid, and their taste was elevated a notch thanks to the beautifying function of memory.

Oh, how they yearned to eat them!

They really longed to savor them!

These Barbarians from the northern Grasslands purchased so many—such wealth!

Buying so much, how did they plan to consume it all? Surely they wouldn’t treat them as their staple food?

Oh, how envious others were!