Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 1596 - 1595: A Great Harvest_1

Jina might seem carefree and cheerful on the surface, but she isn’t foolish. She can distinguish who is friendly to her and who isn’t.

At her husband’s family, the Hou Family, hardly anyone looked up to her, except her husband.

Everyone there carried an air of superiority, believing her to be a barbarian from the north. She had grown accustomed to this attitude.

"Barbarian" it is, then. Anyway, she didn’t rely on these people for a living. With a rich dowry and being a princess from the Grassland, the head of the Hou Family couldn’t really control her.

Now, these noblewomen who usually looked down on her were suddenly clustering around her, calling her "Jina" affectionately.

Tsk, tsk. She had thought their "innate superiority" was solid as a rock, yet here they were, bowing their heads to this "barbarian" for a mere bottle of Floral Dew.

Laughable indeed.

Such hypocrisy.

But she wasn’t the one in charge here; she had to ask Qiao Xiaomai’s opinion.

So she went to find Qiao Xiaomai and relayed the women’s requests to her.

As if she would pretend to be buying for herself and deceive Qiao Xiaomai for these hypocrites? fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Only if her brain had been kicked by a donkey.

"What price?" Qiao Xiaomai asked.

"The original price, one thousand taels per jar," Jina replied. "They’re offering me an additional five hundred taels as a commission."

"Not selling," Qiao Xiaomai refused bluntly.

"Then at what price would you sell?" Jina inquired.

"Not selling at any price today. Just let them keep begging you," Qiao Xiaomai said, her lips curling into a mocking smile.

If they had decided to make themselves unattainable, then let the time for unattainability be extended a bit longer.

Jina took this message and immediately went back to deliver it.

Of course, this brought on a chorus of wails from the crowd, along with some who complained that Jina was ineffective. Why tell the truth? She could’ve just said she was the one buying. As long as they kept quiet and Jina didn’t blab, Qiao Xiaomai wouldn’t find out.

The flaws in this logic were too many for Jina to bother pointing out, so she just laughed it off.

Deceive Qiao Xiaomai for these people?

They wish.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, she turned and boarded her carriage to return to the estate.

In her little courtyard, she could indulge in as much Watermelon Crayfish and Floral Dew as she wanted. On such a hot day, it was more comfortable to go back home and enjoy life.

After Jina left, those at the very end of the line truly had no connections left. The only breakthroughs were with Bei Yun and Jina; with Bei Yun having sold out and Jina uncooperative, there truly was no chance of buying any today.

With no purchase and no hope, many people left, and the line shortened considerably.

Even so, this grand and unprecedented sales event continued into the night.

Floral Dew, watermelon, crayfish, wool sweaters, Milk Candy, seaweed, and shells—all seven items sold out, not a single one left.

Once everything was sold, the silver bills had to be carried in sacks, and there were so many sacks that they had to be hauled by horse-drawn carts. By rough estimates, nearly a hundred million taels in silver bills had been taken in just one day.

Floral Dew accounted for a large portion of this. It was a business venture with virtually no cost, all thanks to Qiao Xiaomai’s Spiritual Spring water. For Qiao Xiaomai, production was especially convenient, the quantity was large, the material readily available, and the price high. Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help but reflect, "Actually, the rumors out there aren’t wrong; this Floral Dew is indeed my cornucopia."

"What exactly do you put in it? Tell me," Bei Yun squeezed in beside her to inquire.

This question had puzzled him for a long time. He had drunk so many jars but still couldn’t discern what was added to it.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai gave him a sidelong glance. "You think I would tell you?"

Bei Yun spread his hands, "What if?"

"There are no ’what ifs’," Qiao Xiaomai rolled her eyes and turned to talk to Tong Sanlang.