Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 1606 - 1605: It’s Still a Matter of Money

Very soon, everyone knew that Bei Yun was currently the only person who could buy Floral Dew from Qiao Xiaomai, and so Bei Yun’s business immediately boomed.

The line in front of his stall stretched all the way to the end of the street.

Bei Yun’s strategy was to sell only ten jars per day—no more.

This was the quantity set by Qiao Xiaomai, who was now savoring the sweet results of scarcity marketing. She strictly limited Bei Yun to selling just ten jars each day.

If everyone who wanted to buy could easily get their hands on one, then the Floral Dew wouldn’t be a prized commodity anymore.

She had to keep these people wanting more, to build the perception that Floral Dew was a rare item that must be seized when available—after all, rarity dictates value.

Ten jars a day, two thousand taels per jar, made twenty thousand taels daily.

This was a business with zero cost; those twenty thousand taels were pure profit.

Qiao Xiaomai was delighted, and Yang Wenxiao was equally pleased. The money Bei Yun earned ultimately ended up in Qiao Xiaomai’s hands, but the money Qiao Xiaomai made eventually landed in his hands!

No, to be precise, it landed in the hands of the citizens of Daqi. freёnovelkiss.com

Yang Ye returned briefly to enjoy some Watermelon Crayfish and participate in the Sixth of June promotional event. By the Eighth of June, he had already gone back to the frontline construction site.

The canal had recruited many workers, and progress was being made rapidly each day, with silver being spent like flowing water. Since the war hadn’t yet started, Qiao Xiaomai was doing whatever she could to earn some money.

Speaking of the war, Yang Wenxiao summoned Qiao Xiaomai and solemnly warned her not to provoke Tong Sanlang anymore.

"As it stands now, across all of Daqi, I can’t find a more suitable commander than him. You must not ruffle his feathers. Let him take good care of his health. Do you understand?"

Qiao Xiaomai hesitated, "...You still plan to send him to the battlefield?"

"Of course. He’s skilled in martial arts, highly capable, and entirely loyal," Yang Wenxiao replied.

Back when Tong Sanlang lived in the Palace, Yang Wenxiao taught him many military strategies. From that time, he had already decided to make Tong Sanlang a general—a notion that hadn’t changed since.

Yang Wenxiao’s determination to send Tong Sanlang to war made Qiao Xiaomai uneasy.

A few days ago, Tong Sanlang had fallen ill due to something she had said, but, after some care, he had recovered. However, the wound on his chest hadn’t healed; it still hurt.

On the surface, he might look like an ordinary man now, but a commanding general couldn’t just be ordinary!

To treat his body properly, Divine Liquid was essential.

Divine Liquid could only be obtained by doing good deeds.

Great deeds that benefit the nation and its people—currently, only the bluestone road and the canal could meet that requirement.

These two projects were both incredibly costly, and now that they were proceeding simultaneously, the daily expenses were astronomical. If even more workers were recruited...

Efficiency would improve, but the cost would undoubtedly increase.

Money—it all came down to money.

Having enjoyed only a few days of leisure, Qiao Xiaomai found herself anxious once again. She needed to make money!

How to make money? What could she use to make money?

This was a pressing question.

The Watermelon Crayfish stock had been sold out. Corn was great, but the yield was too low, and Yang Wenxiao had ordered that their family keep only enough to eat and use the rest as seeds for replanting.

The business at Jueweiju was mediocre.

What could she do?

Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help but scratch her head. She went to consult Yang Wenxiao about the Theater.

The preparations for this were underway. The venue wasn’t an issue—Yang Wenxiao owned a theater, so they could use it directly. For now, they needed to create the necessary shadow puppets and rehearse the performances. That was the current focus of their work.

As for the Daqi Monthly, it had already been printed. Its front-page headline covered the promotional event on the Sixth of June, while the remaining pages serialized Journey to the West. As for the sales figures—they would have to wait and see.