The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 1606 She Was Busy

The June [-] promotion has attracted more attention after the report of Daqi Monthly. The watermelon crayfish, which became a legend last year, has been tasted by many people this year. Let’s not talk about the rumors of the cornucopia, just talk about this thing The taste is worthy of the reputation that detonated last year.

No one can deny that the taste lives up to its reputation.

As for the flower dew, the rich people in the capital have all proved how effective it is, and now it has spread from the capital to other places after the June [-]th promotion. People in other places have the same reaction as the people in the capital after tasting it. What the hell is Xianlu, right?

No health products and cosmetics can be suitable for everyone, but this dew does it!

Such a magical thing, you should buy more and store it at home!

As a result, many people tried their best to ask someone to find Qiao Maimai to buy. Qiaomai lived in the farm, and she was aware of the urging of the outside world.

She now sells ten altars of flower dew at a high price through Bei Yun every day. In terms of quality, this hunger marketing method is very effective. She thinks that during the Chinese New Year, she can hold a big promotion again.

At that time, the crops and livestock produced in the farm will be sold, and the Yang family and her family alone will not be able to eat up to [-] mu. It is possible to hold a big promotion that will trigger the linkage of the whole Daqi.

She has tasted the sweetness of excellent quality, and now she can focus on watering the spiritual spring water.

So what if those people despised her?
So what if those people created rumors to mess with her?
Under the powerful effect of Lingquan water, you have to obediently run over and queue up to buy.

Good quality is the last word!

Time slipped away day by day, and soon it was the end of summer. At this time, the shadow puppet shows of the three novels were held in all parts of Daqi, and the tickets were cheaper in other places. In some places, one ticket was even a penny. You can go and see.

The so-called small profits but quick turnover, the cheaper the tickets, the more people will go to see them. The royal shadow puppet theaters in various prefectures continue to perform in the morning until the curfew in the evening. If there are more people, it will naturally drive the sales of snacks, tea and fruits in the theaters. Peripheral sales.

The surrounding areas are all at the same price, because this is not a necessity, and what Yang Wenxiao earns is the money of the rich.

And because it was produced by the royal family, no one dared to pirate it, and there was no pirated version. This is simply wonderful. The Yang family has completely monopolized the profits of these three books.

The money was transported to the capital bit by bit, and then transported to the front line of road and canal construction. If the money is in place, then everything is easy to say. The progress of the blue brick road and the canal is very gratifying.

Qiao Xiaomai would try to take out the drop of divine liquid in the space every day. Although the divine liquid didn't move at all every time, she still had to try it once a day.

What if it can be taken out?
Tong Sanlang has been recuperating for more than half a year due to his physical disability. To be honest, she doesn't want to bother him anymore. She really doesn't want to. She is very busy every day, riding a horse around the farm every day, and even Cooking for Yang Wenxiao and Tong Saburo, as well as making flower dew, and caring about the dynamics of the capital.

She hasn't been back to the capital since she came to Tianzhuang, and she really wants to visit the grand event of the Royal Shadow Puppet Theater in the capital.

On this day, Bei Lingsu and Bei Yun came to get flower dew. When Bei Yun heard about her idea, he immediately said, "I went to see it and drew a picture. Do you want to see it?"

Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai tilted his eyes at him, "Isn't it going to cost a few thousand taels of silver for a look?"

Bei Yun blinked, "I sold this painting to someone else for 2000 taels a pair! It's much more than what I can earn from seeing a doctor. If it wasn't for my poor painting skills and my slow speed, I'd like to change my career as a painter."

(End of this chapter)