Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 1625 - 1624: She is the Smart One

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Qiao Xiaomai was sitting in the study of Mai Yuan, flipping through the account ledger. The one she was reviewing belonged to the Royal Shadow Puppet Theater for this month.

Currently, business at the Jiwei Residence was average, but the Royal Shadow Puppet Theater was booming. Not only did it make up for the smaller earnings of Jiwei Residence, but it even added a significant surplus.

This year, there was an abundant harvest of sweet potatoes and soybeans, especially soybeans. A pound of soybeans could produce several pounds of tofu. This effectively multiplied the yield of soybeans several times over. With more products to sell, she implemented a strategy of small profits but quick returns. Higher sales naturally led to increased profits.

A small palm-sized cup, priced at five taels silver per cup—across the two Shadow Puppet Theaters, nearly ten thousand cups could be sold in a single day. Combined, this amounted to fifty thousand taels silver per day.

Fifty thousand taels in a day, one and a half million taels in a month.

During these stable periods when no fresh ideas emerged, a monthly income of one and a half million taels was really quite an achievement. freёweɓnovel.com

Additionally, there were also Sweet Potato Balls and Sweet Potato Cakes, which could sell several thousand pieces daily. Their sales were second only to a delicacy like monkey brains. Now that the autumn harvest was over and the weather was cooling, she was about to launch her Rice Ball Milk Tea.

As its name suggested, Rice Ball Milk Tea was made by mixing sweet potatoes and rice into balls, which were then paired with tea leaves and high-quality milk to make milk tea. This milk tea was also sold by the cup, priced at five taels silver per cup.

With these three items combined, daily sales could reach thirty thousand portions, bringing in a daily revenue of one hundred fifty thousand taels.

This was enough to cover the daily expenses for the canal and the bluestone road projects.

In the winter, the soil in the north freezes and makes construction difficult, so work could only proceed in the south. Yet even so, relying on these snacks alone could sustain operations and keep things running smoothly.

After finishing the account review, Qiao Xiaomai let out a satisfied breath. Back in April and May, these people had all looked down on her one after another. Now, wasn’t everything she introduced selling like hotcakes?

Previously, it had been like a violent storm sweeping away their silver.

Now, it was more like a gentle breeze and light drizzle, quietly collecting their silver.

Judging from the reactions to these two methods, it was clear that the gentle approach worked better. These people happily threw around their five taels here and five taels there, and she was equally delighted to see her earnings grow.

Perfect.

Closing the ledger, she turned her gaze toward Tong Sanlang, who was sketching nearby.

Tong Sanlang was drawing a comic adaptation of "Journey to the West." By now, he had completed half of the book, and in another month, it would be finished. Once the comic version was released, it would bring in another wave of silver.

Looking at Tong Sanlang’s focused profile, she refrained from disturbing him. Instead, she stood up and headed to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, she made a pot of Rice Ball Milk Tea and ordered someone to send some to Yang Wenxiao. At the same time, she had another portion delivered quickly to the Bei Residence. Whatever remained, she served into bowls and carried back to the study.

She hadn’t planted taro. Normal taro would diminish the sweet potato’s fine flavor, which would affect the taste of the milk tea. So instead of using taro, she opted for rice.

She had planted a decent amount of rice. If she only mixed it with sweet potatoes to make milk tea, it would be enough to last through the winter.

As long as she was around, feeding Yang Wenxiao something else would be just as good. The reason she planted rice in the first place was so that he’d have something to eat if she wasn’t there.

Carrying the milk tea into the study, she noticed Tong Sanlang standing by the window stretching his stiff muscles. Sitting for too long had made his shoulders sore.

Seeing this, Qiao Xiaomai placed the milk tea on the table and walked over, saying, "Let me help you."

Tong Sanlang heard her and responded with a simple "Alright," before sitting down in the chair by the window. Qiao Xiaomai stood by his side and began to massage his shoulders.

She was quite strong, and while the sore spots hurt initially, the relief afterward was invigorating. Tong Sanlang let out a satisfied sigh. "Your technique is excellent."