Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

After much consideration, Qiao Xiaomai resigned herself with a sigh. She couldn’t change the papermaking technique, nor could she produce soft toilet paper.

There was no cotton here, she couldn’t stuff cotton into her menstrual pads.

Then she was left with only one option: to make money, to stuff silk into her menstrual pads.

Moreover, these menstrual pads were all disposable.

Thinking about the price of silk, Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help but rollover in her bed. Damn, being a woman is really troublesome!

After lying in bed for half a day, pondering, and drinking some medicine at night, her stomach pain finally eased to a tolerable range.

It wasn’t completely gone, but it didn’t stop her from working.

After having breakfast, Qiao Changshun drove the donkey cart out to the fields. He went to check the growth of the wheat and to cut some green grass for his donkey. Qiao Dami was boiling soybean residue to feed the chickens.

She got out of bed and was about to wash the bloodstained clothes from yesterday when Dami ran over and said, “Sister, let me wash it for you!”

“No need, I’ll boil some hot water and wash it myself.” Qiao Xiaomai quickly shook her head. This kind of clothes couldn’t be given to a child to wash, “You continue boiling the soybean residue.”

Qiao Dami couldn’t win against her, so he had to continue with his task.

Qiao Xiaomai drew water, boiled it, and washed clothes.

Qiao Dami fed chickens and cleaned the courtyard.

By mid-morning, the siblings finished their chores. Qiao Xiaomai was about to go up the mountain to gather firewood and destroy her used sanitary pads when she heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.” The reply was steady and strong, in a familiar male voice. It was Tong Sanlang.

Qiao Xiaomai blinked. She had the urge to hide herself away, but thinking about yesterday’s doubts, she stayed put and signaled Dami to open the door.

Even though it would be awkward to see Tong Sanlang, she truly needed to figure out whether the tofu making method had been leaked. When compared to silver, a little embarrassment is nothing.

Qiao Dami ran towards the door. A big grin illuminating his little face. Brother Tong is here!

The door opened. Tong Sanlang entered, his back carrying a basket with a pig’s heart and a clay pot as well as holding another clay pot in his arms.

They were the same pots that Qiao Xiaomai had served him meat in.

One pot held sheep’s milk, the other held small fish and snails he had caught yesterday.

He had caught over ten pounds of fish yesterday. His family hadn’t finished it, so he brought the leftovers over.

As for the snails, he caught a lot of them, intending for Qiao Xiaomai to eat them.

He thought about letting things happen naturally yesterday, but he couldn’t concentrate on his studies all afternoon. So, after waking up, he ran to the town to buy a pig’s heart. It is said that it’s beneficial for girls to eat it during menstruation, so he brought these things over under the excuse of returning the clay pots.

Moreover, besides returning the pots, he had a very legitimate reason, “Miss Qiao, Thank you for the bean sprouts yesterday.”

As he spoke, he looked straight at Qiao Xiaomai, his handsome face serene, his eyes unflinching as if nothing had happened yesterday.

Qiao Xiaomai, with her watery peach blossom eyes, returned his gaze.

This was the first time she had really taken a good look at Tong Sanlang. The former host always lowered her head and hadn’t paid much attention to him. After she took over, she avoided looking at him because she felt embarrassed about being entangled with the Sun Family.

Now, with her arms crossed in front of her chest and a scrutinizing look in her eyes, she took her time to observe the face in front of her.

Even though she had seen countless celebrities in her past life, she had to admit, the face in front of her was extraordinarily handsome..