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

Chapter 1230: Chapter 1229: The Pig is Well Raised_1 Chapter 1230: Chapter 1229: The Pig is Well Raised_1 The wheat had an average appearance.

As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Qiao Xiaomai’s face immediately froze.

Despite already bracing for such news, the reality of it still brought an unstoppable disappointment to her heart, “How average is it?”

“Better than normal wheat, but not by much.”

The grain-filling period is when plants store substances like starch and protein into the seeds through photosynthesis, but since Qiao Xiaomai was absent during the wheat’s grain-filling period, the quality of this batch was just so-so.

It was better than average but not stunning enough to fetch a high price like sweet potatoes.

Qiao Xiaomai, “…All the efforts of half a year have gone to waste.”

What she cared about the most was the wheat, as it was considered the most expensive crop. This year, she had planted nine hundred acres of wheat, anticipating a big profit, only to see it all come to nothing.

It pained her heart.

“Can the rewards from the retired emperor make up for our losses?” she asked painfully.

“About there.” Yang Wenxiao had presented them with a lot of fabrics, jewelry, medicinal materials, and some gold as well. If these were converted into silver, they could probably match the value of the wheat crop.

Qiao Xiaomai took a deep breath, “Not satisfied.”

Extremely dissatisfied.

“That’s the way it is with the wheat, but the watermelons still have a chance.”

The watermelons they had planted were now fruiting, and it would be about a month before they were ripe. Starting from now, if they watered them daily with water from the Spiritual Spring, there would still be time.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai’s eyes sparkled, “Ah, I almost forgot about the watermelons!”

Qiao Dami couldn’t help but interject upon hearing this, “The watermelons are growing well; I go to look at them every day.”

He remembered the cool and sweet taste of the watermelon from last year.

Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai affectionately ruffled his little head, “Good boy, let’s go and take a look later.”

“Hmm, it’s time for lunch, let’s go.” Tong Sanlang gestured for her to head toward the Bamboo Fragrance Residence.

In the Bamboo Fragrance Residence, Qiao Zhaodi and Qiao Yindi, the sisters, had already prepared lunch, and the whole family gathered to enjoy a happy meal together.

Zhuang Luhe was still in her usual state, silent and uncommunicative, as if surrounded by an invisible barrier that severed her from everyone else.

The family had long grown accustomed to her behavior, and quiet was good — certainly better than the mischievous antics of the Zhang Family.

After lunch, Qiao Xiaomai carried Qiao Dami around the manor for a stroll.

The spacious backyard, originally used for pig farming, was now as planned: the pigsty was completed and the pigs had been moved out, and a pond had been dug, already filled with water.

“We’re just waiting for the two of you to come back and buy the fish fry,” Qiao Changshun said.

“We’ll go into town to ask about it in a couple of days,” Tong Sanlang nodded.

“How are the pigs doing?” Qiao Xiaomai asked.

“They’re being fed well, fat and sturdy. Let’s go see them,” Qiao Changshun said excitedly.

The pigsty was built close to the manor, housing five hundred pigs.

There were also the sheepfold and the chicken coop, where the livestock all numbered around five hundred each.

With hired hands on duty, the animals were well cared for and the interior was kept very clean.

Qiao Changshun gleefully pointed out details to Qiao Xiaomai, “They’re fed with good stuff; by winter, they’ll be ready to sell and for sure will fetch a good price.”

Other villagers also raised pigs, but typically they only fed them grass and not grain, which meant that the pigs might not even reach a hundred pounds in a year.

Qiao Changshun was different; he was willing to feed them properly. Now his pigs were nearly a hundred pounds each already and by the New Year, just imagining the scene of them plump with white meaty flesh made him rub his hands together in anticipation, “Come winter, we’ll just wait to collect the money.”