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

Chapter 1235: Chapter 1234 Buying Floral Dew_1 Chapter 1235: Chapter 1234 Buying Floral Dew_1 “Yes.”

“Then ask Shopkeeper Hong if he could find some beekeepers to teach how to raise honey bees,” said Tong Sanlang.

“Beekeeping?” He Zhanggui’s eyes widened.

“Xiaomai wants to raise some honey bees.”

He knew about Madam Wang’s matter, so now that Madam Wang had sent a message, it must be about skincare treatment.

Previously, Qiao Xiaomai had mentioned wanting to raise bees and produce her own honey, which led him to pose the question.

“There’s no need to ask Shopkeeper Hong. We have beekeepers in Huai’an County, but they produce honey in small quantities, not enough for a steady supply to the store, so I just get the goods from headquarters,” He Zhanggui said.

There were beekeepers in Huai’an County, but the scale was small and the annual production limited.

However, it was enough to teach Qiao Xiaomai.

“How many do you want to raise?” He Zhanggui asked.

“Not many. We’ll plant some flowers behind the mud hill, and there are fruit trees on the slope, plenty for the bees to forage from.”

“That should be enough. I’ll send for a beekeeper immediately, and they can be here by tomorrow.”

Upon hearing this, Tong Sanlang was pleased.

The speed was impressive.

Driving the carriage back home, he relayed He Zhanggui’s words to Qiao Xiaomai, and she couldn’t help but exclaim, “That’s really fast!”

It wasn’t even a month since her return; the wheat was harvested, the crayfish and little fish were being farmed, the watermelons were watered, and now the bees were also going to be raised.

The pace was remarkable.

“Let’s see what Madam Wang wrote to you,” Tong Sanlang gestured for Qiao Xiaomai to open the letter.

The content of the letter was straightforward. Madam Wang asked about purchasing Floral Dew. The Floral Dew Qiao Xiaomai previously prepared for her and Wang Yuan was almost finished, and the effects were significant, so she wanted to buy some more.

This time the quantity requested was larger, not just for her and Wang Yuan, but for a few other women she was close to as well.

The envelope contained ten banknotes as a deposit, and the rest of the silver would be paid upon delivery of the final product.

Holding the ten banknotes, Qiao Xiaomai flicked them twice and said, “Making money, real money.”

The ingredients for the last batch of Rose Dew were roses and Spiritual Spring water; the roses were requested from the Imperial Kitchen, and the Spiritual Spring water was from her space, which seemed to replenish itself no matter how much was used.

She effectively hadn’t invested a thing.

“This business really is exhilarating when you have no capital invested. If I were born in The Age of Famine, I would have sold this Spiritual Spring water as Immortal Dew. I’d have put on a show, playing a deity myself! Then, as I play the deity, you lead troops into battle and take over this world for sure!” she exclaimed.

When Tong Sanlang heard this, he raised his hand and poked her forehead. “Stop dreaming. Even if it’s called Immortal Dew, it only conditions the body and can’t stave off hunger. Who would buy it in The Age of Famine?”

“The rich would. Look, I didn’t even mention a price yet, but they directly gave me a thousand taels, and that’s just the deposit. The full payment will be whatever I feel like charging. Whatever I say, goes,” Qiao Xiaomai clicked her tongue eagerly.

She thought making money from gourmands was already profiteering, but now she realized she had been naive.

The most profitable business was catering to women.

“How much are you planning to charge?” Tong Sanlang asked.

“She wants ten jars, a thousand taels per jar sounds good.”

Tong Sanlang, “…You really dare to ask for that much.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll pay. It’s not like I’m selling some quack remedy. What I’m selling is genuine Spiritual Spring water.”

She didn’t even dare to let Qiao Changshun drink too much of this Spiritual Spring water, lest his leg healed completely. Such a precious commodity was definitely worth a thousand taels.

“But indeed, the price is a bit steep… I should add a little gift, too,” Qiao Xiaomai reconsidered.

“What kind of gift?”

“Watermelons, perhaps? Aren’t they almost ripe? I’ll give two watermelons to each person when the time comes.”

“Two?” Tong Sanlang held up two fingers and waggled them, the implication clear–who gives two watermelons as a gift…