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

Chapter 1272: Chapter 1271: No Worries About Selling_1 Chapter 1272: Chapter 1271: No Worries About Selling_1 “Then let’s say your manor is short a flower farmer,” Yang Hao thought for a moment and changed his approach.

“With Prince Zheng here, it would be heartbreaking if he saw… it might stir up painful emotions.”

Yang Hao, “… There’s nothing to be done then, we must first get him out of Sky Prison.”

With Shen Bai in Sky Prison for one more day, Yang Hao’s heart would be unsettled for one more day.

Living in the manor, Shen Bai would definitely avoid Prince Zheng.

The conditions of the manor are certainly better than those of Sky Prison.

“Then, tell me more about Young Master Shen’s experiences, the more details the better,” Qiao Xiaomai said.

“Hmm,” Yang Hao sat back down.

By this time, it was already evening. The dinner, made by a palace maid, was brought directly to Mai Yuan. Tong Sanlang also returned, and the three of them sat at the dining table, eating and talking.

By the time Yang Hao left, it was already deep into the night.

After seeing Yang Hao off, Qiao Xiaomai closed the courtyard door and couldn’t help but sigh, “This is so vexing.”

“There’s no helping it; he was born into the Shen Family. Having previously enjoyed their wealth, he must now endure their hardships,” Tong Sanlang stretched out his arm to her shoulder, leading her towards the kitchen, “The Crown Prince has given his orders, I will write to the Retired Emperor tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Qiao Xiaomai sighed deeply once more.

Tong Sanlang heated water for a bath, and when the two lay in bed, the conversation turned to the Ji Wei Residence.

“Shopkeeper He will bring the horse-drawn carts tomorrow to pick up the watermelons. Leave some for Bailu Town and send the rest to the Capital City,” Qiao Xiaomai said.

“Also, send along those for Lady Wang and the others, two watermelons per person,” Qiao Xiaomai followed up.

“Alright. And how are the talks for setting up the Charity Organization going?” Tong Sanlang inquired.

“It’s settled. The headquarters will be in the Capital City, with branches in each prefecture urging the wealthy to donate money and goods. By then, my mother will work at the Prefecture City branch, and the road there should already be fixed,” Qiao Xiaomai answered.

Speaking of road repairs naturally brought to mind the Sun Family. She asked, “Where is the Sun Family now?”

“About a morning’s journey away,” Tong Sanlang named a location.

“Then let her benefit for now.” Spending a morning inflicting punishment and another afternoon returning wasn’t worth it.

After all, the Sun Family couldn’t escape, and with Zhuang Luhe now looking forward to something, she no longer felt as despondent as before. This account could be settled later.

The next day, after having breakfast, Tong Sanlang wrote to Yang Wenxiao, requesting an imperial pardon for Shen Bai.

Once the letter was finished, it was handed to Fan Linong, who ordered it to be delivered to the Capital City with utmost urgency.

It wasn’t long before He Zhanggui arrived with his caravan.

Yang Zheng, experiencing melon picking for the first time, found it fascinating and even personally carried a basket to pick them. With each watermelon weighing more than ten pounds, the basket became too heavy with just four.

Yet he still found it exciting, running around in the melon field.

As the sun climbed higher and the temperature rose, Yang Hao called out to him, forbidding him from running around any further.

“I’m fine!” Yang Zheng wiped sweat beads off his forehead and looked towards Qiao Xiaomai, his eyes shining, “Stepmother, these watermelons are so good we should have one every two days and store the rest in the ice cellar. That should last us the whole summer.”

There were too few watermelons, just ten thousand pounds; with Shopkeeper He taking four thousand, and another thousand already sent to the Imperial Palace, only five thousand pounds were left.

With summer just beginning, if we don’t conserve, I fear they won’t last the season.

The watermelons Qiao Xiaomai grew were indeed the finest fruit he had ever tasted, without a doubt!

“As you wish, eat as much as you want,” Qiao Xiaomai laughed.

Even the Royal family was conquered by these melons; there were no worries about selling them.