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

Chapter 1298: Chapter 1097 Selling Crawfish_1 Chapter 1298: Chapter 1097 Selling Crawfish_1 Waiting for the handful of people to finish asking, Qiao Xiaomai plastered the same smile on her little face and replied, “Watermelons, Sour Plum Soup, and vegetables are not for sale, but pigs, chickens, and crawfish are.”

At this response, the faces of the crowd couldn’t hide their disappointment.

They had anticipated that watermelons wouldn’t be for sale, as Yang Hao had already stepped forward to refuse; there was no chance for watermelons.

But why weren’t the Sour Plum Soup and vegetables for sale?

“We’ve only grown enough vegetables for our own consumption.”

“Sour Plum Soup isn’t worth much, and it’s a hassle to transport, but if you want some, I’ll bring a few jars over for you later,” Qiao Xiaomai said.

“That’s very embarrassing, Miss Qiao, just name your price, we can still afford Sour Plum Soup,” the group hastened to say.

“You all have come running in this blazing sun, I feel quite bad, so consider the Sour Plum Soup a gift,” Qiao Xiaomai said with a beaming smile.

Sour Plum Soup really wasn’t valuable, just a bit of dark plum, hawthorn, licorice, and sugar. If she sold it at Floral Dew prices, these people definitely wouldn’t bite.

If she set the price too low, a few dozen or a few hundred taels wouldn’t catch her eye; it was better to give it away as a freebie to curry favor.

Since these people had made the journey just to buy watermelons, they could become her loyal customers in the future; she needed to build a good relationship.

“Alright then.” Seeing Qiao Xiaomai’s sincere attitude, the group also nodded in agreement.

“Then let Sanlang go catch some crawfish for you. How many would you like? Oh, right, these crawfish taste best with chili peppers, but currently we have none for sale,” Qiao Xiaomai added.

She had already showcased the appeal of chili peppers to the civil and military officials last time at the Zuixian Building culinary competition.

However, the chili peppers weren’t yet on the market, so these people wouldn’t be able to make spicy crawfish.

The group was aware of this fact, having already discussed it during their meal. Upon hearing Qiao Xiaomai’s suggestion, they nodded and said, “No problem, just let us know some other ways to prepare it.”

“I’ll go write down some recipes now. You can follow Sanlang to go catch the crawfish,” Qiao Xiaomai said.

“Sure, sure, sure.” The group agreed readily and followed Tong Sanlang right away without even asking about the price.

Tong Sanlang headed to the back yard, checked on Shen Bai to see he was still lying in bed, then closed the door for him before shaking the boat to go catch the crawfish.

He hadn’t bred too many crawfish, so he didn’t catch much–fifty pounds per person, and no more.

He still had to deliver some to Extreme Flavors Residence.

“Gentlemen, these crawfish are originally a specialty of Xiezi County, which is also the hometown of the new top scholar, Ya Wuxia, who has now returned home to take up the post of county magistrate, primarily to breed crawfish,” he explained.

“I don’t know the price of his crawfish per pound, but you have already tasted mine, so the price here is five hundred eighty-eight taels per pound, which makes twenty-nine thousand four hundred taels for fifty pounds.”

The price was within the group’s acceptable range; a single jar of honey cost a thousand taels, so five hundred eighty-eight taels per pound for the crawfish seemed reasonable.

“Add a little extra to round it up to thirty thousand taels,” someone suggested.

Tong Sanlang agreed cheerfully and rounded up everyone’s total to thirty thousand taels.

After hauling the caught crawfish out of the manor in a horse-drawn carriage, Qiao Xiaomai was already waiting at the entrance of the manor. She had not only written the recipes but also made some more Sour Plum Soup, providing three ceramic jars each, a foot high, for everyone.

“How many pigs, chickens, and sheep would you like?” Qiao Xiaomai asked.

“Two pigs, ten chickens, and five sheep,” the nobles reported their desired amounts.

Tong Sanlang called up the long-term workers, guiding the nobles towards the pigsty.