Chapter 1602: Chapter 1601: This Is Possible
Qiao Xiaomai hadn’t expected Bei Lingsu to actually tell Yang Wenxiao about this. When she received the Eunuch’s summons, she hurriedly rushed into the Palace.
Arriving at Da’an Palace, Yang Wenxiao asked her if she had co up with any good ideas.
Good ideas?
Where would good ideas co from?
The words she’d casually said to Tong Sanlang last night were just idle musings, how did they take on a new aning when passed to Yang Wenxiao?
And judging by his tone, he spoke as if it were certain. After sweeping a fortune of nearly a billion tael of silver recently, now the very next day he was asking her for new ideas again.
Well, he certainly was urgent about making money.
“I don’t have any new ideas,” she said honestly.
“So your words were purely ant to frighten Sanlang?” Yang Wenxiao asked.
Qiao Xiaomai, “…Why would I want to scare him?”
“You just enjoy stirring things up, don’t you?” Yang Wenxiao remarked.
Qiao Xiaomai, “…”
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she muttered, “If I were really stirring things up, I’d wait until he’s recovered first.”
“Then your words actually an you do have new ideas.” Yang Wenxiao’s tone was resolute.
Qiao Xiaomai, “…”
She helplessly rubbed her face, “I really don’t have any.”
“But you could have so,” Yang Wenxiao countered.
Qiao Xiaomai, “…”
Letting out a heavy sigh, she said, “We should increase the production of wool clothing; the demand far exceeds supply.”
“I know.”
“How about holding a similar promotional event when the New Year cos around? Not for half-price, but say a thirty-percent discount—New Year blowout sale,” Qiao Xiaomai suggested.
“Selling what?”
“Sweet potatoes, sesa, soybeans, etc. I’ve planted plenty. Also livestock—I’ve raised quite a lot.”
Five thousand acres of Datian Manor’s land, after all.
“That works.”
Qiao Xiaomai looked into Yang Wenxiao’s clear and unclouded eyes, then shook her head, saying, “That’s all I’ve got.”
“I think there will be more,” Yang Wenxiao said, eting her gaze, his face bearing a faint, indescribable smile.
Qiao Xiaomai, “…”
What’s his endga?
Where would she churn out so many new ideas?
Yang Wenxiao couldn’t possibly believe those rumors about a treasure basin, could he?
Heavens! She was so wrongly accused!
Where in the world would she find a treasure basin that not only spewed gold and silver but also churned out fresh ideas?
Qiao Xiaomai rubbed her face again, her expression one of resigned frustration as she looked at Yang Wenxiao.
Yang Wenxiao looked at her calmly, and though he said nothing, his expression was clear—he genuinely believed she had more ideas.
Injustice, absolute injustice!
Qiao Xiaomai and Yang Wenxiao stared at each other for a while. Finally, she muttered begrudgingly, “How about… shadow puppetry?”
“Huh?” Yang Wenxiao responded, his expression unreadable.
Qiao Xiaomai raised a hand to rub her face again, explaining, “It’s like adapting *Journey to the West* and the two previous books into shadow puppet theater. Sell tickets to watch the performances—I think a lot of people would co.”
“This counts as your new idea?” Yang Wenxiao arched an eyebrow.
Qiao Xiaomai spread her hands, “Honestly, this is the only idea I have in my head right now. Your Majesty, do you really think ideas co to out of thin air? I have to co up with them myself!”
Yang Wenxiao responded with a casual “Oh,” then said, “Alright, tell the specific process for this shadow puppetry.”
“Just like how the Theater works, isn’t it? I don’t really understand this stuff,” Qiao Xiaomai replied, spreading her hands again.
In this era, there weren’t movie theaters or proper playhouses; what they did have were Theaters, the traditional venues for watching performances. If they set up a dedicated Theater to stage shadow puppetry based on those three books, it should attract a fair number of people.
Entertainnt at this ti was so scarce, which is why everyone was interested in her “fresh ideas.”
She had borrowed the crystallized essence of thousands of years of developnt from the future, and now they wanted her to co up with entirely new ideas on her own—how was that not putting her in a difficult spot?
Yang Wenxiao kept pressing her for answers today—was he trying to prove the rumor about the treasure basin or simply venting his frustrations on behalf of Tong Sanlang?
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