Chapter 1613: Chapter 1612: She is very busy
After the June Festival promotion was reported by *Daqi Monthly*, it attracted even greater attention. Last year’s legendary Waterlon Crayfish was finally tasted by many this year. Forget the rumors about it being a treasure basin; just talk about its flavor—it fully deserves the fa it exploded with last year.
No one could deny that its taste lived up to its reputation.
As for the Floral Dew, all the wealthy folks in Capital City vouched for its incredible efficacy. Now, through the June Festival promotion, it spread to other places, and once people there tried it, their reaction was the sa as those in Capital City: “Is this Immortal Dew or what?!”
No health or costic product can cater to everyone, but this Floral Dew sohow manages to!
With such a miraculous product, wouldn’t you want to buy more and store it at ho?
And so, many people tried every possible thod to connect with Qiao Xiaomai to purchase it. Living in Field Manor, Xiaomai was well aware of the external world’s eagerness.
Nowadays, she sells ten urns of Floral Dew daily at high prices through Bei Yun. With its superior quality, this thod of hunger marketing proved quite effective. She felt that she could run another promotion during the Lunar New Year.
By then, she could sell the agricultural products and livestock grown and raised at Field Manor. With five thousand acres of land, there’s no way the Yang Family’s people and her family alone could consu it all. She could organize a large-scale promotion that triggers a nation-wide response across Daqi.
Having tasted the sweetness of consistent superior quality, she was tirelessly watering the crops with Spiritual Spring water at full effort.
So what if those people looked down on her?
So what if those people spread rumors to tear her down?
Under the overwhelming efficacy of the Spiritual Spring water, wouldn’t they still obediently co to line up for her products?
Quality reigns supre!
Days slipped away, and soon the late sumr arrived. At this point, shadow puppet performances based on three novels were playing everywhere across Daqi. In so places, the tickets were so affordable—so as cheap as a single penny—that even ordinary people in Prefecture City could go watch.
The idea of “small profits and quick turnover” proved true. With cheaper tickets, more people went to see the performances. The Royal Shadow Puppet Theaters in various prefecture cities staged continuous shows from morning until the nightti curfew. When crowds increased, naturally it stimulated sales of theater refreshnts and tea snacks, along with other surrounding rchandise.
The surrounding rchandise maintained a unified price throughout Daqi since it wasn’t considered essential. Yang Wenxiao specifically targeted these sales at wealthy custors.
And because it was produced by the Royal Family, no one dared to counterfeit it. Without any piracy, this was simply perfect. The Yang Family completely monopolized the earnings from these three novels.
The silver flowed bit by bit to Capital City, then was transported to the frontlines of road and canal construction. When the funds were in place, everything proceeded smoothly—the progress of the bluestone roads and the canals was quite encouraging.
Every day, Qiao Xiaomai tried to extract the drop of Divine Liquid in her spatial dinsion. Although the Divine Liquid showed no signs of movent each ti, she still persisted in trying daily.
What if, just what if, she succeeded one day?
Tong Sanlang, forced into quiet recuperation due to his body’s disability, had been resting for half a year now. Truth be told, by this point, she didn’t want to trouble him anymore. She really didn’t want to. She was overly busy these days—riding her horse around Field Manor daily, cooking als for both Yang Wenxiao and Tong Sanlang, preparing Floral Dew, and monitoring developnts in the Capital City.
Ever since arriving at Field Manor, she hadn’t returned to Capital City. The bustling scene of “tickets hard to co by” at the Royal Shadow Puppet Theater was sothing she was curious to take a look at herself.
One day, Bei Lingsu and Bei Yun ca to fetch Floral Dew. Hearing about her idea, Bei Yun imdiately said, “I went to check it out before and even painted a picture of it. Want to see?”
At this, Qiao Xiaomai cast him a sidelong glance. “Looking at it wouldn’t cost thousands of taels silver, right?”
Bei Yun blinked his eyes. “You know, I sell my paintings for two thousand taels per piece to others! I earn way more from painting than practicing dicine. If only my skills weren’t lacking and I could speed up, I’d consider switching careers to beco a painter.”
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