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

The labor cost for a day is six or seven Wen coin per person, and with around twenty to thirty people each day, the daily expenditure is over a hundred Wen.

Aside from the two idle months in winter, for three-hundred-days a year, the total cost is over thirty-thousand coins, which is roughly thirty taels of silver.

She could afford this amount even if it were to double.

This year’s Mai Shou, there are five hundred acres of fields in the family property, out of which fifteen acres produce inferior quality crops. One acre yields two hundred jin of wheat, adding up to three-thousand jin from fifteen acres.

Furthermore, there are three hundred acres of average quality fields. One acre here produces three hundred jin of wheat. Hence, the yield from these three hundred acres is ninety-thousand jin.

The remaining one-hundred and eighty-five acres are of superior quality. Discounting the twenty-three acres that had been burned down, one acre produces four hundred jin, totaling sixty-five-thousand jin.

All the wheat put together is close to one-hundred and sixty-thousand jin.

Selling at three Wen per jin, it adds up to four-hundred and seventy-thousand Wen, which equals over four hundred and seventy taels of silver.

Subtracting the thirty taels spent for labor, selling the wheat brings in nearly five hundred taels. This is profitable, no matter how you calculate it.

She had already run these calculations a while ago.

As for the daily income and expense, she has not formed a habit of maintaining a daily record. Regardless, no matter how you calculate it, her family is currently living comfortably while comfortably making a profit.

“How can you live life so blindly? As 1 see it, let Dami learn literacy with Sanlang,” Qiao Changshun disagreed with her, still insisting.

Of course, learning to read and calculate is one aspect, pulling close ties is another.

There is no one more suited than Sanlang for Qiao Xiaomai.

“Let’s get through these busy days first. No matter where you go these days, Dami has to follow you. There’s no time for him to study and learn the characters.”

After considering, Qiao Changshun reluctantly agreed, “Fine.”

He was wary of his limping leg and felt Xiaomai needed Dami around to care for him, sigh.

“By the way, plant about ten acres of sweet potatoes. They are so cheap we can’t make much money from them, nor can they be relied upon as a staple food,” Qiao Xiaomai added.

“That’s what 1 was thinking too,” Qiao Changshun nodded. “Plant some soya beans, sesame, sunflower seeds and such. The rest of the land should all be devoted to Xiaomi.”

Qiao Xiaomai agreed with a single sound.

In her heart, she sighed. She wondered when she would be able to openly plant corn, potatoes, and chili peppers from her space…

Sigh!

After two days passed, came the day of the competition.

This time, Qiao Xiaomai had not even told Qiao Changshun about the competition. By the time Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami had left for the fields early in the morning, she, dressed in her usual hemp robe and with unadorned face, had left with Sanlang in the coach sent by Yang Ye.

After reaching the town, she first visited the Vegetable Market following her usual routine before proceeding to the Academy.

The competition was conducted the same way as last time, with the entire school watching on, ten judges, and participants providing their own materials.

The coach stopped at the edge of the Martial Arts Training Ground. Qiao Xiaomai and Sanlang disembarked.

The coachman pointed towards the raised platform and said, “Miss Qiao, the two young princes are already waiting. Please go over.”

Qiao Xiaomai nodded, thanked the driver with a smile, and then with Sanlang, carrying the items they had just bought moved towards the raised platform along the edge of the training ground.

Yang Ye and Yang Wang were seated on high chairs on the platform, both of them with a servant holding a parasol over them. The weather had turned hot now, and it was quite toasty under the sun.

Yang Ye squinted his eyes, and on spotting Qiao Xiaomai, his brows furrowed.

Yang Wang sat next to him, following his gaze and asked in a deep voice, “Is she that Qiao Xiaomai?”

Yang Ye hummed in agreement, opened up the fan in his hand, and waved it casually, saying, “Third brother, she is a country girl and hasn’t seen much of the world. Be gentle with your expressions later, don’t scare her..”