Spatial Farm Life: Raising my Kid, Abusing Scum and Keeping Busy with Life

Chapter 23: Taking People's Advice

Who would hate someone kind like the original owner? It was nothing more than the jealousy of the vendors, the resentment of the Tian family, and the unwillingness of the Qiao family.

Let them be. She would deal with whatever came her way. She was not the original owner and would not be afraid of these little rascals.

The pergola was useful to block out the scorching sun.

Qiao Mai sat down comfortably, doing her embroidery work. When customers came to buy melons, she would stand up and sell them. When there were no customers, she would do her work.

She was at ease. Since she had her melons, the town seemed to have become a little livelier.

They all wanted to have a bite of the watermelon she was selling. Not only was it sweet and juicy, but it was also cold and could relieve the heat. Qiao Mai suggested she could sell some ice.

In Tianshui Town and the county town, not many shops sell ice in the summer. If she sold ice, would it work?

Why not freeze a few pieces in the freezer tonight and sell them tomorrow?

In the afternoon, Qiao Mai finished her business and returned home. She calculated the bill and realized she had sold twelve watermelons today, two more than yesterday.

When she arrived at the watermelon field, she looked at the fist-sized watermelons on one acre. She thought that in two days, she could sell as many watermelons as she wanted.

She walked to the shelf with a smile and found a few square plastic boxes. She filled them with mineral water and froze them in the freezer.

Yesterday, she had earned eight taels, and today, she had earned more than nine taels. She separated the copper coins and silver and threw them into the toolbox.

Earning money with labor was also a kind of happiness, and she liked it very much.

When Qiao Mai arrived at the house, she saw that Ling'er was still sleeping. She lay beside her and smiled in satisfaction.

Watermelons alone could get her more than two hundred taels of silver a month. Excluding the rainy days, she could still earn two hundred taels of silver.

With the addition of ice cubes tomorrow, would she earn more? After all, ice was rarer than watermelons, right?

The next day, she went to the carpenter's shop to buy a cart and two wooden boxes.

Qiao Mai placed the frozen watermelon in a wooden box and the ice cubes in another.

She pushed the two wooden boxes to the main road.

Every day on time, Shopkeeper Lu would let the two girls arrange the tables and chairs and set up the awning. Those who did not know would think that it was Shopkeeper Lu's stall. Even the tax collectors would skip over her stall. This saved Qiao Mai money and trouble.

She pushed the cart behind the chair and moved the two wooden boxes under the awning.

The wooden boxes were wrapped in blankets, afraid the cold air would escape.

The surrounding peddlers were almost dying of envy these days. When they saw that Qiao Mai had packed another box today, they were all extremely curious.

"I say, lady, did you get new stock today?"

"Yes, my shopkeeper said the weather is too hot. There is a lot of ice in her ice kiln, so she wants to sell some ice to relieve the heat."

"Ice?"

"Yeah."

"Who will buy it?"

"Why wouldn't anyone buy it? If you don't feel satisfied after making green bean soup and letting it cool, you can put a few pieces of crushed ice in it. Herbal tea is also fine."