Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 1611 - 1610: Rice Paddy Fish Farming

"Is it still mythology?" Tong Sanlang asked.

"Of course, people like that."

At this time, people’s imagination was limited, and their experience was scarce. Bringing out all the mythological novels she knew to take a spin should create one explosion after another.

Making money, well, there’s really no end to it. The little silver she’s earned so far is a far cry from the total wealth of this world.

"I think the next one should be Investiture of the Gods," Qiao Xiaomai said.

Investiture of the Gods was very popular in later generations. Though not as famous as Journey to the West, it was still widely known.

Tong Sanlang listened to the summary of Investiture of the Gods and nodded, "It’s quite interesting, with both fantasy and melodramatic elements—a king destroying his nation over a demon consort—that kind of thing should appeal to people."

At this point, he paused and raised his hand to touch his chin. He said, "Actually, I kind of want to write a sequel for the Great Sage."

"What kind of sequel?"

"Didn’t you say there were lots of derivative works about Journey to the West in your place?"

"Oh, that." Qiao Xiaomai waved her hand. "Don’t even mention it. None of them can measure up to Journey to the West—they’re just poor imitations tacking on a tail to a weasel."

"Didn’t you say there was a pretty crazy sequel? In it, the Great Sage was unbelievably cool, Tang Monk knew martial arts, had a sort of ambiguous relationship with Bodhisattvas, and even Buddha reincarnated to fall in love—complete with a love triangle."

"Stories like those, bursting with nonsense and melodrama but showcasing the Great Sage’s coolness, might just be appealing to some people, right?"

Qiao Xiaomai: "...You sure remember this plot clearly."

"I remember everything you tell me," Tong Sanlang said, smiling. freeweɓnovel.cøm

"What nonsense," Qiao Xiaomai rolled her eyes.

"It’s true. If you don’t believe me, watch my actions in the future." Tong Sanlang’s face turned serious.

Qiao Xiaomai waved her hand, unwilling to discuss this topic further. "If you really like that plot, you can write it. But don’t forget about the Journey to the West comic and Investiture of the Gods."

"I won’t forget." Tong Sanlang nodded.

At the moment, he was basically a useless man; anything assigned to him would definitely get done.

After giving instructions, Qiao Xiaomai ran off to check on her crops. In another month, the sweet potatoes, sesame, and soybeans would be ready for harvest. She needed to sprinkle more Spiritual Spring water to improve their quality.

She still remembered the time when Tong Sanlang went to town to grind sesame and attracted quite the crowd. Such high-quality sesame had only appeared once—what a pity.

Then there was Dami—Yang Wenxiao had long ago instructed her to plant some Dami. Last year’s trip to Yuhu disrupted her plans, but now that everything was settled at Field Manor, she set aside a special rice field for cultivation.

Besides planting rice, she also planted some glutinous rice. Glutinous rice could be made into many snacks, and she liked it quite a lot.

Moreover, fish and ducks could be raised in the rice paddies. This type of farming method was common in later generations. Qiao Xiaomai also added some loaches; loaches were quite tasty. She even made a profit selling Loach Soup when she first started.

This farming method piqued Yang Wenxiao’s interest. He asked: growing rice while raising fish and ducks?

It was too novel.

One plot of land could produce three types of goods, greatly enhancing land value.

He once pursued Qiao Xiaomai, asking how she came up with this method. Qiao Xiaomai’s answer was simple and straightforward: She wanted to eat fish.

The Capital City was inland. Although there were people raising fish, the taste couldn’t compare to fresh sea fish caught on the coast.

Since the flavor was unsatisfactory, she decided to raise them herself.

Anyway, rice paddies had water, and leaving it idle was a waste. Might as well throw in some fish fry to try it out.

Once the fish grew a little, she’d add ducks. Baby ducks couldn’t eat fish, so the three could coexist peacefully.