Qiao Xiaomai "..."
Damn it, she was even more wronged than Douer.
The things she and Tong Sanlang had racked their brains to come up with were now being chalked up to the mythical cornucopia just because someone ran their mouth.
Just via their lip service, her and Tong Sanlang's hard work was completely nullified, and it even incited the hatred of those wealthy folks. She was wronged to death.
"Don't worry, I believe you," Yang Wenxiao reassured her when he saw her eyebrows knit together in frustration.
"But what if those wealthy people don't believe it?" Qiao Xiaomai asked anxiously.
If the rich didn't believe her, thinking she had a cornucopia and that all her innovative ideas came from it, then who would buy anything from her when she tried to sell items in the future?
If nobody bought her products, how would she make money?
Without money, how could she build roads and canals?
