Chapter 1513: Chapter 1512 Reincarnation of the God of Wealth_1

Moreover, this is only this year’s share; a woman’s investment in cosmetics is for a lifetime, unless she runs out of money.

Qiao Xiaomai’s Floral Dew isn’t jewelry or clothing, which can be selective; jewelry and clothing depend on individual appearance and skin tone, and some may not suit her.

But Qiao Xiaomai’s Floral Dew suits everyone; it genuinely enhances inner quality. Those who have used it find their bodies and skin quality improve visibly.

If it happens to be used by those who are truly beautiful, they don’t need to apply any other rouge or powder. With just their bare faces, they dare to go out into the streets and interact with others.

What kind of change is that?

For women, Qiao Xiaomai’s Floral Dew is like a poison–they become addicted, unable to stop, and they might spend all they own on Floral Dew.

Saying they might spend all they own may seem excessive, but it’s not far from the truth; if those women have disposable income, their first choice is definitely Qiao Xiaomai’s Floral Dew.

Following this trend, Qiao Xiaomai could, with just a simple Floral Dew, empty the private savings of women in the Capital City, no, all the women in Daqi.

Private savings–for women of this time and space who are married, dowries come with the marriage. For those from wealthy families, a single dowry could match the wealth of some rich people.

Qiao Xiaomai could empty their hands of spare cash. What does that imply?

Using Floral Dew to empty women’s purses.

Using gourmet food to empty food lovers’ pockets.

Using novelty items to empty other people’s pockets.

All the world’s silver would flow towards Qiao Xiaomai.

Other Aristocratic Families’ hundreds of years of accumulation might eventually end up in her single purse.

A true embodiment of the Wealth God.

Gradually, a strange phenomenon appeared in the Capital City; people started selling portraits of Qiao Xiaomai. Spending a few copper coins for a portrait to worship at home as the Wealth God.

The artists selling portraits must have seen Qiao Xiaomai’s real appearance; the portraits they painted were quite vivid and only cost eight copper coins.

Eight copper coins–neither cheated nor taken advantage of. For eight copper coins inviting a Wealth God home, perhaps Qiao Xiaomai’s fortune might just rub off on them.

Once there was one selling portraits, many more followed, sprouting up like mushrooms after rain, spreading across the big streets and alleys.

Yang Wenxiao maintained strict control over the Capital City, and these occurrences quickly came to his ears; he merely smiled casually upon hearing them.

Qiao Xiaomai became a living Wealth God, which indeed matched reality. If the common people sought something to pin their hopes on, let them seek.

Yang Wenxiao was generous and didn’t concern himself with this matter, but Qiao Xiaomai faced it with a speechless expression. Her portrait being sold–did they pay her any royalties?

This was a violation of her portrait rights.

“The common folk don’t understand this; they’re just following the trend,” Tong Sanlang said. “Moreover, historians will definitely record this, and they will also write a separate biographical account of you.”

With the commotion that Qiao Xiaomai caused in Daqi, she would definitely be recorded in the history books and even in official history.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai pursed her lips, “I don’t care about that.”

What mattered was not being in history books, but living well in the present.

It was almost time for Yang Wenxiao’s birthday celebration. What gift should she give?

The ninety-first birthday wasn’t a round-numbered birthday. Yang Wenxiao’s idea was that the members of the Yang Family should just go through the motions; officials, both civil and military, may give some gifts as they pleased, with no other demands.

Last year, neighboring small countries came to offer birthday wishes; this year, the southern countries didn’t come, but envoys from the northern Grasslands and western countries did.