Qiao Xiaomai really didn't want to stir up anything; she was just used to selling some new items to earn a bit of silver to maintain the expenses of the bluestone road along the canal.
Spicy Strips, two hundred pounds a day, two hundred and fifty taels per pound, that's fifty thousand taels a day, and one and a half million taels a month.
If you included the profits from sweet potato balls that rival monkey brains, then it would be several million taels of silver a month.
That was enough to cover the expenses.
Actually, she didn't want to enforce a limit on Spicy Strips. After all, aside from the Capital City, there was an even broader market. But chili peppers were really scarce, and she set the limit after budgeting carefully. Selling two hundred pounds a day like this, the chili peppers could barely last until next spring.
By spring next year, when the winter peppers mature, there would be fresh chili peppers ready to use.
