So what if you flee from famine? Start all over again and live a good life every day

"Okay, Brother Chen," Zhao Dazhuang nodded.

Two bowls of maltose were pulled and cut into pieces, and hundreds of candies of different sizes were produced.

Sui He picked out some of them, packed the rest, and handed them to Zhao Dazhuang

"You have learned how to make maltose, right? Take these back and remember to share them with your friends."

"Thank you, Brother Chen. I learned it, but I can't take this candy. I only gave a handful of wheat, and the rest was all given by you. I can't take the candy you made." Zhao Dazhuang waved his hand to indicate that he didn't want the candy.

"My family can't finish all this, so you can take the rest back. When you make money in the future, just pay me back the cost. Consider this as a loan from me to you." Sui He stuffed the paper bag in his hand into Zhao Dazhuang's hand without saying anything, and started to drive him away: "It's getting late, go back early and don't let your family worry."

Zhao Dazhuang, who was pushed out, thought about it, a look of determination flashed across his face, and he said to Sui He: "Thank you, Brother Chen, I will definitely pay you back when I make money in the future." After that, he went home holding the maltose in his hand.

"Sui Sui, you want to help him." Second Grandma saw Zhao Dazhuang walking away, and came to Sui He and said quietly: "You asked him to help, and you taught him how to make malt sugar. The malt sugar business is a profitable business, so are you willing to give it away?"

Sui He smiled, took Second Grandma's hand and walked into the house, "We are living a better life now, any help we can give is appreciated. Besides, Da Zhuang is a good person, it won't be a loss if we help him, we can just consider it as a good relationship."

Second Grandma sighed, "You are just kind-hearted. But Grandma is not a stingy person. If you want to help him, then help him. But you have to be more careful when helping others. Don't help everyone. Also, you have to inform Dazhuang about this matter. Don't say that you taught him to do it, otherwise other people will blame you."

"Yes, I know, grandma." Sui He nodded. She didn't know why she wanted to help Zhao Dazhuang. Her family was doing better now. Maybe it was because she knew that Zhao Dazhuang would rather break his leg to bring his sister back.

Or maybe it was because he went out early and came back late every day to bring her fresh pig grass and help her family make tofu. No matter how hard or tiring it was, he never complained.

Who knows

"Mom, little sister" Zhao Dazhuang ran home excitedly holding a big bag of maltose

"Where have you been at this late hour? How dare you come back?" The village head's wife came out with a stick in her hand.

"Hey, mother, don't hit me first, look what I brought back." Zhao Dazhuang dodged his mother's stick and rushed into the main room with a twist of his butt.

"Little sister, come out quickly and see what your brother has brought you." Zhao Dazhuang ran to the table in the main hall and put the maltose in his hand on the table. The maltose piled up on the table like a small mountain.

"Brother, what did you bring back?" Zhao Xiaohua came out from the next room and looked at the things on the table curiously.

"This is candy, come and try it to see if it tastes good." Zhao Dazhuang picked the biggest one and put it into Zhao Xiaohua's mouth.

"Hmm... so sweet, it's really sugar" Zhao Xiaohua's eyes sparkled after eating the maltose, just like the stars in the night sky.

"Brother, is this maltose? Brother Chen finally made it." Zhao Erzhuang also came out from the next room and was about to take one to eat, but was knocked away by Zhao Dazhuang: "Brother, what are you doing? Give me one."

"This is for you." Zhao Dazhuang picked out a small candy from a pile of candies and gave it to Zhao Erzhuang: "You can eat this one, I have a use for the others."

"???" Zhao Erzhuang looked at the maltose in his hand and wailed: "No way, brother, why are you so stingy?"

"Where did these come from?" Village Chief Zhao came out upon hearing the noise, picked up a piece of maltose and examined it carefully.

"I know, this is made by Brother Chen." Zhao Erzhuang put the maltose in his hand into his mouth: "Last time, Brother Chen asked us to take a handful of wheat and said he would make maltose for us. I didn't expect it to be really made. But such a small amount of wheat actually made so much maltose."

"What are you thinking? How can you make so much sugar with such a small amount of wheat? Brother Chen even added wheat from his own farm." Zhao Dazhuang interrupted his brother and said that he not only added wheat but also japonica rice.

"Is this candy?" The village head's wife also took one and put it under her nose to smell it. The next second, she smelled a sweet smell: "It really is candy!"

"It's so sweet, mom, try it." Zhao Dazhuang picked two and handed them to the village chief and his wife. The two took the candy and took a careful bite. The next second, they looked at each other and said, "It's really candy."

"Zhao Dazhuang, please send it back to me. We can't take such a precious thing." Village Chief Zhao said with a stern face. He packed up the maltose on the table and wanted to send it back to Suihe's family.

"Dad, this is what Brother Chen promised to give me. Not only that, he also taught me how to make maltose." Zhao Dazhuang grabbed the sugar bag and was unwilling to let go: "When I learn how to make it, I will make maltose and sell it in town. I want to make money from it."

"What did you say? He also taught you how to make maltose?" Village Chief Zhao was shocked: "You are confused. Why did he teach you how to make maltose, and why did you accept his recipe? Send it back to me, and pretend that you don't have it in the future." These days, if a family has a skill that can make money, they will keep it secret. How could they teach this way of making money to an outsider?

"I work for his family, I cut grass for their pigs, and I make tofu for them. This is the salary he promised to give me." Zhao Dazhuang stiffened his neck and his face turned red.

"That little bit of stuff is worth a sugar-making recipe? Forget about your help. The soy milk and tofu you bring back every day can't cover your wages. Those things are fine, but now you're so bold that you dare to trick people into giving you the recipe." Village Chief Zhao became more and more angry. He snatched the stick from his wife's hand and pointed at Zhao Dazhuang: "I must beat you to death today."

"Hit me if you want, even if you want to kill me, I won't send it back anyway. This is given to me by Brother Chen, you have no right to ask me to send it back." Zhao Dazhuang straightened his body, still being hit by the stick.

"Daddy, don't hit my brother!" Zhao Xiaohua cried and rushed over to hug Village Chief Zhao's legs, trying to stop him.

"Boss, put down the stick, talk nicely, don't hurt the child!" The village head's wife also went up to stop him.

"Brother, hurry up and send him back." Zhao Erzhuang pulled his elder brother and tried to push his brother out of the door.

"I won't leave. If you want to beat me, just beat me to death." Zhao Dazhuang was still being pushed by his brother, holding the candy bag in his hand without moving. He was not an ignorant child. He knew that his family was in financial difficulty. Now that he finally had a way to make money, he was unwilling to just give up.

"You, you, you are still stubborn with me, right? Either you send it back to me today, or I will beat you to death today." Village Chief Zhao pointed at Zhao Dazhuang. Village Chief Zhao, who had always been upright, had never stretched out his hand to others in his life. Unexpectedly, one day his own child gave him a big thunder.

Village Chief Zhao was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.

"Snack Buckle"

There was a knock on the door of Village Chief Zhao's house, which was still noisy.