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The noisy Zhao's house suddenly became quiet.

"Who is it?" the village head's wife asked

"It's me. Is Village Chief Zhao home?" The person who spoke at the door was my second grandfather.

"I'm at home, I'll be right out." Village Chief Zhao, who recognized the second grandfather's voice, turned pale, thinking that they were here to settle accounts. He snatched the maltose from Zhao Dazhuang's hand, tidied his clothes, and went to open the door with a complicated look: "I'll deal with you when I come back."

Village Chief Zhao opened the door and saw Second Grandfather standing at the gate of the yard.

Zhao Dazhuang lowered his head, his eyes red. Zhao Xiaohua walked forward and gently hooked her hand around her brother's little finger. Zhao Dazhuang then took Zhao Xiaohua's thin hand and held it tightly.

The sound at the door was intermittent, and the people in the room could not hear clearly. They only vaguely saw Village Chief Zhao handing the thing in his hand to the second grandfather, who waved his hand and pushed the candy bag back.

The two of them talked back and forth for a while, and then the second grandfather waved his hand and left. Village Chief Zhao stood at the door for a while, then turned around, closed the courtyard door, and walked towards the main room.

Standing in front of Zhao Dazhuang who lowered his head for a long time without saying a word

Zhao Dazhuang lowered his head, not daring to breathe, and held the corner of his clothes tightly with his hands.

Seeing his son like this, Village Chief Zhao sighed and stuffed the candy bag in his hand back into Zhao Dazhuang's hand: "Forget it, forget it, you are grown up now, do whatever you want to do" and then turned back to his room.

Zhao Dazhuang took the maltose and stared at his father with red eyes until the door closed. A tear fell from the corner of his eye.

The next morning, Sui He got up yawning, slowly opened the gate, and was startled by a figure squatting in the corner.

"Oh my god, Zhao Dazhuang, you're going to scare me to death." Sui He patted his heart, which was beating rapidly because of the fright: "Why did you come so early?"

"Brother Chen, today is the day for delivery. I'm here to help." Zhao Dazhuang lowered his head and stood at the door. He didn't dare to look up at Sui He.

Sui He didn't say anything, but just looked at him steadily. After a while, he walked aside and said, "Come in."

Zhao Dazhuang lowered his head, walked in from the door, skillfully pulled out the cart, and arranged the ropes on the cart.

Looking at Zhao Dazhuang who was working silently with his head down, Sui He shook her head. It was her fault. She didn't think it through.

Last night, she heard a loud noise coming from the village chief's house. She thought something happened in their family. When her grandfather came back from the homestead, he turned around and walked out.

Not long after, he came back with a gloomy face, and the noise from the village chief's house became quieter. At that time, she thought it was nothing, and asked her grandfather curiously what happened, "Grandpa, what happened to the village chief's house?"

Grandpa looked at the curious Sui He and asked, "Sui Sui, did you teach Zhao Da Zhuang how to make maltose?"

Sui He was confused and didn't understand what was going on: "Yes, Grandpa, I promised Zhao Dazhuang that he would come to my house to help, and I would teach him how to make maltose. What's wrong?"

"Didn't we agree to pay him for his work? Why did you want to teach him how to make maltose?" Grandpa continued to ask patiently.

Hearing this, Sui He's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that there was something wrong with the maltose? "What happened to Grandpa? Is there something wrong with the maltose? I tasted it and there is no problem."

Seeing Sui He's anxious look, Grandpa quickly said: "There is nothing wrong with the maltose. You think so but you haven't discovered the most critical problem here."

"Let me ask you, do you think it's worthwhile to use a recipe for making maltose to get Zhao Dazhuang to work at home?" Grandpa said, "Do you think it's pitiful that Zhao Dazhuang has a lame leg? Using the recipe to get him to help, you think you can help him and relieve the pressure on the family at the same time?"

"Yes," Sui He lowered his head and responded in a low voice.

Grandpa sighed helplessly. Sui Sui still had a lot to learn. "But, Sui Sui, you know, what the world lacks the least is labor, what it lacks the most is ways to make money. A few cents can make a healthy person work for you, but the way to make money is in short supply. Do you understand?"

"You're giving someone else the job of such a valuable recipe. What will Village Chief Zhao's family think? What will Village Chief Zhao think? If the news gets out, what will the villagers of Qingshan Village think?"

Grandpa's words exploded in Sui He's head. She really didn't think so much. She just thought that the family's money would still be left after building the house. In addition, the tofu business could bring a fixed income every day. She could also make malt sugar to sell, but a person's energy is limited. There are few people in the family, and she knows the principle of biting off more than she can chew, so she simply gave up.

Zhao Dazhuang happened to bring it up, it was just a prescription that he didn't use, so why couldn't he exchange it for something he needed? Plus, she really liked Zhao Dazhuang's character, so she had the urge to help him.

Was she really wrong?

In the modern world with abundant materials, people are no longer satisfied with material things, but pursue higher spiritual satisfaction. These recipes of Suihehui are all learned from major short video platforms. In modern times, you can find tutorials for various snacks as long as you want.

It came so easily that Sui He forgot that this was in ancient times, a time of scarcity, hunger and cold.

Sui He used Fang Zi to exchange for Zhao Da Zhuang to do the work, which was just like using a piece of gold to sell a lollipop in modern times.

Thinking of this, Sui He raised her head and looked at her grandfather: "Grandpa, I understand, I know I was wrong, I didn't think so much, I just, I just..." As she spoke, Sui He's eyes became red. She shouldn't think about things with the thinking of modern people. Different environments require different ways of dealing with people.

Grandpa sighed when he saw Sui He like this. Sui Sui was still a child: "It's good that you know you're wrong. It's not too late to change now. I've already told Village Chief Zhao that he won't care about Zhao Da Zhuang anymore. You have to think carefully about how to deal with this matter next."

Because of the conversation in the evening, Sui He thought about it all night, which resulted in him getting up late this morning.

At this time, Zhao Dazhuang had already tidied up the cart. He raised his head and looked at Suihe firmly with his pair of red and swollen eyes.

"Brother Chen, I know that my request was too much. I didn't think too much about it at the time. I came here today just to tell you that no matter what you decide, I support you. Even if you take the recipe back, it doesn't matter. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else the recipe."

Sui He looked at Zhao Da Zhuang, feeling even more guilty. She gritted her teeth and said the method she had been thinking about all night last night.

"I'm sorry, Da Zhuang. I didn't think things through. I apologize to you, but I've already taught you maltose, and that won't change," Sui He continued, "How about this, the recipe is still mine, just consider it as my technology investment, we can cooperate, I'll provide the recipe, you make it, and sell it, and we'll split the proceeds 50-50, how about that?"

Zhao Dazhuang's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously.

"Yeah, thank you, Brother Chen! I will definitely work hard!"