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

"Go in!" The prison door was opened, Sui He was pushed in, and fell on the hay in the corner. The prison door was closed, and the bailiff who brought him in said nothing, closed the door and left.

Sui He took a long time to adapt. This prison was nothing like what he saw on TV. It didn't have two windows and was too small.

Sui He huddled in a dark corner, thinking about what happened today. It stands to reason that Zhao Dazhuang had only sold maltose a few times, so how could he be targeted by someone? Who was trying to deal with them?

Sui He was still thinking when he suddenly realized that the prison door was opened and a bailiff came out.

"Prisoner Chen Suihe, come with me"

Sui He stood up and followed the yamen runner out. He had squatted for too long and his legs were numb. He almost fell down. Sui He slowed down and followed the yamen runner out.

When she saw the sun again, Sui He realized that it was already daybreak. She had been thinking all night and hadn't slept.

"Hurry up, the master is waiting." The yamen runner saw Sui He standing there and couldn't help but urge him.

"Hey, here I come"

Sui He took a deep breath and quickly followed the yamen runner. As she walked, she thought about the countermeasures.

Before Sui Sui reached the lobby, he heard someone calling him at the gate of the government office. He turned around and saw his grandfather, Father Lin and others standing at the gate, as well as a few familiar villagers.

"Grandpa!" Sui He called out hurriedly.

"Sui Sui, don't be afraid, Grandpa is here." Grandpa looked at the obviously haggard Sui He, his eyes were red, and he held the fence in front of him tightly with his hands. The yamen runners holding water and fire sticks on both sides looked at the surrounding villagers vigilantly.

"Silence" the gavel banged in the hall

The guards on both sides of the "mighty" beat the ground with water and fire sticks, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

"Kneel down!" The yamen runner who brought Sui He here pressed Sui He to his knees. Seeing Sui He kneel down, he stood aside.

The county magistrate glanced at Suihe and said, "Chen Suihe, someone has accused you of being involved in a theft case. Do you have anything to say?"

Sui He was shocked and quickly shook her head and said, "Sir, I am innocent! I didn't steal anything from anyone."

The county magistrate frowned and said, "You said you were wronged, but Mr. Qian said you stole his family's secret recipe for making sugar. Is that true?"

Sui He frowned and said, "Sir, I didn't steal anyone's secret recipe. The secret recipe of maltose is my own. Please be discerning and make the decision for me."

The county magistrate said nothing. He looked up at Sui He with an impatient look in his eyes. He turned around and looked at the person sitting next to him with a smile. The person had a big belly, was dressed in a brocade robe, and was sitting lazily on the armchair next to him. "Mr. Qian, look at this..."

"It's okay, sir. Young people are thin-skinned. It's normal for them to be unwilling to admit it in public. Let's give him a chance, and he will hand over my secret recipe." Qian Yuanwai said slowly, with a smile on his face and a talkative look, but he was a smiling tiger.

"Since Mr. Qian said that my family's secret recipe was stolen from yours, do you have any evidence?" Sui He said

Qian Yuanwai said calmly: "As for the evidence, of course there is some."

When the county magistrate heard what Qian Yuanwai said, he immediately slammed the gavel and said, "Bring me all the witnesses and evidence."

After a while, a man came over from the crowd. Sui He stared at Wang Quan who was walking up, and at the familiar basket in the hand of the yamen runner. It was the maltose that Zhao Dazhuang had been robbed of.

"Chen Suihe, do you know this witness? Is this maltose from your family?" The county magistrate saw that both the witness and the evidence were presented, and immediately asked Suihe

Seeing this, Sui He still had nothing to understand. He was being targeted: "Master, I know this man. He is the waiter of HSBC Restaurant. I used to have business dealings with him. The thing in this basket is the maltose from my family."

The county magistrate nodded and said to Wang Quan, "Since you admit that you know him, then Wang Quan, you go and tell us everything you know."

“Yes, sir.” Wang Quan knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the county magistrate. “When I passed by Mr. Qian’s house a few days ago, I saw someone sneaking around near Mr. Qian’s house. I was curious for a moment, so I took a closer look and found that it was Chen Suihe who used to deliver goods to us, so I paid more attention to him.”

"A few days later, word spread that the secret recipe was missing from Mr. Qian's family. Plus, Zhao Dazhuang, the candy seller, used to come with Chen Suihe's grandfather to deliver goods to us, so I dare to guess that Chen Suihe stole Mr. Qian's secret recipe and made maltose to sell in town, and was caught red-handed by Mr. Qian's family."

"You are slandering me!" Sui He glared at Wang Quan angrily, "I didn't steal Mr. Qian's secret recipe at all!"

The county magistrate knocked on the gavel, "Stop making a noise! ​​Wang Quan, do you have any other evidence?"

"Yes!" Wang Quan pointed to the basket of maltose, "This is the evidence! This candy tastes as sweet as the one made with the lost secret recipe of Mr. Qian's family."

Sui He sneered, "Ridiculous, all the candies in the world taste sweet, it's impossible that all those candies are from Mr. Qian's family."

At this time, Qian Yuanwai, who had been silent all the time, spoke up: "Chen Suihe, I don't want to embarrass you. As long as you hand over my family's secret recipe, I can forgive you. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you."

Qian Yuanwai's family also sells sugar, but due to the limitation of technology, most of the sugar they make is brown sugar, which is not as sweet as maltose. Suddenly, a kind of maltose appeared on the market, and he had never seen it before in terms of color and style. He knew how huge the profit of sugar was, so he was interested.

In addition, HSBC Tower also had the intention, and the two hit it off and decided to join forces. He got the secret recipe of maltose, and HSBC Tower drove the Chen family out of Yingcheng.

Sui He gnashed his teeth in anger, "I didn't steal your secret recipe at all, why would I hand it over to you!"

The county magistrate and Mr. Qian looked at each other, as if they had reached some kind of cooperation. Their eyes flashed, "Humph, the witnesses and evidence are all here, and you, Chen Suihe, still want to deny it. It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin."

He drew out the warrant and threw it in front of Sui He, and ordered the runners on both sides: "Beat him until he confesses."

"Yes." A yamen runner came out from both sides and pressed Sui He to the ground.

"No, you can't fight!" Grandpa was so anxious outside the yamen that he wanted to rush in to protect Sui He, but he was stopped by the yamen runners.

"Are you planning to force a confession out of me?" Sui He was pinned to the ground, unable to move, and shouted in humiliation.

"Chen Suihe, you'd better confess, or you will suffer physical pain." The county magistrate snorted coldly.

"No, I will never yield to you"

"You are such a stubborn person. Today I will see who is harder, your bones or my stick. Beat me."

The bailiff hit him with the stick in his hand. Sui He gritted his teeth and endured the pain of the stick falling on his body.

It hurts, it hurts so much, beads of sweat drip down my hair, and my lips are bitten by my teeth because of the severe pain.

Through my blurred eyes soaked by sweat and tears, I watched the county magistrate chatting and laughing with Mr. Qian on the stage.

The sound in my ears has become blurred

Do you admit it?

No, I don't admit it, I didn't do it, I don't admit it,