Yuan Xin was truly impressed by Song Ze, the sixth brother.

Fortunately, he thought of keeping a few extra bottles for his family and didn't pre-order all 50 bottles at once, otherwise how would he explain it to his colleagues now?

Yuan Xin snorted angrily, "Song Ze, you'd better give me back 5 bottles right now, or you'll lose my good brother soon."

"Don't be so stingy, the next batch of goods will arrive in another week," Song Ze said with a kind smile.

In the end, Yuan Xin could only swallow his pride and admit defeat: "If you dare to touch the next batch of goods again, I'll really turn on you."

He was truly at his wit's end. The person who made the chili sauce was Song Ze's girlfriend's mother, so how could she take the chili sauce from him?

Song Ze carried 10 bottles of chili sauce home and placed them on the table.

"Here you go, all the hot sauce you wanted is here."

Grandpa Shen excitedly opened the cloth bag and was overjoyed to see that there were 10 bottles inside.

Then, feeling a little embarrassed, she said, "Making so much chili sauce must have been hard on Xia's mother. I've had someone prepare a small gift for you to send over."

"Oh, didn't the old man look down on my girlfriend because she's a country girl? Why are you giving her a gift?" Song Ze said with a smile, teasing Old Master Shen.

Old Master Shen glared at him: "You little brat, you dare to laugh at me now?"

It wasn't that he looked down on her because she was from the countryside; he was just terrified of Song Ze's scumbag father and afraid that the little girl didn't genuinely like Song Ze.

The reason they're not objecting now is because Song Ze is determined to be with Xia Qingqing, and his meddling is just annoying.

As he gets older, Song Ze will have his own choices, whether good or bad.

Seeing that the old man was really angry, Song Ze quickly suppressed his smile and said, "Grandpa, I was just joking with you. I'll send the things over tomorrow."

Grandpa Shen gave him a hard knock on the head: "And these chili sauces, send three bottles to your aunt's family, send three bottles to your uncle's family, and keep the rest for home."

Song Ze gave a military salute: "Yes, sir. I guarantee I will complete the mission."

...

Yuan Xin waited for more than a week before finally receiving the second batch of chili sauce.

This time he didn't foolishly pre-order them, since he wasn't worried about selling them anyway.

He was much more cautious this time, and even opened the package to count the bottles. As a result, only 40 of the 50 bottles of hot sauce remained in his hands.

Yuan Xin couldn't stand it anymore, gritting his teeth and glaring at Song Ze:

"You took 10 bottles last time and it wasn't enough, so you took 10 more this time. Are you eating hot sauce like it's your main meal?"

Seeing that he was really angry, Song Ze quickly explained, "It really wasn't me this time, it was A Yuan who took it. If you want trouble, go find him."

He took out 20 yuan from his pocket and handed it over: "Here, this is the money he gave me for the chili sauce."

Coincidentally, when Song Ze went to Qingqing's school to pick up his package, he ran into Ning Zhiyuan, who was on a mission.

After eating that bottle of chili sauce last time, Ning Zhiyuan had been thinking about asking Song Ze for two more bottles. Now that he had the chance to meet him, how could he not ask?

Upon hearing that Yuan Xin had obtained 50 bottles, he immediately grabbed 10 bottles.

Yuan Xin was furious with these two; he was truly blessed to have these two good brothers.

Despite his anger, Yuan Xin still had to collect the money, and he angrily stuffed the 20 yuan into his pants pocket.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and the anger on his face vanished. Instead, he gave Song Ze a fawning smile:

“Hey, we’re all brothers here, it’s just 10 bottles of chili sauce, taking 20 bottles wouldn’t be a problem.”

Song Ze subconsciously took a step back: "Just say what you want to say, don't give me this crap, it's a little scary."

Yuan Xin's smile vanished, and he made a gesture, saying, "I'd like another 200 bottles of chili sauce."

Song Ze knew he was up to no good, and scoffed, "Dream on, there's not a single bottle left."

Yuan Xin wailed, "Why? This is such a good way to make money!"

He did some calculations privately and found that the cost of this chili sauce was not much, and making a profit of half was not a problem at all. So he couldn't understand why he didn't continue making it. Did he have a grudge against money?

Song Ze rolled his eyes at him: "Brother, where did you get so many materials? Besides, it's not convenient to move around too much in the countryside. It would be troublesome if we got caught."

Big cities are a bit better, with the market showing signs of loosening recently, but the local customs in small places like Shihe Brigade are still quite conservative.

Yuan Xin was somewhat helpless, but he also expressed his understanding. Money is easy to earn, but life is more important.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Why don't you ask your girlfriend if she sells the recipe for this chili sauce? If they don't dare to make it, I can find someone to make it."

"Are you serious?" Song Ze looked at Yuan Xin in surprise.

Yuan Xin said seriously, "Of course, I'm willing to pay 500 yuan for the chili sauce making technique and recipe."

This price isn't low. He wasn't talking about buying out the entire recipe, but just buying a copy of the formula so the Xia family can continue selling the chili sauce.

Seeing that he wasn't joking, Song Ze nodded and said, "Alright, I'll ask Qingqing for you."

......

When Xia Qingqing heard Song Ze say that Yuan Xin wanted to buy a chili sauce recipe, she raised an eyebrow in surprise: "I can't make that decision either. Let me ask my mom first."

The recipe ultimately belongs to Zhang Hongyan, and whether or not she agrees to sell it is also up to her.

“Okay, then ask Aunt Zhang if we need to raise the price of the formula,” Song Ze asked. If we needed to raise the price, he could talk to Yuan Xin about it.

Xia Qingqing burst out laughing: "Are you really not afraid that Yuan Xin will beat you to death?"

"What's wrong with that? Of course I'll help my family," Song Ze said matter-of-factly.

Xia Qingqing thought about it carefully and concluded that Yuan Xin's price was already very fair. He must have given a high price because of Song Ze, so there was no need to raise the price further.

——

Shihe Brigade.

Zhang Hongyan and Xia Heping have been in incredibly good spirits lately. In just over a month, they've earned more than two hundred yuan. Anyone would be happy in that situation.

However, the two were also adept at making a fortune in silence, and never revealed a word about their business to anyone else.

Gou Dan felt the benefits of his family making money even more. The food at home was getting better and better. He was almost tired of the steamed egg custard that he used to be reluctant to eat. His mother would stew a bowl for him every day, saying that she wanted him to eat more so that he could grow taller.

Originally, Gou Dan was about the same height as Da Niu, or even a little shorter, but now he's half a head taller than Da Niu.

No matter how low-key they try to be, the fact that the family of three eats and dresses well is obvious to anyone with eyes to see. However, most people assume that this change is brought about by Xia Qingqing.

Although everyone felt envious and jealous, there was nothing they could do; after all, they didn't have a golden phoenix in their own family.

Others might accept it, but Xia Hecai couldn't. Seeing his second brother's family getting better and better made him feel incredibly anxious.

We're all brothers, how can you, Xia Heping, secretly make a fortune by yourself? Now that life is better, it's not too much to ask you to help support our parents in their old age.