Old man Zhao raised his head slightly, "What he does has anything to do with us?" Although it is a family division, it is not much different from the severance of the relationship between the third branch and them now. He was too lazy to take care of his third son's affairs, nor could he do so.
"It does matter, Dad. The third brother made candy, and now the whole village wants to sell his candy."
Old Zhao was so frightened that his beard flew up, and Old Sun couldn't believe what she heard. Did the second brother know what he was saying?
"Dad, the third child made candy, maltose."
"How could he possibly make candy?" Old man Zhao murmured. If the descendants of the Zhao family knew the secret recipe for making candy, their descendants would be able to enjoy the blessing endlessly. Even if there is a prodigal son in the family in the future, as long as they have this exclusive secret recipe, the Zhao family will always be able to make a comeback.
Sugar is different from other things and cannot be compared with those small things.
This thing can only make a little money in the hands of the third brother, but it may not be the same in the hands of the eldest brother.
Old man Zhao, whose heart was as dead as water, couldn't help but be moved again, mainly because the temptation was too great.
"Are you sure that the third brother made the candy? Did he make it, not buy it from the county?"
"It's true, Dad. Everyone in the village knows that the third son of the Zhao family sells candy. How can he sell it if he doesn't make it? The reason why the clan leader asked us to go there just now was because of this."
"How do you sell it?" Old Man Zhao asked anxiously.
Old Sun moved her butt forward.
"A pound of silver is worth ten cents, and the villagers go out and sell it for seventy-five cents. Everyone is at the same price, and no one is allowed to sell it higher or lower."
"Ten cents for one pound, and I can earn fifteen cents for one pound."
"Yes, Dad. If we sell two or three kilograms a day, it's more profitable than doing manual labor. The most important thing is that the third brother gave everyone ten cents. The clan leader said that the third brother led the villagers to get rich but didn't make any money. Do you think it's possible? I don't know what my brothers are like. The third brother will definitely make more."
The third brother is very active. He goes out to sell vegetables. Do you know how much he can earn from doing some small business? The third brother mobilized the entire village to run errands for him, and a lot of money flowed into his house, but he himself didn't have to do anything.
The sugar must have been made by the servants, and everyone helped him sell it. I heard that you were not allowed to go to his house to get sugar, and you had to find a reliable person in the village.
He was almost envious of those hands-off shopkeepers who made a lot of money and had a reputation, but didn't even put in any effort.
"Dad, why does my third brother know how to make candy? Could it be that he stole the recipe of our Zhao family's ancestors?" Zhao Dayong's tone was extremely sour, and the deep meaning behind his words was even more terrifying when you think about it carefully.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Our Zhao family has been making a living for generations. How can we have a recipe for making sugar? We may not even eat sugar a few times in our lifetime."
Isn’t Dad very smart? Why doesn't he understand what he means?
"Dad, I mean, what if, what if this recipe for making candy comes from our Zhao family?"
Old Zhao pretended not to know what his second son meant. "Stop talking. This won't work. Everyone knows what our family is like. The patriarch is my eldest brother. Didn't you hear what he said just now? People say that it was the third son's recipe. What's wrong with our Zhao family? As the patriarch of the Zhao family, my eldest brother, the eldest son of our family, doesn't even know it?"
"How about we go and discuss it with the clan leader?" The sugar was so tempting that Zhao Dayong said he really couldn't give it up. His heart, which had been silent for a long time, became active again.
"Don't even think about it. The clan leader didn't tell the third brother before, but now he's telling everyone in the clan that it's the third brother's stuff. My eldest brother will never do something that would slap himself in the face. Don't you know what the third brother is like? When have you ever tried to get an advantage from him?
Second brother, just accept your fate. What you want is not yours. "Old Zhao will not go to Big Brother. He will only get scolded if he says so. If he starts to make trouble, he can still argue. But now that it is a done deal, it is too late to say anything.
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