"Dad, I'm not willing to accept this. How am I worse than the third brother? Why is he getting better and better while I'm still rolling in the mud? I don't believe he can make malt sugar without a recipe. Even if it's not our ancestral recipe, he must have stolen someone else's recipe."
"That's his business, old man. Do you want to sell the third brother's candy?" Old man Zhao changed the subject. Continuing the conversation would do no good except to increase his son's delusions.
"Dad, you...don't we really want to fight for it?"
Old man Zhao raised his head sadly, "If there is hope, would Dad not help you? Do you think I don't want to see all my grandchildren become outstanding? Do you think I am not upset that the third branch is so powerful now? The third brother has no sons, and everything in the future will be Xiao Yu's, and all will be taken advantage of by Xiao Lei, an outsider. Once the third brother dies, what kind of relatives are we to them?
But what to do? The third brother doesn’t get along with us, he’s unwilling to help us! "As Old Man Zhao spoke, he could not help but feel grief-stricken. He slapped the hard kang under his hands and shed two lines of tears.
Mrs. Sun couldn't bear to see her husband so sad. They could quarrel, but what about being forced by her son?
"Don't force your father. If he says no, then no. You can earn 15 cents per pound. You and your wife can earn a lot together, right? Old man, you didn't do it for me, so give up!"
My words pierced Zhao Dayong to pieces. He didn't have the fate of a master. He only had the fate of a worker, right?
"Dad, if you come back, not only will I benefit, but my brother will be left out too."
"Dad, no matter how good you say it is, it's useless. I can't be the boss of the third brother. If you can persuade your uncle to ask for the prescription, Dad is willing to come forward with you to force the third brother. If you can't even persuade him, Dad advises you to give up the idea."
"But Dad, my third brother's family has so much food that we can't finish it all."
"It's his fault if he can't finish it. Old San is a man of love. Look at Liu Shunzi's friends. They've all become bad boys. It's all your fault for going too far in the past with the boss. So do I and Maihua. As humans, no one can see the end. You have to leave some room for others, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"
If they had been nicer to the third brother back then, he would not have just watched them suffer in poverty. Now the whole family must be living a good life with servants at their disposal.
"Don't even think about getting a bunch of people to force the third brother. You know, he is now very powerful and has acquaintances outside. At worst, the whole family can pack up and leave our village. By then, you will be the sinners of the whole village, and maybe we won't even be allowed to stay in the village anymore."
Zhao Dayong was splashed with a basin of ice and immediately woke up. Yes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows. He had heard before that there were big houses in the county town of Lao San, and maybe there were some in the provincial capital as well. He moved away, just as suddenly as he disappeared before, how could they find him?
No matter how bad their relationship is now, he is still Zhao Dashu's elder brother, and he can still help his parents a little when they have problems...
"Dad, I understand. I'll discuss selling candy with my family later." When Zhao Dayong left, he was no different from a frost-bitten eggplant.
"Old man, I think what you said makes sense. Isn't it that our Zhao family is just lacking a secret recipe that has been passed down from generation to generation?"
"Or you can do it."
Old Sun shut up for a while, "Old man, can I buy some to sell to my mother's family?"
Old man Zhao just lay down on the kang and turned over. He didn't want to talk to the idiot. You help your mother's family, he helps your mother's family, and your mother's family helps your mother's family again. Everything is a mess. You can't even sell maltose. Maltose costs sixty cents in the whole county.
"Can you please say something?" Old Sun pushed Old Zhao in despair, "Don't pretend to be dead, what are you sleeping for? My eldest brother is not your eldest brother-in-law!"
"No, no, the clan leader must have said that only our village can sell it, otherwise it will be a mess."
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