After Shen Qing finished speaking, Liu Yan’er, hearing it, was momentarily stunned.

It seemed like she had thought of something, her eyes filled with helplessness and confusion.

She then shook her head and forced out a bitter smile.

She lowered her head, tightly gripping the sleeve of Head Constable Sun’s coat, and said unwillingly, “If we can’t bring Jiang Yu back, my mother will suffer in the Liu family.”

Head Constable Sun glanced at Jiang Yu, who was determined to destroy everything, then looked at the unwavering Jiang family, as well as the villagers who were crouched on the walls of the courtyard in layers, and gritted his teeth, persuading her: “Today was a mistake. There are too many of them, and forcing them to leave probably won’t work. Don’t worry. I will gather the constables and come again. Rest assured, there is nothing Sun Gui cannot do!”

These villagers, without power or influence, trying to take away a divorced woman—what difficulty is that?

They won’t be able to stir up any storm.

Liu Yan’er smiled charmingly and praised, “Sun Lang is truly a man~ But you need to hurry, there’s so much work at home waiting to be done, washing and cooking…”

Sun Gui’s face showed pride, and he thought to himself that in a couple of days off, once he was back on duty, he would gather people to come.

Let the Jiang family wait, they won’t have peaceful days.

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After Sun Constable took Liu Yan’er away, Jiang Erye cupped his hands in gratitude, saying, “Thank you all for speaking up today.”

Jiang Yu bowed to everyone in gratitude.

The villagers, on the other hand, felt a bit embarrassed and quickly said, “Ah, no need to be so polite in a village like ours.”

“Jiang Yu grew up before our eyes. Helping to speak a few words doesn’t cost money or effort, it’s no big deal, nothing to thank us for.”

In the warm atmosphere, Wang Fuguo sneaked away with his face covered in mud.

He had originally planned to stay to watch the drama, hoping to see the Jiang family suffer because of offending the Liu family.

But in the end, he saw no drama. It was as if he was laughing at his own village.

In the scene of gratitude, he had become an outsider…

Well, if he’s irrelevant, so be it.

His family didn’t need help from the village, they had enough people on their own.

They couldn’t count on the villagers, and there was no need for them to suffer either.

Who said neighbors had to get along? He had lived for decades without good relationships, and things were just fine. No big deal.

Moreover, since Jiang Yu offended the Liu family, she had offended Sun Constable.

Offending Sun Constable meant offending the officials…

The villagers were so short-sighted, daring to help her speak, and now they would have their good days ruined.

Maybe in a couple of days, Sun Constable would come again, and they’d have some bad times…

The more he thought about it, the more he felt he was being smart. Wang Fuguo hummed a little tune and gradually walked away.

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After the crowd dispersed, Shen Qing had Zhou Yan and Liu Xiulan escort Jiang Yu home.

She also wanted them to comfort her properly.

Zhou Yan and Liu Xiulan took the task, supporting Jiang Yu on either side, sincerely advising, “Little sister, please don’t do anything rash.”

“The days with the Liu family are over. We’ll live well from now on.”

Jiang Yu smiled brightly: “Don’t worry, elder sisters, Big Sister treats me very well, and the family is kind to me. I won’t do anything rash.”

She could die, but she would never again just plan to die secretly like before.

She wasn’t afraid of dying anymore, so why should she let the people who pushed her to the brink of death off the hook?

The Liu family and Sun Constable had wronged her, and even if she died, she would drag them down with her to prevent them from troubling the Jiang family again.

She had thought about it over the past few days. Now, she was once again a Jiang family member.

If she directly confronted the Liu family and Sun Constable, not only would she be unable to win, but if she killed them, the officials would hold her big sister and their children accountable, punishing the entire Jiang family.

Only by speaking like she did earlier could she intimidate Sun Constable, make him fear a little.

But how long would that fear last?

Zhao Mingyue was worried: “Do you think this girl Jiang Yu might do something rash?”

Things were already bad enough, and after finally calming down for a few days, this happened.

Not everyone in the village was kind, like the person who secretly spread news to Jiang Yu, hoping to watch her misfortune.

They loved the spectacle of others’ misfortunes.

Worried, she muttered, “A woman’s reputation is so important. Even a little gossip can destroy a life. What should we do?”

“Don’t worry, Third Aunt. Reputation matters only if the woman cares. Once she doesn’t, it doesn’t matter. What Jiang Yu cares about now is her family. As long as we stop Sun Constable from coming to make trouble, Jiang Yu won’t do anything rash,” Shen Qing analyzed.

Zhao Mingyue thought about Jiang Yu’s spirit in the last few days.

It really was different from how she had looked in the Liu family; she seemed to be reborn.

But, “How do we stop Sun Constable from coming to make trouble?”

Shen Qing leaned closer to Zhao Mingyue, lowered her voice, and explained in detail.

As she listened, Zhao Mingyue’s furrowed brows relaxed, and then she slapped her thigh: “Why didn’t I think of that? Qing’er, you wait for news from Third Aunt. I’ll handle it tomorrow, it’ll be done well!”

Zhao Mingyue’s family went to prepare, and Shen Qing hurriedly started her small class for Jiang Yu’s second and fifth uncles.

“Tofu is an affordable, everyday food, and most families in the city can afford it. Villages also grow soybeans, so they’re willing to trade for it, but maltose is different.

It costs over seventy wen per pound. Most families can’t afford it, and those who can won’t buy it from the street vendors, afraid they’ll be shortchanged.

If we use wheat or glutinous rice to trade, even though grain is tight this month, next month when the wheat harvest comes, only a few families will be willing to trade their wheat for maltose.”

Jiang Ying and Jiang Dalang kept nodding, and Jiang Master II and Master V nodded subtly.

“So, the selling method for tofu isn’t suitable for maltose. We still need to cooperate with sugar shops, pastry shops, or even powder shops. We’ll supply them, and they’ll sell it. The profit will be lower, but it has the advantage of freeing up manpower to focus on production.” Shen Qing finished and asked, “What do you think?”

At night, they couldn’t make it clearly, so they could only make it during the day, with each batch taking three to five hours.

In the morning and afternoon, they could make one batch at most.

The men did the preparation work, and the women made the maltose.

Then they sent two people to deliver the goods.

It would be a small sugar-making workshop, saving energy and effort, focusing only on the sugar-making process.

Jiang Dalang was pleasantly surprised: “I think it’s great!”

He had originally been worried about where to sell it.

What if this expensive thing didn’t sell?

Even if it did, how much could they sell in a day?

Jiang Ying calculated conservatively: “We have many people, three big iron pots, making small batches at a time, and once the malt increases, we can easily make several dozen pounds a day.”

Shen Qing: Not just that. The book says pure boiling can make over a hundred pounds a day.

There’s a lot of room for growth.

That’s why we need to wholesale.

Retail is too slow.

They need money, and the quicker, the better.

The next morning, Zhao Mingyue took Jiang Daxi and Hong Hehua to cooperate, pulling the tofu cart straight to Shengping Alley.