Zhao Qinghe and his uncle came to the shop and saw Wang Yuan picking up the iron pot and pouring the mixed syrup and yellow mud into the funnel with straw.

"Dad, look!"

Zhao Qinghe pouted.

My uncle looked at him in surprise:

Da da...

The black sugar slag leaked out from below, and the syrup in the funnel began to layer.

Soon, white sugar crystallized above, brown sugar in the middle, and brown sugar residue at the bottom.

"Brown sugar, white sugar"

Zhao Qinghe's eyes were flying out soon.

Brown sugar is the cheapest one hundred vats per pound, and brown sugar is 300 vats per pound. There is no white sugar on the market yet.

Look at the ratio of three-color sugar in the funnel, 50% white sugar, 30% brown sugar, and 20% black residue.

Brown sugar alone is almost enough for the cost of brown sugar, and the money sold for white sugar is pure profitable.

Uncle, Wang Hanshan, Dahu, Wang Sihai were surprised and surprised, and didn't understand why this was happening.

Erhu asked directly: "Brother Yuan, why did the yellow mud turn into brown sugar and white sugar after pouring yellow mud?"

Everyone was curious.

Wang Yuan briefly explained: "There are pigment impurities in the brown sugar, and the yellow mud can absorb pigment impurities, so brown sugar and white sugar appear."

Daye sugar production is relatively basic, and sugar cane is planted in the south to make black sugar.

A few people also use wood ash and duck eggs to remove the color and make brown sugar.

No one has discovered the method of making sugar.

The yellow mud decolorization method was the peak of the ancient Chinese sugar-making process, and was used in the industrial era.

He is a doctor of chemistry and is very clear about the principles of this low-level process.

"pigment?"

“Impurity?”

"Adsorption?"

Everyone can't understand!

Wang Yuan twisted a piece of sugar: "Try it all."

The six people surrounded the funnel and carefully twisted a little sugar and put it in their mouths.

Zhao Qinghe had bright eyes: "It's so sweet, much sweeter than brown sugar!"

"Well, it's sweeter than brown sugar."

Wang Sihai agreed seriously, as if he had really eaten brown sugar.

Sugar is a tonic and the villagers cannot afford it.

Only when the villagers visit relatives during festivals can they eat some sugar, all of which are brown sugar.

Brown sugar, eaten by rich people.

"I have only eaten brown sugar, and this white sugar is much sweeter than brown sugar."

The two tigers are realistic, but they don’t pretend to be a big-tailed wolf.

Uncle, Uncle Hanshan, Dahu twisted the brown sugar and tasted it again, and nodded violently after comparing.

"White sugar is sweeter, and its real medicinal value is not as good as brown sugar!"

Wang Yuan glanced at Zhao Qinghe: "When girls need to replenish blood, it is best to drink brown sugar water."

Zhao Qinghe's face turned red and she gave Wang Yuan a fierce look: "Bah, scoundrel!"

Uncle, Wang Hanshan coughed dryly.

The big tiger, the two tigers, and the three young men from all over the world were inexplicably seen.

Erhu said again: "Brother Yuan, how do you know this method?"

"Also need to ask?"

Wang Sihai raised his head and said confidently: "It must be Wang Yuan who studied in books."

"Great clever!"

Wang Yuan gave a thumbs up. Wang Sihai was so puzzled, so he could not make up the reason.

"Fool!"

Looking at Wang Sihai with a proud look on his face, Zhao Qinghe rolled her eyes.

If there is a method to make sugar in the book, it will have been sold on the market long ago, and I will wait until my cousin makes it!

"Yuan'er!"

My uncle opened his mouth and got to the point: "How much does this sugar cost per pound?"

Erhu touched his head: "Brown sugar is sold for 300 yuan. This white sugar, which is sweeter than brown sugar, has to be sold for 400 yuan no matter how hard it is!"

The big tiger nodded repeatedly, and four hundred folks per pound of sugar had already made a lot of money.

"Four hundred citations are too low!"

Wang Sihai waved his hand and the lion spoke loudly: "In my opinion, he will sell it for 600 yuan, and sell it twice the price of brown sugar!"

Uncle and Uncle Hanshan shook their heads together: "White sugar is more than twice as sweet as brown sugar, and it is a bit lower than 600 cigarettes. It should be sold for 800 cigarettes per kilogram!"

Zhao Qinghe was the most courageous: "Eight hundred cigars are low. This sugar is not sold to ordinary people, and it can only be enjoyed by rich people. I think it will add another two hundred cigars to make up a pound of money. Cousin, what do you think?"

"One pound is always there!"

Everyone took a breath of air conditioning.

One hundred pounds of brown sugar, one pound of white sugar can be sold for ten pounds of brown sugar.

"Let's have a meal first!"

Wang Yuan did not answer.

Even my cousin who is a little cousin only dares to sell for a pound of money for the same period of time. It can only be said that these relatives and friends are too simple.

Lunch was very rich.

Pancakes, fish stewed with tofu, meat stewed with radish, garlic sprouts with eggs, and cabbage with vinegar.

Uncle Zhao Daechui also took out a bottle of fruit wine.

This surprised the big tiger, the second tiger, and the three young men in Wang Sihai.

From childhood to adulthood, they have never eaten four dishes or drank wine!

Wang Yuan took a sip of fruit wine and put down the cup. The taste was too bad and bitter.

This is the tannin in fruit wine, and it needs to be decomposed with glycerin, otherwise drinking too much will be bad for the body.

But people of this era do not know about these things. It is a good life to drink with wine.

After the meal, Wang Yuan taught the key points of making sugar.

When to boil sugar, mix the ratio of yellow mud and water, when to pour it into the funnel?

The five people did it correctly, and Wang Yuan began to wash his hair, change his clothes, and dress up.

Seeing his cousin wearing a satin robe, a sachet hanging on his waist, a white jade, a paper fan in his hand, and a very elegant young man, Zhao Qinghe was stunned, with a pretty face turned her head: "Are you just selling candy, dressing like a groom; wearing it so beautifully, someone will give you some money."

"First respect your clothes and then respect others. If we dress up, even if we take white sugar to the candy shop, we will try our best to lower the price."

Wang Yuan blinked: "Do you a favor, pretend to be my maid!"

"Be your maid!"

When Zhao Qinghe heard this, she put her hands on her hips and said, "Wang Yuan, don't be too arrogant!"

Wang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "A pair of jade bracelets, a pair of silver earrings, and a silver hairpin!"

"make a deal!"

Zhao Qinghe trotted and turned around.

Wang Yuan shouted again: "Dahu, Sihai, come here to wash your face and change your new clothes."

Dahu, Wang Sihai hurried over, changed into old clothes full of fishy smell, put on two sets of satin servant clothes, and changed into new shoes.

Erhu was envious of seeing it.

Daye fabrics include silk, silk, satin, cotton, and linen!

Ordinary people wear linen cloth, good families wear cotton cloth, and rich people in the city wear satin.

In the countryside, only landlords, village chiefs, seniors, and household chiefs can wear satin clothes.
To be continued...