In Kazkaz's voice, beetroots like big radish were slashed by employers on the wavy serrated steel radish slaughtered by Rizhao's specialty. The beetroots quickly turned into shredded vegetables. After the shredded vegetables were cut, the workers put the shreds in the sugar stone tank specially used to soak them. The big stones on their teeth and soaked them with hot water. The sugar in the beetroots was soaked in the sugar liquid like making tea.

There is no need to throw away the sugar-free shredded beets. They are stuffed and picked up and turned around. They are sent to the pig farm in the east end of the town. They are fed with wheat bran. The pigs are so delicious that they eat. The pig manure that is pulled out is combined with the excrement discharged from the city is sent to the fields again after fermentation. They are used as fertilizer to nourish the crops, grow into food again, and then enter the population.

Out of awe of this natural cycle, in the Qingdao city of Wang Hou, two thousand years ago, citizens, regardless of the wealth or the poor, would definitely ask each other warmly when they met and greeted each other to show that they would not forget the source of food!

After the waste vegetables are processed, the honey water soaked on the other end still needs to be processed through multiple procedures, such as adding lime milk to clean it, reacting with the acid in the sugar liquid to remove the gum, then put it in a large pot to steam and concentrate, heat it in a sugar bowl and crystallize it, and finally dry it and divide it into honey. A handful of yellow sugar will be made.

After this tossing, a stone of beet can barely make a dou of sugar, but this dou of sugar was enough to sell as much as five or six stones of grain at the market price at that time, and the sugar was not worried about sales. The sweetness of this era was definitely a luxury. It was sold south to Xuzhou, Wujun, Jingzhou, west to Guanzhong, and north to Youzhou, Jizhou, Youzhou, no matter where the local tyrants and evil gentry were rushing to ask for it.

The yield of beets is still higher than that of grain. I don’t expect Wang Hou to get so much fat. In this era, one acre of land can make three stones, which is considered high yield. However, even if beets are close to the poor fields near the beach, thin fertilizers are slightly kept up, making beets with five or six stones is not a problem. Now 120,000 acres of beet fields have been developed, one bucket is a box. In mid-July, the sugar sugar produced by the million beet fields in Qingdao was more than 200,000 boxes. Most of the sugar-pressing factories were founded by Wang Hou, and only one sugar-pressing factory belonged to the Tianjia family.

The exiled local tyrant who exchanged beets for grain was still mocking Wang Hou for his loss-making business, and exchanged the valuable "big radish" for Wangzhou Mu's precious grain. On the other side, he watched the vendors traveling from south to south and squeezed valuable goods such as grain, cloth, paint, etc. into Wang Hou's warehouse with no money, and the guys were stunned again.

Not only did it make money by making sugar, but it was also used to make wine from the waste honey left over from the sugar squeezed, but Wang Hou also brought it to make wine. The famous high-alcohol rum, which later became famous in later generations, was made from waste molasses. When it was brewed in winter, it would be at least tens of thousands of stones of wine!

With the sugar industry, the Qingdao shipbuilding industry has flourished and developed, which Wang Hou had originally planned to revitalize!

For example, the bay with a flat sunshine, Qingdao's crescent moon-like bay safe haven is simply a natural treasure land for shipbuilding. I remember that this was one of the centers of the entire northern shipbuilding industry in the future. Building a 10,000-ton ship is like playing. The mudflats that are several thousand meters north of Qingdao Bay were all granted to the shipyard by Wang Hou.

And not only the territory, but also the large inflow of funds.

The most widely circulated story in the port area recently is the Golden Valley of Japan. The story is divided into several versions. However, the general meaning is that there is a Golden Valley on the Oriental Island that is thousands of miles away from the sea. The floating soil is slightly peeled off from the valley, and the inner layer is full of golden gold ores, with a gold content of more than 50%. There, the Gu Japanese tribe forged a large number of goldwares. This time, the gold that Wangzhou Mu built the golden carriage was found by the Evil Horse Tai Kingdom from the Golden Valley.

Another point is that Wang Hou hasn't found where the Golden Valley is!

Pearls and jade are dazzling, and gold is touching! Although the land is the largest source of income for the noble families, after Wang Hou's tossing and doing, the income of the farm has dropped by half. Wangzhou Mu is still a scoundrel and signed a grain collection agreement with these great families. Every autumn harvest, the great families have to be a little lower than the market price and sell it to nearly half of the grain harvested. In this way, the price right of the grain market is gone, and many unwilling clans have begun to look for new sources of wealth.

With this story as the foundation, who is not jealous of the interests of the sea?

After repeated "hard" compromises, Qingzhou Shipyard received orders for 57 large sailboats in one quarter. A large number of excellent Taishan woods arrived in Qingzhou from the West. More than 8,000 refugees were shirtless and buzzing with large saw blades, which invisibly stimulated the development of Taishan's economy and created a large number of jobs. It was a win-win situation!

The first thing that benefits Wang Hou’s mouth is the rich sugar.

In the backyard of Zhoumufu, a large steamer was steaming. Next to the stove, her white forehead was full of sweat. Lu Ji was still virtuously cutting the freshly steamed black pork with a knife, and then putting it into the pot with soy sauce from Jiangnan, rice wine from Jimo, local sugar, onion, ginger, garlic, taro yam, etc., and then covered it with a casserole and cooked it.

Half an hour later, when Wang Hou and others were almost bleeding, Lu Ji took out a large casserole with difficulty but special joy. As soon as he opened the lid, the overwhelming fragrance came to his face in the hot air.

The best black pig braised pork was full of rice from Jiangnan. Even if there were no other side dishes, it would be fine to cook three bowls by one person. The aroma was seduced, and Zhang Liao, who came to eat for free, could hardly help but snatch it with chopsticks. However, before it could be delivered to him, he remembered the etiquette again and gave it to Wang Hou's bowl with a sad face.

"Saint Lord, you..., eat meat..."

It's really called a beast fighting chess, one level to another. If you annoy Jia Xu, a petty old ghost, he is really a pig Bajie throws the rake and doesn't serve the monkeys! The braised pork doesn't heat up on his rice, and Wang Hou is sadly picking it up and sending it to Jia Xu's bowl.

"Mr. Wenhe, eat meat!"

"Saint Lord, don't think you can buy it with this meat..., Guru..."

After swallowing heavily, Jia Xu then corrected without blushing, "Like the scattered gold and silver, it is extravagant! Jia still advised him every time he saw him!"

"Mr. Wenhe taught me the most! Wang Hou has been taught! Come and drink!"

With a gurgling sound, the best rice wine was poured into the cup again, and after a bite of crispy braised pork belly, heaving a mouthful of fine wine, that little life is hard to compare! Seeing that the Jia Dushi was beautiful, Wang Hou finally shook his chopsticks hard: "She starts eating!"

In an instant, seven or eight pairs of chopsticks stretched out together, Zhao Yun, Zhang Liao, Zang Hong, Wang Congge, and the food was at the moment, and all his cheeks were thrown up. Even Zhuge Ying didn't care about her image as a eldest lady, and kept squeezing her job.

However, looking at this scene, Tai Yu was swallowing and crying. His hands were twisted together, and he was floating in his big eyes and staring at him with aggrieved.

"Do you still have to be invited? Move a stool by yourself!".

Although I still couldn't understand Wang Hou's words, the bowl of white rice that Gululu turned around was better than anything else. In an instant, Wang Hou's image turned from a devil to an angel in the girl's heart. The girl was full of heart, and the girl was also very happy and picked up chopsticks!

The charm of sugar is undoubtedly displayed!
Chapter completed!