Ming Dynasty: Huddled in Beiping and became the county magistrate Chapter 181 Still failed to guard against Zhu DiLatest website: "Huh?"
Zhu Di frowned, "Is it possible that the sugar workshop still dares not to give it to you?"
Ma He nodded slightly.
Zhu Di couldn't help but feel a little angry.
Ma He hurriedly explained: "I heard that the sugar workshop seemed to be built by Guo Changshi specifically for a certain event. No one except Guo Changshi is allowed to touch the sugar produced in the sugar workshop." "Oh?"
Zhu Di couldn't help but sneered, "Neither can we?"
"Your Highness, you can do it."
Ma He immediately fell to the ground, with a look of fear on his face, and cautiously replied: "It's just that if I go there with only slaves, I'm afraid I won't be able to bring back the sugar."
Zhu Di said angrily: "Huh, let's go get it ourselves!"
Ma He dared not speak.
After saying that, he turned to look at Zhu Gaochi aside, and said gently: "Chi'er, do you want to see how the white sugar is made?"
Zhu Gaochi was overjoyed, "My child is willing, and he likes to eat white sugar the most."
"Let's go, let's take you to see."
"Thank you dad!"
Soon, two figures, one large and one small, left the palace, got on the carriage, and headed back.
The sugar workshop was also placed by Guo not far from the glass workshop and the gunpowder workshop.
Not only is the road here convenient, but it is also surrounded by Yanshan guards, making it very safe.
On the first day that sugar was produced, Guo An had already received the news.
Therefore, whenever he is free every day, Guo An comes to check it out.
As for the officials and generals who heard the news and wanted to take some sugar from the workshop to have a taste, they were all driven away by Guo An.
These white sugars are the guarantee of his life safety during the Northern Expedition. At least within this year, those people can't even think of taking away a pound of white sugar.
"Chang Shi, this is fifty pounds of white sugar made yesterday."
The steward of the sugar workshop came over with two craftsmen carrying a box containing fifty kilograms of sugar.
Guo An urged: "Very good, send someone quickly to deliver these fifty kilograms of sugar to the gunpowder workshop."
"Yes, Guo Changshi!"
Hearing this, a trace of pity flashed in the steward's eyes, but he still responded quickly.
Immediately, he prepared to take the two craftsmen and carry the box containing sugar out.
However, as soon as he walked out of the workshop gate, he was stopped by a man in rich clothes and a group of guards.
"What are you carrying?"
Beside the young man, there was a child, looking curiously at the wooden box in their hands.
"I wonder who this noble person is?"
There were guards behind him, so the steward didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly asked cautiously.
Li Wang on the side shouted angrily: "Be brave, if His Highness asks you something, you can just answer it directly!"
"Your Highness...His Royal Highness King Yan?"
When the steward who had never seen Zhu Di heard this, he immediately shuddered, and with a quick puff, he knelt on the ground with a look of fear on his face.
"The villain saw His Highness. The villain was blind and ignorant. He did not recognize His Highness. He deserves death..."
Zhu Di glanced at the steward with some disgust, and asked again in a cold voice: "What is in these wooden boxes?"
On the side, Li Wang started directly and prepared to open the wooden box.
The steward quickly replied: "Back to Your Highness, the wooden box contains sugar."
"White sugar?"
Zhu Di's face was stunned.
Zhu Gaochi looked at the wooden box with excitement.
As for Li Wang, his body trembled, and the strength in his hands suddenly became much softer.
After opening the lid, a box of white, crystal clear sugar was revealed.
Zhu Di and Zhu Gaochi's eyes widened with disbelief on their faces.
"This thing is so white, is it really sugar?"
As he said this, he couldn't help it anymore, so he picked up a handful with his hand and put it into his mouth.
"Hiss..."
Zhu Di's eyes widened, "It's really sugar."
On the side, the steward didn't have time to reply, so he could only look at Zhu Di talking to himself with a dumbfounded expression.
Thinking of something, Zhu Di asked again: "Where are you going to carry this sugar?"
At this time, the steward finally had a chance to reply, and said quickly: "Reply to Your Highness, I will carry these fifty kilograms of sugar to the gunpowder workshop."
Zhu Di was a little confused, "What are you doing carrying the sugar to the gunpowder workshop?"
The steward quickly replied: "Your Highness, I forgive you, I don't know, but the sugar produced every day will be carried to the gunpowder workshop."
Zhu Di stared at the steward closely and asked: "Where should all the sugar be carried?"
"Exactly!"
The steward suddenly noticed something and his face turned pale.
"Humph!"
Zhu Di snorted coldly, "Where is Guo Qing?"
The steward quickly replied: "Guo Changshi is in the workshop."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Di walked in quickly.
In the workshop, Guo An sat behind a desk with a frown on his face, looking at the account book in his hand with worry on his face.
Not enough!
The recovered sugar radishes really do not contain as much sugar as those of later generations. Basically, it takes twelve pounds of sugar radishes to make one pound of sugar.
And if he wants to make 10,000 jins of white sugar, he will need at least 120,000 jins.
However, according to the sugar carrots recovered by the caravan, the maximum amount is 70,000 to 80,000 jins.
Although it should not take 10,000 kilograms to replace white sugar with sucrose, the efficiency of sugar production by these craftsmen is too low.
Even the sugar is made according to the method he gave...
"Alas..."
Thinking about it, Guo An couldn't help but sigh heavily.