The mouth of the funnel was very small and was covered with sugar paste. The yellow mud water could not flow down and accumulated in the funnel, quickly overflowing the sugar paste.
It looked like the entire funnel had turned into yellow mud soup.
Zhao Shouzheng smacked his lips and was about to express his feelings, but he saw Zhao Hao staring at the funnel without blinking, as if he was extremely anxious. He swallowed his words and stayed quietly by his side without disturbing him.
The father and son stared at the funnel intently. After an unknown amount of time, they finally heard the sound of dripping water.
They carefully lifted the funnel and saw black liquid dripping slowly into the bucket through the funnel.
Zhao Hao then breathed a sigh of relief and signaled Zhao Shouzheng to put the funnel back firmly on the bucket.
At this time, the water dripped faster and faster, and the sugar paste was about to emerge from the water.
"The time has come to witness a miracle." Zhao Hao smiled slightly. No matter what the result was, he had to pretend.
Otherwise, even if you succeed, it won’t feel good…
Before he finished speaking, the water level dropped a little more, and the two saw that the reddish-brown sugar paste had turned into a pure white color, which was very conspicuous in the yellow mud soup.
"Huh?" Zhao Shouzheng looked at Zhao Hao in surprise, wondering what tricks he had performed.
At this time, the water drop has turned into a water line, seeping out of the funnel at an accelerated speed.
In the funnel, the reddish-brown sugar paste has disappeared, and instead, there is a full bucket of pure white, crystal clear, white stuff that looks like sand and snow.
Zhao Shouzheng was shocked. He looked at the funnel and then at Zhao Hao. For a long time he didn't know what to say or do.
"Try it." Zhao Hao crossed his arms and raised his chin slightly calmly.
"It looks like snowflakes." Zhao Shouzheng stretched out his finger, dipped a little and put it into his mouth, then exclaimed: "It's sweet, it's actually icing sugar!"
"What else? Can sugar be turned into salt?" Zhao Hao glanced at Zhao Shouzheng triumphantly, enjoying his father's noisy look at the moment.
As he spoke, Zhao Hao also grabbed a handful, looked at it, tasted it, and how to describe it? Well, it's just white sugar.
This is the 'yellow mud water decolorization method' recorded in "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature". With just a basin of yellow mud water, brown sugar can be turned into white sugar. It couldn't be simpler or cheaper!
"'The Exploitation of the Works of Nature' is indeed a magical tool..." Zhao Hao thought happily, 'This book was first published seventy years later. I wonder how many methods are in it that people don't know about now. These are all ways to make money... Besides, I have more than one 'The Exploitation of the Works of Nature' in my mind! '
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The father and son were happy for a while before they carefully used a wooden spoon to transfer the sugar in the funnel into a paper bag.
Three and a half pounds of brown sugar finally produced more than one pound of snow-white granulated sugar.
At the bottom of the funnel, there was still more than a pound of slightly yellowish-brown sugar left. The taste was actually pretty much the same, but the appearance was much different, so Zhao Hao ignored it.
At this time, the sound of the fourth watch drum came from afar, followed by the crowing of a rooster.
The father and son realized that they had been busy all night. They quickly washed up and went back to their rooms to sleep.
However, Zhao Hao was obviously tired and sleepy, but he tossed and turned in excitement and couldn't fall asleep.
He put the bag of sugar on the bedside, and after a while he reached out to touch it, fearing that it might be attacked by rats. Thinking of rats, Zhao Hao got up again and hung the bag of sugar on the beam with a hemp rope, and then he felt relieved.
'Now it won't be lost.
Zhao Hao then lay back down with peace of mind, happily planning to sell it tomorrow and get twenty taels, which he would use to buy brown sugar and make it into white sugar!
'Then sell the white sugar, buy brown sugar to make white sugar, and then sell the white sugar to make brown sugar...'
Zhao Hao repeated this to himself for a while, and finally fell into a deep sleep.
In the dream, he became the sugar king, the richest man in the Ming Dynasty, and later invented insulin... Zhao Hao was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.
It was not until his eyes were hurt by the countless golden lights that he woke up from his sweet dream.
"I'm dreaming..."
Zhao Hao wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and squinted at the sunlight coming directly in from the roof. It turned out that it was already noon.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Zhao Hao sat up and subconsciously looked under the beam. He was immediately scared to death!
I saw that the hemp rope hanging under the beam was still there, but the bag of sugar on the rope was nowhere to be seen!
"Has the rat become a spirit?" Zhao Hao exclaimed in his heart, and shouted: "Dad, have you seen my candy?!"
But no one answered him.
Zhao Hao didn't bother to put on his shoes and ran to the east room barefoot. He saw bedding scattered like a doghouse, but there was no sign of Zhao Shouzheng.
He searched like crazy everywhere in the house and outside, even in the well, but still couldn't find the person.
If that pound of sugar wasn't worth that much, he would have suspected that Zhao Shouzheng had absconded with the sugar.
Just when Zhao Hao was considering whether to report to the police, Gao Wu came over carrying a ladder and his weapons.
Gao Wu first placed the ladder under the eaves before asking:
"Are you looking for Master Zhao?"
"Yes, did you see him?"
"I saw him walking south along the street early in the morning." Gao Wu climbed onto the roof and took off the broken tiles.
"Oh." Zhao Hao suddenly remembered that Zhao Shouzheng mentioned yesterday that he would go to the Imperial College today to resume his student status so that he would be eligible to take the provincial examination.
Most likely, the bag of candy was also taken away by him.
Only then did Zhao Hao calm down a little and help Gao Wu to repair the roof.
The two of them worked until the evening. Zhao Hao was so hungry that he remembered that he hadn't eaten for more than a day.
He said something to Gao Wu, changed into cleaner clothes, and went to the street to buy dinner.
When he walked onto the street, he discovered that the breakfast stall on the bridge was open in the evening.
Thinking that the buns from this shop might taste average but had plenty of filling, Zhao Hao walked over.
The mother and daughter were the only ones who set up the stall at night, guarding several large baskets of dumplings covered with quilts. There were no two large pots, nor were there any dining tables.
The mother, wearing a cloth headscarf, is packing buns for the guests.
The girl named Qiaoqiao was standing aside with some boredom, but when she saw Zhao Hao coming, her eyes lit up.
"Hey, why are you here empty-handed?"
Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he still owed the other person a soup bowl.
"Sorry, it broke." Zhao Hao smiled apologetically, reached into his sleeve and felt for his purse, saying, "How much is it? I'll compensate you."
"Forget it." Qiaoqiao waved her hand generously and said, "It's so old, it's not worth a few cents."
Zhao Hao froze in his tracks. He then remembered that he had spent his last copper coin yesterday.
He pulled his hand away without leaving a trace, bowed to the girl and said, "Thank you, goodbye."
After saying that, he turned and left.
"I can't even afford to eat." Zhao Hao couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation, as if "the sun is setting and I am alone in the world."
After walking a dozen steps forward, I suddenly heard a girl's voice behind me.
"Wait a moment!"
Zhao Hao turned around and looked at the girl strangely. She caught up with him breathlessly and stuffed a paper bag into his arms without saying anything.
"It's time to close the stall. It would be a waste if we can't sell all the goods. Please help me eat them."
After the girl finished speaking, she turned around and ran towards the bridge without even looking at Zhao Hao.
In the setting sun, her shadow was stretched very long.
ps. I, Zhao Hao, am too poor to eat for the time being, so I urgently ask for votes to buy food. When I get rich, I will give each of you a pound of candy~~~
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