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Chapter 18 Gaode (Additional update from the leader)

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    "One tael of silver and one tael of sugar?!" Zhao Hao was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

    "Of course!" The shopkeepers and waiters in the store looked at Zhao Hao as if they were idiots. Obviously this was common sense.

    Zhao Hao was stunned, remembering that little Zhao Hao drank sugar water and ate sugar buns all day long, and immediately had a deeper understanding of his previous wealthy life.

    ¡®I wish it was me¡­¡¯ Zhao Hao rubbed his chest distressedly, and then asked in a voice: ¡°Why is it so expensive?¡±

    At this time, a middle-aged fat man wearing a navy blue silk trousers and a black silk Liuhe hat with a friendly smile came out from the inner room and opened the curtain, smiling at Zhao Hao:

    "This young man. Nanjing is the most prosperous city and richest in the world. Only one or two hundred kilograms of icing sugar enters the market a year. Do you think it is expensive?"

    "It only costs two to three thousand taels to buy it all. There are so many rich people in Nanjing, how can they not afford it?" Zhao Hao still couldn't understand.

    "It's not that I can't afford it, but I can't buy it even if I have money." The fat man should be the owner of this store. He handed the teapot in his hand to the waiter and took the wooden box.  He opened it again and showed it to Zhao Hao: "Look carefully. What does this frosting look like?"

    "Sugar frost, of course it looks like frost." Zhao Hao couldn't complain about this idiotic question.

    "Yes. This is the thin layer of frost that condenses on the surface of brown sugar after it is boiled and cooled. Then it is gently scraped off with a special bamboo strip. Only one tael of brown sugar can be obtained from a thousand kilograms of brown sugar." The fat boss said with a smile.  : "In the entire Ming Dynasty, less than five hundred catties were produced a year, and one hundred catties had to be paid as tribute to the palace. So even if you have money, you can't buy it"

    The fat boss was chattering on the side, but Zhao Hao could not help but tremble slightly.

    This time it was not fear, but great excitement!

    Looking at the icing sugar that was cherished in the palm of his hand, and then looking at the brown sugar piled casually at the door of the store, Zhao Hao screamed in his heart:

    ¡®This is it!  ¡¯

    ??~~

    Zhao Hao finally thought of a way to get money easily and quickly!

    I thought that people in this era had already mastered this simple method.  After all, it was clearly recorded in the scientific masterpiece published seventy years later.  But through the conversation at Nanhuo Store, he was pleasantly surprised to find that at least no one knew about it at the moment!

    ¡®Then I will be rewarded by God!  ¡¯

    Zhao Hao excitedly thanked the other party for the explanation, resisted the urge to buy brown sugar on the spot, and stumbled out of the southern store.

    The fat boss handed the candy box to the waiter and put it away. He looked at Zhao Hao's back strangely and muttered in a low voice: "Why is this kid so excited?"

    Zhao Hao purposely walked a few miles further and came to a sugar shop on Baotai Street. He took out two taels of silver, which he regarded as his lifeblood, and bought five kilograms of brown sugar.  I went to the grocery store next door, talked with the store owner, and used the remaining copper coins I had with me to buy a large wooden funnel for wine making, and then hurried home happily.

    By the time he got home, it was already dark, and he could only hear the tinkling in the yard.

    Zhao Hao walked in and saw Gao Wu, with the cooperation of Zhao Shouzheng, reinstalling the fallen door into the door frame.

    Seeing his son come in, Zhao Shouzheng said with a smile: "My neighbors have their own virtues. The tall and strong man came after noon to help repair the doors, windows, tables and chairs, and also helped repair the broken bed in the east room."

    "Brother Gao, thank you so much." Zhao Hao almost burst into tears when he heard this. Now he no longer had to squeeze into the same bed with Zhao Shouzheng and listen to him snore.

    General Gao drove the last few nails into the door frame.  Then he slowly said: "You can't use all your strength, it doesn't matter."

    "It's dark and I can't see clearly. Let's repair the roof tomorrow." Gao Wu packed up his things and was about to go home.

    Zhao Hao wanted to save some food, but neither father nor son knew how to cook, so there was really nothing to entertain them.  Then he took out two large pieces of brown sugar from the paper bag and forced them into Gao Wu's hands.

    "It's not a valuable thing. I can give your father some water to replenish his health."

    Gao Wu refused, and Zhao Hao chased him to the door before he reluctantly accepted it.

    After Zhao Hao saw Gao Wu off, he turned around and entered the house, and saw that Zhao Shouzheng had already made two bowls of brown sugar water

    "Oh, it's a bit astringent, not quite pure." Zhao Shou tasted the genuine product, shook his head pickyly, and after finishing speaking, he raised his head and drank the whole bowl.

    "If it tastes good, you will eat the bowl." Zhao Hao looked at him helplessly and held the remaining brown sugar firmly in his arms.

    Zhao Shouzheng finished his bowl, looked at Zhao Hao strangely and said, "With your mouth pouted so high? Drink some brown sugar water to relieve your anger."

    "This is not bought to drink" Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said: "This is used to make a fortune!"

      "Son, I am not attacking you because of my father." Zhao Shouzheng asked in confusion: "Our family didn't even eat this crap before, so how can we use it to make a fortune?"

    Zhao Hao considered that if he would do more amazing things in the future, he would always have to have an excuse to deal with his father.  Then he coughed lightly and said, "I've been dreaming a lot lately, and it seems like someone is talking to me in the dream, telling me all kinds of things, including ways to make a fortune using brown sugar."

    Zhao Shouzheng immediately became nervous and reached out to touch Zhao Hao's forehead.  "Son, are you afraid you are suffering from hysteria? You need to see a doctor quickly!"

    Zhao Hao slapped Zhao Shouzheng's hand away and walked straight to the kitchen: "Hurry up and do it. You will know later if you are hysterical!"

    ??~~

    Zhao Shouzheng also followed into the kitchen, although he didn't know what Zhao Hao was going to do.  But he has always been very obedient to his son, so he naturally does whatever he is told.

    In the kitchen, the fire is burning brightly.  Gao Wu helped light the fire before he left. He also specially taught Zhao Shouzheng how to make a fire.

    This solved a major problem for Zhao Hao.  What he has to do tonight cannot be done without the stove!

    The important task of taking care of the stove fell on Zhao Shouzheng.  While adding firewood to the stove, he looked at Zhao Hao curiously and poured the brown sugar into the cauldron.

    "I understand, son. Do you want to make glutinous rice and sell it for money?"

    "Well" Zhao Hao replied, all his attention was on the pot of candy.  If it got mushy, he wouldn't have the money to buy another one and make it again.

    ¡°When the wind and rain bring cold spring, let¡¯s try a meal of glutinous rice and apricot cheese.¡± Zhao Shouzheng recited one sentence and was intoxicated by the beautiful artistic conception in the poem.  "Son, when you make the dumplings, I will go out to the stall with you as my father."

    "Watch your fire!" Zhao Hao almost fell into the pot.

    Seeing that Zhao Hao rarely showed such a serious expression, Zhao Shouzheng was extremely pleased, and immediately shut up obediently and concentrated on taking care of the stove.

    After a while, the brown sugar in the pot turned into a paste under Zhao Hao's constant stirring.  Before it could continue to melt, he hurriedly used a wooden ladle and a spatula to scoop all the sugarpaste in the large pot into the funnel.

    He had already plugged the funnel tightly with grass in advance and placed it on top of the bucket.

    Zhao Hao told Zhao Shouzheng to take good care of the three kilograms of polysaccharide left in the funnel, and don't let cats, dogs or anyone ruin it.

    "My son is afraid that I might steal something, so just say it, why do you have to be so tactful." Zhao Shouzheng muttered, squatting next to the bucket, staring at the funnel intently.

    Zhao Hao went out for a while before coming back with a wooden basin.

    He placed the wooden basin on the stove and walked to Zhao Shouzheng to observe the solidification of the sugarpaste in the funnel.

    Only then did Zhao Shouzheng realize that his son¡¯s hands and clothes were all covered with yellow mud, and he couldn¡¯t help but ask, ¡°Did you go play in the mud?¡±

    "Not bad." Zhao Hao squatted next to the bucket and reached out to press it into the funnel.

    "Don't" Zhao Shouzheng couldn't help shouting when he saw his son touching the almost solidified sugar paste with his hands dipped in mud.

    Zhao Hao turned a deaf ear and pressed the sugar paste, his fingers suddenly sinking in.

    "It seems that it's not even hot yet" Zhao Hao muttered in a low voice, but he didn't even know how hard it was.  As he spoke, he tentatively pulled out the grass blocking the mouth of the funnel, but no sugar paste came down.  "Should the heat have arrived?"

    "It's better to let me eat it if it's a waste." Zhao Shouzheng sighed helplessly, glancing at the wooden basin on the stove, his eyes almost fell down.

    "You really went to play in the mud?!"

    The wooden basin was actually filled with yellow muddy water!

    "Forget it, never mind." Zhao Hao had already entered the state of forgetting both things and myself, and just muttered to himself: "It's enough to be about the same, it shouldn't be that particular!"

    After saying that, he picked up the basin of yellow mud water and poured it on the funnel.

    "Wait!" Zhao Shouzheng suddenly shouted to stop.

    Zhao Hao looked at him puzzled, and saw Zhao Shouzheng stretching out his finger and digging a piece into the funnel.

    Zhao Shouzheng sucked the sugar paste and signaled to his son that he could continue.

    Zhao Hao rolled his eyes helplessly. The sacred feeling that surged in his heart just now was gone.

    He tilted his hands and slowly poured the yellow muddy water in the basin onto the sugar paste.

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