The mouth of the funnel was very small, and it was covered with sugar paste, and the yellow mud water could not flow down, so it accumulated in the funnel, and soon overflowed the sugar paste.

It looks like all the funnels have become yellow mud soup.

Zhao Shouzheng smacked his lips, and just wanted to express his feelings, but saw Zhao Hao staring at the funnel without a moment, as if he was extremely tight. He swallowed his words and stayed quietly without disturbing.

The father and son looked at the funnel for a moment, and after some time, they finally heard the sound of ticking water.

The two of them carefully lifted the funnel to take a look, only to see that black liquid was slowly falling into the bucket along the mouth of the funnel.

Zhao Hao breathed a sigh of relief and motioned for Zhao Shouzheng to put the funnel back on the barrel steadily.

At this time, the water drops faster and faster, and the sugar paste is about to emerge from the water.

"The time has come to witness the miracle." Zhao Hao smiled slightly, no matter what the result is, he still has to pretend to be it.

Otherwise, it's a success, and it's not a good taste......

Before the words fell, the water level went down a little bit, and the two of them saw that the reddish-brown sugar paste had turned into a white color, which was conspicuous in the yellow mud soup.

"Huh?" Zhao Shouzheng looked at Zhao Hao in surprise, not knowing what tricks he had become.

By this time, the water droplets have turned into a line of water, which has accelerated its leakage from the funnel.

In the funnel, the reddish-brown sugar paste was gone, replaced by a bucket full of white and crystalline, sand and snow.

Zhao Shouzheng was shocked, looked at the funnel, and then looked at Zhao Hao, he didn't know what to say or do for a long time.

"Taste it." Zhao Hao hugged his arms, and raised his chin slightly.

"It looks like snowflakes." Zhao Shouzheng stretched out his finger at this time, dipped a little into his mouth, and immediately exclaimed: "Sweet, it's actually frosting!" ”

"Otherwise, can sugar be turned into salt?" Zhao Hao glanced at Zhao Shouzheng triumphantly, enjoying his father's babbling appearance at the moment.

Saying that, Zhao Hao also grabbed a handful in his hand, took a look, tasted it, how to describe it? Well, it's white sugar.

This is the "yellow mud water drenching decolorization method" recorded in "Tiangong Kaiwu", only a basin of yellow mud water can make brown sugar turn into white sugar, and it is simple and cheap!

"Heavenly Creation" is really an artifact...... Zhao Hao thought in his heart: "This book was first published after 70 years, and I don't know how many methods there are in it, which people don't know yet." It's all a way to make money...... Besides, in my head, there is more than one "Heavenly Creation"! ’

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The father and son were happy for a while before carefully using a wooden spoon to transfer the sugar from the funnel into a paper bag.

Three and a half catties of brown sugar finally produced more than a pound of white sugar as white as snow.

At the bottom of the funnel, there was still more than a pound of slightly yellow-brown white sugar left. The taste is actually not much different, but the sales are much different, and Zhao Haoli ignores it.

At this time, there was a sound of four drums in the distance, followed by the rooster also crowing.

Only then did the father and son realize that they had been busy all night. Hurriedly washed up briefly, and went back to the house to sleep.

However, Zhao Hao was obviously tired and sleepy, but he couldn't sleep excitedly after tossing and turning.

He put the bag of sugar on the head of the bed, and after a while he reached out and touched it, for fear of being hit by a mouse. Thinking of the mouse, Zhao Hao got up again and hung the bag of sugar on the beam with hemp rope, and then he was relieved.

I won't lose it now.

Zhao Hao lay back with confidence, thinking about it, and was going to sell it tomorrow, get twenty taels, buy it all into brown sugar, and make it into white sugar!

'Then sell the sugar, buy brown sugar to make white sugar, and sell white sugar to make brown sugar......

Zhao Hao repeated silent recitation for a short time, and finally fell asleep.

In his dream, he became the king of sugar and the richest man in the Ming Dynasty, and later invented insulin...... Zhao Hao is so beautiful that he can't close his mouth.

It wasn't until his eyes ached from the countless golden rays that he woke up from his sweet dream.

"It's a dream......"

Zhao Hao wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, squinted at the sunlight shining in from the roof, it turned out to be noon.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes and sitting up, Zhao Hao subconsciously looked under the beams of the house, and his soul was scattered!

I saw that the hemp rope hanging under the beam was still there, but the bag of sugar on the hemp rope was gone!

'Rats are fine? Zhao Hao exclaimed in his heart, and shouted in his mouth: "Dad, have you seen my candy?!" ”

But no one answered him.

Zhao Hao didn't care about putting on shoes, and ran to the east house barefoot, only to see the bedding scattered like a dog kennel, but he didn't see Zhao Shouzheng's shadow.

He went crazy and searched everywhere inside and outside the house, not even in the well, but still found no one.

If it weren't for the fact that that pound of sugar wasn't worth much, he would have to wonder if Zhao Shou had absconded with sugar?

Just when Zhao Hao was thinking about whether to report to the official, Gao Wu came over with a ladder and a guy.

Gao Wu first put the ladder under the eaves before asking:

"Is Childe looking for Master Zhao?"

"Yes, have you seen anyone else?"

"Early in the morning, I saw him go south along the street." Gao Wu climbed onto the roof and removed the broken tiles.

"Oh." Zhao Hao suddenly remembered that Zhao Shouzheng mentioned it yesterday and said that he would go to Guozijian today to restore his student status, so that he could be qualified to take the township exam.

Eighty percent of the bag of sugar was also taken away by him.

Zhao Hao calmed down a little, gave Gao Wu a hand, and helped repair the roof together.

The two were busy until the evening, and Zhao Hao was so hungry that he remembered that he hadn't eaten for more than a day.

He said to Gao Wu, changed into clean clothes, and went to the street to buy dinner.

Walking down the street, he found that the breakfast stall on the bridge was open in the evening.

Thinking that although the steamed buns in this house taste average, they are better than the enough to give, Zhao Hao walked over.

At night, only the mother and daughter came out of the stall, guarding several large steamed buns covered with quilts. There were no cauldrons, no tables.

The mother, who is wrapped in a cloth headscarf, is loading buns for guests.

The girl named Qiaoqiao stood aside a little bored, and when she saw Zhao Hao coming, her eyes couldn't help but light up.

"Hey, why did you come here empty-handed."

Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he still owed someone a soup pot.

"I'm sorry, it broke." Zhao Hao smiled apologetically, reached out to touch his purse in his sleeve and said, "How much is it, I will compensate you." ”

"Forget it." Qiaoqiao waved his hand generously and said, "It's so old, it's not worth a few pennies." ”

Zhao Hao's movements froze. Only then did he remember that he had spent the last copper coin on his body yesterday.

Without a trace, he withdrew his hand and arched his hand towards the girl, "Thank you, farewell." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

I can't even afford to eat. Zhao Hao inevitably felt a sense of desolation in his heart, 'the sun is setting, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world'.

After walking forward a dozen steps, I suddenly heard the shouts of a girl behind me.

"Wait a minute!"

Zhao Hao turned his head and looked at the girl strangely. I saw her panting and catching up, and without saying anything, she stuffed a paper bag into his arms.

"It's closed, and it's a waste if it can't be sold, so help eat it."

After the girl finished speaking, she didn't look at Zhao Hao, turned her head and ran towards the bridge.

Under the setting sun, her shadow was stretched long.

ps. I, Zhao Hao, am too poor to eat for the time being, so I urgently ask for a recommendation ticket to buy a meal. When I get rich, I'll give each of you a pound of candy~~~