Shipin Dalizheng

Everyone in the kitchen was looking at him and was startled when they heard what he said. Butler Tao asked, "What's wrong? Is this thing poisonous?"

Aunt Dahu said, "No way! It's just sorghum stalk juice that's been boiled thick. It can't be poisonous!"

Rong Tang hurriedly found an open shallow container, covered it with a layer of wax paper, and hurriedly took out the sugar from the jar. However, he still couldn't take it out completely. A thick layer of sugar was stuck on the bottom and the walls of the jar, and he couldn't scrape it off.

The sugar he poured into the dish formed a large lump, and as it slowly cooled, it took on an unwelcome appearance.

Everyone in the kitchen was looking at Rong Tang, waiting to see what he would do next. Rong Tang simply waited until the sugar had completely cooled, becoming an irregular, hard solid. Then he picked up the knife on the chopping board and struck it with the back of the knife a few times, breaking off a few pieces.

"Come and try it, how does it taste?"

As long as it wasn't poisonous, everyone present dared to put it in their mouths. They each pinched a piece and put it in their mouths. Suddenly, they all exclaimed in unison, "It's sweet, so sweet!"

Butler Tao had seen good things before, and he commented, "It's not as fragrant as honey, but sweeter than honey. I've occasionally tried malt sugar made by vendors, but it's not as sweet. It just has an indescribable aftertaste."

That was the original smell of sorghum stalks. Unfortunately, Rong Tang didn't know how to remove the odor. Fortunately, the slight odor was not unpleasant and was still within the acceptable range.

Aunt Dahu was a woman, and every woman has a sweet tooth, so she yelled for Chuncao to come over and try some. Rong Tang simply smashed the large lump of candy into pieces and asked Chuncao to share it.

When everyone in the compound put a black lump of candy in their mouth, they knew that a huge fortune was beckoning them.

This is candy! Candy! If His Majesty wants to eat it, he has to eat it according to the candy allocated by the Ministry of Internal Affairs! (Of course, Emperor Xuanning doesn't like sweet things)

Butler Tao's eyes were frighteningly bright. He ran to the door and closed it.

He even scanned the people present one by one, knowing that there were too many secrets. Should he silence them? Just as he was struggling, Rong Tang said, "There are no outsiders present today. I believe you will not leak it."

In fact, all secrets will eventually cease to be secrets, and making sugar is not a particularly complicated process. He just hopes to make his first fortune before the world knows about it.

Rong An came up and asked enthusiastically, "Prince, are we going to build a sugar-making workshop?"

With a wine workshop and a sugar workshop, Rongjia Village is about to become rich.

Rong Tang looked at the circle of expectant eyes and said in a deep voice, "I plan to put the sugar workshop in Fuxin Village. I can find work for the people in our village, no matter what their surnames are, but it's different in Fuxin Village. They are all disabled and can't find work outside. The people of Rongjia Village are my grandfather's relatives, and the people of Fuxin Village are my grandfather's comrades who fought alongside him in the battlefield. He cares about both sides. He will be uneasy in his grave if either side goes hungry. Can you understand?"

The last sentence was said to Rong An, Rong Dazhu, and even Aunt Dahu and Daya.

Rong An was speechless. From his perspective, he certainly wanted the sugar factory to be built in Rongjia Village, but Rong Tang's stance at this moment was that of the old Earl of Jian'an.

On one side is the bond of blood, on the other side is the bond of life and death. If he were in his place, he would also have to consider both aspects carefully.

"As it should be."

Rong Dazhu also said: "As it should be, as it should be. It's not easy."

Aunt Dahu said "Hi", "Prince Tang can make his own decision, what opinions do we have?"

She was still hesitant. She had learned a very secret recipe, so she wondered whether she should sign a confidentiality agreement and keep her mouth shut.

Beside him, Rong Wanli burst into tears. Tears and snot streamed down the face of the grown-up young man. He crawled to his knees in front of Rong Tang, hugged her legs, and howled, "Master, I will follow you in this life, the next life, and the life after that. I am willing to serve you like a slave."

The snot got stuck to Rong Tang's trouser legs, making him feel disgusted. He kicked him hard, "Get out of my way! You're disgusting to death."

Rong Zhan was also moved, but as a mature young man, he didn't show his emotions that much. Furthermore, this kid was so focused on showing his loyalty that he forgot his master's gender and rushed forward to tear him apart.

Rong Wanli wiped his nose and said, "I'm going to Fuxinzhuang to report the good news."

"Wait a minute," Rong Tang shouted, "Zhuangzi hasn't been recovered yet!"

Rong Wanli was murderous, "I'm going to wipe out Yang Liangui's entire family right now, and see who dares to stop us from taking back Fuxinzhuang."

"You killed Yang Liangui, and there are still Pig Liangui and Dog Liangui. As long as Jin Shizhao stands in front, there are many people who are not afraid of death. Wait a moment, I have a way to deal with him."

Rong Wanli was calmed down, but suddenly felt embarrassed. With the awkwardness of a big boy, he went into the house to peel the sorghum.

Rong Tang turned to Rong An and said, "It's not that we can't do it here. We can also do it together. It's just that there isn't much sweet sorghum this year, so there's no need to build a separate workshop. Next year, when we can plant sweet sorghum on a large scale and the winery is profitable, it won't be too late to build a workshop."

Rong An seemed to have taken a tranquilizer and felt very relieved.

For lunch, as there were no empty pots, they baked a basket of dry biscuits and ate a few bites. As everyone was eating, Erya came over and called out, "Prince Tang, my grandfather wants you to come over."

Rong Tang felt a little strange because he was still a "wounded soldier" on the surface and could not go out easily. He had always come to the compound to discuss things when he had something to discuss. What happened today?

"Er Ya, do you know why your grandfather wants to see me?"

Erya whispered, "I don't know. A guest came today and said he wanted to discuss something with the prince. My master invited him to dinner and asked me to invite you over."

This is even more strange. The third master has left food for the person who came to see him.

Rong Zhan said, "Maybe the help we found has arrived."

Rong Tang understood, and then looked at the large pot in the courtyard, where syrup was bubbling away. He didn't want outsiders to see it, so he said, "Let's go."

As usual, he went out in a sedan chair. This time, Rong Wanli said he had to carry it himself. In his words, he was now an iron confidant.

Steward Tao also followed beside him, with people carrying the sedan chair and others accompanying him. This was the appearance that a prince should have.

If you ignore the way they nibble on the biscuits while walking and swallow them with their necks stiff.

There was a carriage parked in front of the Third Master's house, and two tall and strong men were standing beside the carriage. They were wearing clothes that looked like servants.

Seeing them coming, one of them went in to report, "Manager Du, Prince Rong is here."

Manager Du was a chubby old man in his fifties, with a ruddy complexion and a perpetual smile. He had a face reminiscent of a Maitreya Buddha, which immediately impressed everyone. His mouth, in particular, was particularly endearing.

"Oh, Prince Rong, thank you for coming. I should have come to see you, but Third Master Rong was so enthusiastic that I couldn't get away."

This sentence explains why he didn't go to the compound. It wasn't because he was in trouble, but because he was tripped.

The Third Master's smile froze for a moment, and he said, "I thought you've been very busy these days, and there aren't any chickens or ducks in the yard. It would be difficult to entertain guests. We are all family, so it's only right that I help you entertain them."

He also hinted that there were many secrets in the compound, and it would be best not to let outsiders in to prevent the news from leaking out.

Rong Tang had to accept this, but he didn't want to guess whether the Third Master had other thoughts.