Shipin Dalizheng

Uncle Du leaned forward and asked, "Brother, how is it..."

"fool!"

Duke Du pointed at Du Zhong's nose and cursed, "You're talking a lot of nonsense. You never mentioned the real business. Why do you only want 10% profit? It must be 30%? Well, 10% is 10%. What are you doing back? Why don't you go to Rongjia Village and wait to see what kind of finished product you can make? If you lose money on this business, I will skin you alive."

Du Zhong was frightened at first, but then surprised. "The Duke is saying that this deal can be done?"

"Go quickly."

"Ah, ah, I'll go right away."

After driving Du Zhong away, Duke Du wandered around in the study, muttering to himself, "Good boy, you can calculate people's hearts so well."

It is very likely that from now on, the Duke's Mansion will have to take the initiative to stand in front of this kid in order to protect him, and kill gods and Buddhas if they stand in his way. This is only a 10% chance of success!

But if you ask yourself, even if the profit is only 10%, it is still an incalculable number.

Mr. Du was still a little confused, "Then big brother..."

"What are you waiting for at home? Go and take over the farm! If you don't get things done by tomorrow, I won't have you as my third brother anymore."

Rongjia Village.

Rong Tang watched Manager Du walk away, then turned back to look at the Third Master, guessing that the Third Master was about to speak.

The Third Master was a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "Tang'er, Master has something to tell you."

Calling Tang Ge'er was a way of playing the emotional card. Rong Tang smiled and replied, "Third Master, just say it."

"There's a lot of work to do these past few days. Almost every family in the village has one person working. Even if Grandpa says this, it doesn't count as usurping a spot. Do you think we can bring Erhe with us when we cooperate with the Duke's Mansion? Erhe has learned to read and can do manual labor. We can assign him any job."

Qian spoke at the door of the second house, "Erhe is smart, he can be a manager."

The Third Master glared at Qian and said, "Why are you butting in? Can you become a steward just by wanting to?"

Erhe rubbed his hands and smiled, which was different from the first time they met half a month ago. At that time, Erhe was still a simple farmer, but now he was a little bit flattering and ingratiating.

Rong Tang knew that it was not Rong Erhe who had changed, but his own identity. He had gone from a poor boy who had come from afar to seek refuge with relatives but failed, to the earl's son who was about to become rich and powerful.

My original self made Rong Erhe feel that we were similar, so he could face it calmly. But now I am high above him and he needs to look up to me.

Perhaps this is what is called materialism. Unlike Rong Dashan, he always respects himself and his respect does not change with changes in status.

There is also Qian. I heard that after she came back, she blamed her sister-in-law for dividing the clothes-making work among herself. She had clearly handed over the money she earned to the public treasury. Now Zhou's work has not been finished yet, but she has not gone to help Zhou.

Rong Tang didn't like the couple, but he didn't want to offend the Third Master because of such a small matter. The Third Master was partial and confused at home, but he was very clear about right and wrong, and was considered a rare helper in the clan.

"That's no problem, but the new business is in Fuxinzhuang, which is quite far to walk. Uncle Erhe, please think about it."

The Third Master knew Fuxinzhuang, another farm owned by his uncle. It was larger than Rongjia Village, with over a thousand acres of land and home to five or six hundred wounded soldiers. He had taken the children there many years ago, but it was quite far, and without enough strength, it would take two hours to walk there and back.

"Well, I'm afraid I can't go back and forth every day. I have to live over there."

The Third Master was still considering whether to bite the bullet and buy a donkey, but Erhe's face was already pale. "Dad, I won't go there. There are only weird people with missing arms and legs over there. It's scary."

Rong Erhe had visited Fuxinzhuang once with his father when his grandfather was still alive, and he saw that everyone in the village was short of something. The child was timid and frightened, and came home with a fever. It was a close call, and Rong Erhe's impression of Fuxinzhuang remained at that time.

But she is almost thirty now, and it is ridiculous for her to say this.

Rong Tang's face darkened slightly, and he said to the Third Master, "I'll be leaving first. Master, please stay."

He lay down on the armchair, and Rong Zhan and Rong Wanli immediately got up and left.

The Third Master pointed at Rong Erhe with shaking hands, and remained silent for a long time. Rong Erhe seemed to know that he had said the wrong thing, and lowered his head without saying a word.

When Rong Tang returned to the compound, the kitchen was about to prepare the second pot of syrup. This time, Chuncao had experience, so she found a few square light wooden boxes, covered them with oil paper, and scooped the boiled syrup into them, filling three boxes in a row.

"Don't worry, look, the color of this syrup looks much better, golden yellow. Do you think it might have been cooked too late and ruined?"

It is impossible to waste it. If it becomes too thin, you can put it back into the pot. If it becomes too thick, you can put it back into the pot. Besides, thin sugar is still sugar and has its own way of eating. It must not be wasted.

Rong Tang told Chuncao and Aunt Dahu everything he remembered about the various forms of sugar, and told them how to remedy the situation.

Now they know that thin sugar can be put into jars, but hard candy that has been boiled down can only be spread out and poured into shallow boxes, otherwise it cannot be taken out.

Aunt Dahu suddenly realized something and applied it to her previous experience. She poured hot water into the sugar jar and stirred it vigorously to dissolve the sugar stuck inside into sugar water, and then continued to boil it.

Rong Qianqi, who worked as a "carpenter", was temporarily appointed as the "master chef" and began to sweat profusely as he made wooden plates for sugar.

Looking at the sugar that was being boiled endlessly, Rong Tang racked his brains to think about how the snow-white granulated sugar, cotton sugar, and rock sugar were made in his previous life. However, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he still found insurmountable technical barriers, so he gave up.

But with people's love and pursuit of sugar in today's society, no matter what it looks like, it will not affect its sales. What Rong Tang needs to consider now is the pricing.

He called Rong An over to ask for his opinion, but Rong An was stumped.

"Prince Tang, how could anyone in the village be willing to eat candy? Only those who are well-off can afford to buy some brown sugar for women who have just given birth or are in confinement after childbirth, and they buy it by the ounce."

Rong Tang remembered that in his previous life, people online said that it was easier to make brown sugar than white sugar because of a difficult-to-master decolorization process. At the time, he didn't understand why, as brown sugar was more expensive than white sugar, so why bother?

Now he knew that in the future, whether it was brown sugar or white sugar, there would be a large number of specific customer groups, and no matter which one was made, it would not be a problem for the big sugar factories.

In this world, being able to make brown sugar is not surprising, but being able to make snow-white sugar is a truly amazing thing.

In this case, we can only maximize the benefits of sugar as much as possible under limited conditions.

His first thought was adulteration.

This fake doesn't refer to water, which would be meaningless and would only damage the reputation. It should be called a derivative by-product.

For example, candy bars, such as peanut candy.

Rong Tang decided to do it himself, but he didn't know that he was the legendary natural killer in the kitchen, who could learn something easily but failed the first time he tried.

His hands were covered in syrup and so sticky that he wanted to jump up and down.

Aunt Dahu smiled and said, "Let me do it, and Prince Tang will just give you instructions from the side."

Sure enough, as soon as someone changed hands, the candy no longer had any temper and no longer stuck to the hands. Before it cooled down and hardened, Aunt Dahu rolled it into a long strip and pressed creases into it with bamboo strips.

When the sugar has cooled and hardened, tap it gently with a rolling pin and cylindrical pieces of sugar will come out.

"Chuncao, cut the oil paper and wrap them one by one."

In this way, sugar was boiled in a big pot outside and processed in the kitchen, and the initial product, sorghum hard candy, made its debut.