Daming: The system rejected my request for salted fish

Seeing that Zhu Biao was still frowning, Zhu Yuanzhang spoke again.

"Biao'er, do you think you value Xiaowu's life more, or does he value his own life more?"

After hearing these words, Zhu Biao's brows finally relaxed.

"We promised him that we would send him to the battlefield during the Eastern Expedition against the Japanese pirates. Now we are letting him get used to the danger in advance."

"This brat is just a fledgling now. Only through hard work and training can he grow into a soaring eagle."

At this point, a trace of helplessness flashed across Zhu Yuanzhang's face.

"But you have to keep this a secret from your mother along with us. I don't know what kind of tricks that brat has been tricking you into. Your mother loves him dearly!"

"If your mother knew that we let Xiao Wu sneak into the White Lotus Sect alone, we would be in trouble, and you wouldn't be able to escape either!"

As soon as Zhu Yuanzhang finished speaking, Zhu Biao grinned.

He knew very well the position of Wei Wu in his mother's heart. He was a treasure.

During this period, whenever he went to the harem to pay homage to the emperor, he would praise Empress Ma of Wei in various ways.

It is said that one's own children are the best, but Zhu Biao felt that Wei Wu was more like his own son than he was.

……

Two days had passed since Zhu Biao and Zhu Yuanzhang had discussed Wei Wu's departure from the capital in Fengxian Hall.

Early in the morning, Wei Wu got out of bed, but not to the Institute of Science and Technology but to the sugar-making workshop.

That’s right, the sugar-making workshop has been completed.

On the day he returned from the Eastern Palace, Qingxia had already bought two workshops and was waiting for him at home.

Not only has the workshop been arranged, but even the honey separator needed in the final step has been arranged.

Originally, Wei Wu wanted to wait until the Institute of Science and Technology was done before asking the carpentry team to help build it.

As a result, he just mentioned it and Song Zhong happened to hear it.

Afterwards, Song Zhong recommended his father Song Qian to Wei Wu, saying that his craftsmanship was better than his.

It is worth mentioning that although Song Qian is a little older, his personal skills are indeed impeccable.

Wei Wu just briefly explained the centrifugal force required by the honey separator, and Song Qian immediately knew what to do.

With the tools provided by Wei Wu, Song Qian built the honey-splitting machine in just one day.

In fact, this thing itself is not very difficult, it is mainly the grinding and the rotating disk in the middle that take time.

The principle is the same as that of an old-fashioned sewing machine, where the centrifugal disc can be driven to rotate by stepping on it with your foot.

Qingxia is also an impatient person. She had already stockpiled all the raw materials before the honey-splitting machine was built.

After the honey-splitting machine was successfully manufactured, she immediately asked the workers to start following the process.

She did not waste any of the two days and would rather pay the workers more and let them work overtime.

It takes all the tedious processes of juicing, filtering, sedimentation, and refining to complete.

After last night's refining, the moisture in the molasses has almost evaporated and the sugar will be produced soon.

When Wei Wu arrived at the sugar-making workshop, he smelled a strong sweet fragrance as soon as he entered the door.

Two workers were holding a wooden barrel and slowly pouring the molasses into the feed port of the honey separator.

Next is the time to witness the miracle.

Under the high-speed rotation of the honey separator disc, strands of molasses with completely different colors are thrown onto the sieve.

Then the worker took a wooden shovel and slowly scraped down along the sieve on the inner wall of the honey separator.

Not long after, a layer of soft white sugar as colorful as snowflakes appeared at the outlet of the honey separator.

Looking at the snow-white sugar in front of them, the two workers' eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

They were experienced in making sugar, but they had never seen such exquisite frosting.

If the shopkeeper hadn't been standing right next to them, they would have wanted to just throw some into their mouths to taste it.