The last three people collected the sugar and got a pound and two taels in total.
About one-third of the damage was acceptable to Xu He, but it was a big deal in the eyes of Lao Jia Chang and his son.
Xu Peng had never seen so much white sugar, even though Man said he had eaten it.
"Xiaohe, is this really white sugar?" Xu Pengru was in a dream and still couldn't believe it.
"Simple brewing, the pillow is the bag, and the remaining flavor is better than sugar frosting. Brother Peng, it's genuine! Try it!" Xu He was in a good mood and laughed.
Xu Peng carefully picked up a bit of white sugar that was as sandy as snow and put it into his mouth. In an instant, the happiness that the sweetness brought to the body and mind sublimated this guy who rarely eats sweets.
"This is the taste of sugar..." Xu Peng, a proud man, had his eyes red.
The experiment was successful, and the three of them, regardless of their fatigue, worked until midnight to turn all the remaining brown sugar into white sugar.
Looking at the weight of about five kilograms in the basin, the three guys with bright eyes were all so excited that they could not speak.
After a long time, Xu He found a bamboo tube and put about a pound of sugar in it for his own use. The rest was given to Lao Jia Chang and his son.
Only then did the old commander come to his senses and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, Xiaohe, this thing is too, too precious. You'd better go by yourself..."
Xu He smiled and said: "Uncle, we are all a family. I didn't avoid you and your son during the production. Am I still afraid that you will take the sugar and never come back?"
The old man became even more nervous when he heard this: "Ah, the old man has forgotten this problem. Brother He, don't worry, our father and son are rotting in our stomachs about this matter. Anyone who uses your method to make profits will have no descendants."
No matter what era, people attach great importance to the heirloom craftsmanship and never show any sign of outsiders. The old commander was afraid that Xu He would think too much, so he made a solemn oath!
Xu Peng quickly followed his father and swore a poisonous oath.
Xu He sighed, and took the father and son to sit down by the stove: "Uncle, Brother Peng, we are all relatives and neighbors. The two families have always had a close relationship. After my father died, thank you for taking care of my family!"
"I didn't intend to hide this little skill from you!"
"But!" Xu Jiachang looked embarrassed, "We didn't do anything!"
Xu He shook his head and said sincerely: "To this day, my family still owes you the three pieces of silver. Although I am studying, I also know that everyone is having a hard time. It is really not easy for you to help our mother and son. Xu He will bear in mind!"
"Besides!" He continued: "I am a scholar, and it is very inconvenient for me to do business. I happened to see Brother Peng having nothing to do during the slack period, so I wanted to cooperate with us and start this business together!"
Having said this, Lao Jia was so moved that he sighed repeatedly: "This, this, this..."
Xu Peng, on the other hand, thought more openly: "Xiaohe, in that case, we will do the work. You just need to study in peace, and then just give us father and son a little money!"
Xu He shook his head: "No, we will split it 50-50!"
"What? This can't be done, no, no, no!" Lao Jia Zhang and Xu Peng and his son waved their hands in succession.
Although the father and son refused to agree, Xu He persisted. Finally, the two agreed and discussed selling the white sugar separately in Hailing County first, and then using the money from the sale to buy back brown sugar and charcoal. , when the time comes for mass production.
Little Hailing will definitely not be able to eat so much white sugar by then. Fortunately, Yangzhou, Jinling, Nantong Prefecture, and Gaoyou Prefecture around Hailing are all prosperous places where wealthy businessmen gather. Sales will not be a worry. Then Lao Changjia and his son will have to work hard. .
This is also the reason why Xu He brought the two father and son into this business. How can he have time to take care of these trivial matters when he is studying and writing essays?
Without a sincere and considerate person, no matter how good the business is, it will not be able to develop.
After seeing Old Jia Chang and his son off, they pushed the door open and saw the willow branches above the moon.
Only then did Xu He suddenly think of the county test tomorrow.
I ate a few bites quickly and then went to bed to rest.
The next day, Xu He and Chu Yuan came to the county government office early.
The interview was relatively casual, so Magistrate Li arranged it in the back hall of the county government office.
This exam is not about ranking, but about whether there are any cheaters. Most of the time, the county magistrate will not change the results of the previous three rounds of exams.
Although there is a tradition of not building a government office in the county government office, the courtyard houses are very dilapidated, but the small courtyard occupies a large area.
The rockery, strange rocks and clear water are really lovely.
Just when Xu He and a group of candidates were standing under the eaves of the corridor admiring the magistrate's private garden, suddenly Magistrate Li hurried out.
When everyone saw his worried expression, their hearts trembled.
Magistrate Li first looked around, and then his eyes fell on Xu He.
He waved to Xu He.
Xu He didn't know what happened, so he quickly stepped forward and bowed: "Teacher!"
Magistrate Li nodded and said, "Don't leave until the exam is over. Go to the second hall. I have something to ask you!"
When I heard that Magistrate Li summoned Xu He for questioning alone, everyone around him looked at him with envy.
Xu He quickly bowed and replied: "Yes!"
County Magistrate Li nodded, then turned to look at the candidates: "Today's interview, you will use... um! Write a poem using [Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet] for the test!"
It was also common for people to write poems in front of each other. It was not surprising to everyone, and they were all thinking hard for a while.
Xu He thought for a long time, but he didn't have any good sentences. He was scheduled to be the head of the county examination interview. If he couldn't write a poem in a while, he would not only lose his own face, but also the county magistrate would not look good!
Thinking of this, he was a little anxious.
At this moment, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the pool under the rockery in the garden, and suddenly felt something in his heart.
County Magistrate Li has been observing the cases selected by his county examiner.
At the beginning, Xu He frowned slightly, and his heart also tightened. At this critical moment, if he couldn't write a poem, or if the poem was not good, where would he lose his face?
But the next second, Xu He's face showed excitement, and County Magistrate Li also became happy.
"Even my own son, I have never been so worried!"
At this moment, Xu He bowed and said: "Teacher, I have obtained the poem, please try to recite it!"
Everyone around them raised their heads and looked at Xu He in surprise.
In just a short time, the poem was written?
Magistrate Li nodded and signaled Xu He to start.
"Try to write Su Shi and Huichong's poem "Dawn Scenery on the Spring River", with two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a duck prophet of the warmth of the spring river"
"The new water in a duck's head is warm, and the duck in a warm place is a prophet.
Looking for a spring day on the river, when stacks are being put in front of the fence.
Ping Yin floats early, flowers and letters compete late,
The heart is dipped in the green fragrance, and the weather is clear at the helm.
She sleeps with her young in the vast air, basking in the sun with her side wings.
Asparagus shoots are sprouting across the pond, and willows are flying across the bridge.
The fumigation furnace is divided into trundles, and the painted foil is displayed with colored glaze.
If you can speak eloquently, we will have a good time together. "
After reciting a poem, everyone looked at each other and looked at each other with no idea of what Xu He's poem was like.
I heard every word clearly, but I didn't seem to understand every word.
Only Magistrate Li smiled with a hint of approval and nodded repeatedly.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the back hall and said loudly: "What a poem, what a poem!"
