Era: Starting with the struggle to refuse being taken advantage of

Chapter 88 Ready
It must be said that Wang Chengpeng's efforts in teaching Wang Zidong have not been in vain, which has resulted in his consistently high teaching level.

In addition, the process of making sugar from beets is not complicated, and Wang Yong made some white sugar by hand in just two days.

Looking at the crystal-clear, snow-white sugar in front of him, and smelling the tempting sweetness in the air, Wang Yong couldn't resist dipping his finger in it and tasting it.

In an instant, a pure sweetness spread in his mouth, a unique sense of happiness that only sweetness could bring.

Having tasted the white sugar he made himself, even Wang Yong, a grown man, was moved to tears, choking back sobs as he said:

"Master, I made it! I really made white sugar from beets."

"Thank you for your selfless sharing. With this technology, the villagers of Wangjia Village will definitely be able to live a better life than before."

From initial disdain to complete admiration, Wang Yong's transformation took only two days.

After he finished making the sugar himself, Wang Yong's first target for sharing was Wang Chengpeng, not his father Wang Fucheng.

When he first heard Wang Fucheng's sugar factory plan, he almost thought he was listening to a fantasy.

Especially when he heard that he actually had to learn from this greenhorn Wang Chengpeng, he stood up angrily and said:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. I would never learn any sugar-making tricks from a mere kid."

A father's love can sometimes be as heavy as a mountain, and at other times as swift as a belt being lashed repeatedly.

Although it wasn't Seven Wolves, it still allowed Wang Yong to feel a strong sense of fatherly love, so he could only reluctantly follow Wang Chengpeng to learn sugar-making techniques.

Although he didn't say anything, Wang Yong's face was full of resentment, and he showed no intention of learning diligently.

Wang Chengpeng didn't mind and just started making the syrup on his own.

In just one morning, he had boiled a large bowl of syrup from more than a dozen beets, placed it on the table, and said to Wang Yong:
"Cousin, try the taste, see if this is candy?"

Although he was distracted, Wang Yong did watch Wang Chengpeng do things from the sidelines the whole time.

Looking at the bowl of unrefined, light yellow, viscous, unidentified substance in front of him, he thought for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to pick up his chopsticks, dip a little into it, and put it in his mouth.

At this stage, the sugar has not yet been purified and contains some impurities, so it is not pure white in color.

However, the taste was also quite good, with the unique sweetness of sugar, which soothed Wang Yong's heart and soul.

Is this really candy?
How could sugar, which is more expensive than rice, be made so simply?
Unconvinced, Wang Yong took another bite. As the familiar sweetness spread in his mouth once more, this time, he had no more doubts.

This is sugar, genuine sugar made from beets.

Before Wang Yong could recover from the shock, he heard Wang Chengpeng's devilish voice say:

"I've already taught you the process; now it's your turn to put it into practice."

"There are still a lot of materials here. Try them out and let me see how much you've learned."

Wang Chengpeng's words left Wang Yong dumbfounded. Wang Chengpeng was indeed teaching seriously, but he wasn't learning seriously at all; he was just slacking off.

Could he possibly still claim that he never studied seriously? He could only grit his teeth and begin processing the beets according to his limited memory.

Fortunately, the sugar-making process using beets is not difficult; in fact, it can be described as simple.

Following the steps Wang Chengpeng had taught him from memory, he fiddled around with it and actually managed to make a small bowl of syrup.

However, compared to Wang Chengpeng's crystal-clear syrup, Wang Yong's syrup was more than ten times less appealing.

Not only was it black in color, but it also had specks of impurities floating inside, making it look like some kind of horrible dark cuisine.

Wang Chengpeng is not one to judge a book by its cover. Faced with such a culinary disaster, he said bluntly:
"Taste it, taste the fruits of your hard work all day long."

Upon hearing Wang Chengpeng's words, Wang Yong's expression immediately contorted into a bitter grimace, and he said:
"I'd better not try this. It wouldn't be worth it if I got sick from it."

Wang Chengpeng smiled and encouraged him, "If you don't even have the courage to taste it yourself, how can you grow your business and sell it to more people?"

"Don't worry, it's been cooked for so long, there's absolutely no way it will make you sick."

Before preparing it for Wang Yong, Wang Chengpeng carefully inspected the beets and found that apart from being a little shriveled, there was nothing wrong with them.

Unless Wang Yong used a supernatural alchemical pot, there's no way something like this could still be poisonous after being boiled for so long.

With a long face, under Wang Chengpeng's stern gaze, he finally gave it a try.

Using the same chopsticks, Wang Yong only dared to lightly dip a little bit of syrup to taste it this time. It tasted bitter, astringent, sweet, and even a bit burnt.

It's not delicious, but it's not bad either. The taste is a bit strange, but if you savor it carefully, you'll even find it somewhat unforgettable.

Wang Yong found it hard to believe that he could make syrup with his haphazard tinkering. Could it be that the skill threshold was so low?

As if to corroborate Wang Yong's guess, Wang Chengpeng said unhurriedly:
"Actually, the process of making sugar from beets is very simple. With a little effort, you can make syrup."

"However, it takes some effort to make pure syrup."

"The first step is to clean the beets, which requires extreme care."

"If there are too many impurities left, the boiled syrup will naturally look dirty."

"The same applies to filtering beetroot strands. If the filtering is not thorough, beetroot residue will remain in the syrup. With repeated boiling, under high temperature, it will carbonize and form impurities that affect the taste and flavor."

"The next thing to pay attention to is the heat. Sugar is not a very stable substance. Trying to speed up the process will only cause the sugar to caramelize and lose its original texture and flavor."

"There are many skills involved, or you could say there are none. You need to accumulate experience through repeated attempts and overcome all the difficulties encountered in the sugar-making process."

Looking at the bewildered Wang Yong, Wang Chengpeng knew that he had said a lot, but the other party might not necessarily understand.

Regardless of the era, knowledge is extremely expensive and requires a certain degree of transformation to master.

But that's alright. Wang Yong only needs to have the most basic ideas. He will grow little by little in the following attempts.

Thinking this, Wang Chengpeng pointed to the syrup that had been placed in the mold and cooled, and said:
"Alright, after waiting for so long, it's time to see the results."

"When the syrup is boiled to the point where it can still form a shape when dropped into water, it means that the sugar concentration is sufficient and the final step of crystallization can be carried out."

"Although it's still a short time, I believe the sugar on top has already crystallized."

Sure enough, the sugar syrup had solidified into a hard block on the top layer of the mold. Carefully remove it, and you'll see that it looks exactly like a sugar block.

After a simple cutting process, it becomes the white sugar commonly found in the market.

Although it's called white sugar, it's not actually completely snow-white at this point; it still looks slightly yellowish and contains some impurities that are difficult to remove.

The impurities in this way are harmless to the human body and do not affect the taste and texture of the white sugar. It is sufficient to sell it in this way.

Thinking this, Wang Chengpeng handed over the piece of candy and said:

"Try it again and see how it tastes different from the candy you buy in stores."

Wang Yong did not refuse the candy offered by Wang Chengpeng and chewed it in large mouthfuls, discovering that the candy actually tasted quite good.

He immediately exclaimed with delight, "Master, we succeeded! We really made white sugar!"

"Whether you look at it or taste it, it's even better than many white sugars on the market."

"I finally have some confidence in our sugar factory now. We are sure we can make it bigger and stronger."

This level of ability alone is not enough to grow bigger and stronger!
Wang Chengpeng shook his head slightly, not directly stating his thoughts.

The technology I provided is sufficient for opening a sugar factory. It's not my own sugar factory, and the other party isn't my parents, so I don't need to be so concerned.

Thinking this, Wang Chengpeng instructed, "I have taught you the skills I needed to teach you; the rest is up to you to figure out."

"There's still a day and a half left. Are you confident you can deliver the white sugar you made yourself to Uncle Wang?"

Nodding vigorously, Wang Yong said loudly, "Of course I'm confident!"

"Master, you've practically fed me all this food. If I still can't eat, I might as well find a block of tofu and smash my head against it."

"Don't worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations and get our sugar factory up and running as soon as possible."

Wang Chengpeng remained noncommittal and said nothing regarding Wang Yong's repeated emphasis on "we".

Slogans may sound nice, but ultimately we need to see how well they are actually implemented.

Having achieved his goal, he decided not to linger and went home to attend to his own affairs.

Even just proposing marriage, he had a lot to do.

(End of this chapter)