Since the Hu family's sister said that white sugar sold well and the price was within Fan Jin's expectations, Fan Jin was relieved.
After his rebirth, the examination and the National High School Entrance Examination were his top priorities.
Secondly, he had to quickly improve his life.
Fan Jin really couldn't stand the side dishes with brown rice every day.
Not to mention the Happy Water, there were no more meals.
There wasn't even a fried chicken drumstick. It was too difficult.
The filtering of white sugar was the earliest and fastest way to make money that Fan Jin had considered.
In this day and age, the technology of filtering brown sugar and white sugar was already available.
However, information spread very slowly these days.
Moreover, the technology was very tightly sealed.
What did he mean by passing it on to his son and not to his daughter?
He was even wary of his own daughter.
Not to mention outsiders.
At the very least, Fan Jin found that the vendors were selling coarse brown sugar along the way.
Only the big grocery stores and trading companies would sell a small amount of white sugar.
The white sugar was fine and had a good texture.
The price was also ten times higher than brown sugar.
In fact, the cost was quite limited.
As long as the white sugar was filtered out, the profit would be about five times.
It was quite impressive.
"Brother Fan Jin, you can make white sugar?"
Hu Yingying's eyes were filled with shock.
"Yes, I occasionally read about it in an ancient book. After thinking about it myself, I knew what to do.”
"Brother Fan Jin, you're amazing..."
The girl's eyes were filled with admiration.
There seemed to be little people waving flags and shouting in his eyes.
Brother Fan is so awesome.
Fan Jin felt a little ashamed.
"I won't discuss this with my father.”Hu Yingying smiled and said," White sugar is very easy to sell. Brother Fan Jin, take as much as you have. The market price is 50 wen per catty. Father won't say anything."”
"Okay, then it's a deal."
Not far away, Butcher Hu was waving his butcher knife as if he was arguing with someone.
This guy was drunk and dared to chase people for more than ten streets with a knife. He said he would cut people.
He also knew a few of them, and the father of Class Three in the county could also get to know them.
No one in the market or the village dared to provoke him.
Fan Jin felt a little guilty.
He quickly bid farewell to Hu Yingying.
He didn't buy any paper or books.
He went straight to a brown sugar stall and bought 200 catties of brown sugar for 1,000 wen.
Of course, Fan Jin couldn't carry it himself. He left the address, gave the money, and asked the peddler to push it to Fan Village with a cart.
Then, he walked back to the village calmly with an umbrella in his hand.
Not long after they reached home, the cart pushed two hundred catties of brown sugar all the way to Fan Jin's house.
When the brown sugar was carried into the house, Mrs. Fan was stunned when she saw the sugar.
This silly son, did he treat candy as rice?
When she heard Fan Jin say that he could turn brown sugar into white sugar, Mother Fan's face was filled with disbelief.
A few neighbors who came in to watch the commotion laughed out loud.
"Jinzi, the thing you read in the ancient book can be done. Everyone can make white sugar.”
"That's right. It's better to return the candy.”
"Scholars should focus on their studies. Why are you doing business?”
When Fan Jin heard this, he said seriously," I won't sell it. I only refine sugar. I won't do business."”
In this day and age, they were ranked according to scholars, farmers, merchants, and businessmen.
Scholars were first, farmers second, craftsmen third, and merchants were the standard cheap industry.
If a scholar were to do business openly, his reputation would be ruined.
No matter how well the article was written, there was no chance of passing the exam.
On the other hand, if his family had any specialties, selling them would not be a problem.
Scholar Scholar did not say that he would eat all of the grain, he had to sell it.
Fan Jin was anxious to make money, so he asked the idle people to leave.
The door was closed.
First, he burned the bark into activated carbon and ground it into ash.
Then, he set up a big pot and poured brown sugar into it.
Add water and boil.
Then, an appropriate amount of activated carbon was added.
He kept stirring.
Then, he used a linen cloth as a gauze and filtered it to obtain a liquid that was like clear water.
If the liquid was light yellow, it meant that the charcoal was not enough.
When the clear solution was boiled out, he poured it into a large pot and placed it in a steamer to continue heating and evaporating.
Finally, when the molten liquid was reduced by about 30%, the heating was stopped.
While Fan Jin was busy, Mother Fan was helping him.
His face was filled with helplessness.
In Mrs. Fan's eyes, her son was also a study addict.
However, thinking of her son's painstaking efforts, Mrs. Fan didn't have the heart to reprimand him.
If he failed later, he would ask someone to sell the rest of the brown sugar.
Although he would still suffer a lot of losses, he could only treat it as a lesson for his son.
But Fan Jin was exceptionally serious.
He wanted money!
He wanted to eat meat!
She had to wear warm clothes and sleep well!
Leave the matter of being content with poverty to others.
I'm just a layman.
So what if I love money?
Fan Jin had already seen this method when he was reading novels about time travel in his later life.
It wasn't just this.
There were many ways to get rich.
As long as this method was proven to be effective, the next step would be to take it one step further.
Both civil and martial arts, fame and wealth.
Power over the world.
His wealth was comparable to that of a country.
Wasn't this fragrant?
Fan Jin was really a little nervous...
He smiled naturally.
Now, he was putting in a lot of effort just for a few coins.
Why are you thinking so far ahead?
Finally.
The steamer had completely cooled down.
Fan Jin carefully lifted the lid of the pot.
Mrs. Fan also looked over nervously.
In the pottery basin…
It was a huge pile of white sugar that was as big as a snowy mountain!
The white sugar was still steaming.
However, they were as white as snow and as fine as sand.
This was the best white sugar!
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