After being expelled from the mansion, I changed the dynasty by writing novels.

Chapter 132 Attempting to Make White Sugar

Is he really just going to travel with them?!

He naturally couldn't get the real answer.

On the first day of the book's publication, Ye Yuwu received a bunch of "warm greetings" from readers.

Upon opening the letter, she discovered that someone had actually written to ask—is the recipe for white sugar real? Is it really possible to make two different colored sugars, yet as fine as sand?

As everyone knows, there is no shortage of sugarcane in Jinchao, especially during this season, and the method Ye Yuwu wrote in her storybook is very simple to extract its refined sugar.

It's simply unbelievable, no wonder some people have doubts.

Anyway, Ye Yuwu had been questioned for quite some time, so she was curious who would be the first to make this white sugar.

She could actually do it herself; she could make a fortune from it.

However, she felt she had already taken on a lot and was afraid of being targeted.

White sugar is used in many foods.

The sugar from Jinchao contains many impurities, and some of it isn't even sweet.

Since it's going to become widespread eventually anyway, I might as well write this method into a storybook first. If someone actually implements it in the future, I can share some of the risks with her.

She wrote her reply to the letter very carefully, and then had it mailed out.

Ye Yuwu was unaware that her reply had been delivered to Sun Xianren's residence.

"What is the teacher thinking?" The next day, Lans Nian visited Sun Xianren at his academy.

Sun Xianren sat on the empty terrace. There was no wind or snow on the terrace today, so the curtains did not sway. Sun Xianren sat cross-legged on the cushion, just looking at the book in his hands.

Only when Lance Nian got closer could he see that he was holding the latest issue of "Between Square Inches" in his hand, and the pages were obviously turned many times, with some wrinkles.

Sun Xianren had Lan Sinian sit to his side, and then he asked, "Simiao, do you think this white sugar can really be made?"

Simiao was Lan Sinian's courtesy name. When Lan Sinian heard his mentor suddenly sigh, he paused, not expecting that his master would also be troubled by some things.

"This disciple does not know, but we can give it a try. After all, we'll only know if it works after we try." Lan Sinian was very surprised. Ever since the book appreciation gathering, his master had become very strange, always thinking about something.

"Haha, yes, I've been thinking too narrowly. If you only think but don't act, you'll never get the answer you want."

"Teacher, I am willing to share this burden with you."

Lans Nian didn't say this casually; since he had said it to Sun Xianren, he would do it.

So after leaving Sun Xianren's academy, he picked and chose many good-looking sugarcanes on the street, and carried a bunch of sugarcanes back to his home.

Fearing failure, he bought quite a lot of sugarcane, but he was strong enough to carry it back slowly.

He is now the top scholar in the imperial examination, and the court has bestowed upon him a mansion. He now has his own residence, has brought his parents to the mansion, and has also arranged for several servants to live there.

So when he carried a bunch of sugarcane back to the mansion, everyone in the mansion was astonished.

The servant quickly took the sugarcane from his shoulder. He gave it to the servant and specifically instructed him not to bump or knock it, but to handle it properly.

Although the servant was surprised and puzzled by his master's precious attitude towards the sugarcane, he still agreed and did as instructed.

"Son, what are you doing?" Lan Sinian's parents were very puzzled, thinking he wanted to eat sugarcane. "If you want to eat sugarcane, just ask the servants in the manor to buy it. Why carry it back by yourself? There's too much to eat."

"Mother, these sugarcanes are not for eating."

"If you're not going to eat it, what's the point of buying it?"

Lance didn't explain much, but said something to his parents and then turned around and went back to his room to change his clothes.

He changed his crescent-colored brocade robe into coarse linen clothes, just to avoid getting the brocade clothes dirty or damaged.

Not only did he change his clothes, but he also brought the storybook out of his room, tucked it under his arm, and went to the kitchen of the mansion.

"Where's the sugarcane?" he asked the chef.

"My lord, the sugarcane is all stored here safely." The head chef led Lans Nian to the backyard of the kitchen, where various vegetables and meats purchased by the household were kept.

It's cold outside now, so leaving these foods outside will prevent them from spoiling.

Lance nodded and had the kitchen helpers peel the sugarcane and cut it into pieces.

Then he took a grinding tool and crushed the sugarcane into juice.

As he flipped through the book of methods written in it, he instructed the kitchen staff to do as he requested.

"Sir, it's all been crushed into juice."

Lance nodded, looking quite satisfied with the vat of sugarcane juice in the yard.

"Next, we'll start a fire to boil the sugarcane juice, while the other two go to prepare the muddy water and thatch."

Having received their orders, the men went about their respective tasks.

The fire was lit, and sugarcane juice was placed in the pot, but he didn't know how to boil it before scooping it out.

But he still knew how to simmer it slowly over low heat.

After a while, just as described in the book, the yellowish-black color gradually took shape and was even bubbling. Without much hesitation, he had someone scoop it out.

He squeezed a lot of sugarcane juice at once, but he didn't dare use it all at once for fear of failure, so he tried it in batches, and he was sure that one batch would be successful.

After it's cooked, pour it into a prepared earthenware jar, and then add yellow mud water.

A servant standing nearby couldn't help but ask, "Can you still drink it if you add mud to it?"

He clearly didn't know what his master was going to do, but he knew that sugarcane juice was drinkable, and now it was going to be poured with yellow mud, which was really absurd.

Even the servants had their doubts, and Lance Nian himself was a little skeptical.

Can this muddy water really separate sugarcane juice? Can it really produce pure white sugar and brown sugar as described in the book?

He was skeptical, but it would take a day to see the outcome.

So after he finished all that, he instructed the kitchen staff to keep a close eye on the earthenware jars and make sure nothing went wrong.

The following day, Lance was still practicing calligraphy in his study.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside. There was a knock on the door of his study. Lan Sinian frowned and pushed the door open. Everyone in the manor knew one thing: when the master was practicing calligraphy in his study, he must not be disturbed, or he would be severely scolded.

Therefore, no one dared to disturb Lance Nian when he was practicing calligraphy, not even the master and the old lady.

Today, someone actually dared to knock on the door of the study and disturb the master's calligraphy practice. This surprised some of the servants in the mansion, but they dared not approach for fear of "blood" splattering on them.

As soon as Lance opened the door, he saw the person who came in, panting heavily and covered in sweat.

"My lord, my lord, hurry to the kitchen..."

Before the servant could catch his breath or finish speaking, Lansinian bypassed him and hurriedly headed towards the kitchen inside the mansion.

After the servant thoughtfully closed the study door for him, he followed behind Lance Nian. However, Lance Nian was running too fast, and the servant, who had been running in a hurry, could not catch up with him at all.

Meanwhile, the servants who witnessed this from a distance were whispering among themselves.