Wang Zhong continued to explain: "The student comes from a poor family, with no parents to protect him, no brothers to help him, he is alone, powerless, and he is inevitably a little worried about what he does. Besides, he should take the exam. , Tongpan has already taken the entrance examination a few days ago, and Tongpan already knows how many pounds each student has, so why should the students compete for those false names in the literary conference? It would be better to live in peace and harmony."

"Hahaha!" Sheng Hong couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "My nephew is really interesting!"

"Why didn't my wise nephew hide his clumsiness when he took the school exam that day?"

When asking this question, Sheng Hong looked at Wang Zhong's eyes. Obviously, Sheng Hong was more interested in Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong said calmly: "The student's family is poor and he has no one to rely on. He is lucky enough to meet a bole like Tongpan. Naturally, he will do his best to gain access to Tongpan's eyes and be supported by Tongpan."

"How does my nephew know that I am Bole?" Sheng Hong asked again.

"If it weren't for Bole, why would Tongpan have to talk to a small scholar like his student at night, holding a candle and reluctant to leave?" Wang Zhong asked in reply, which directly touched Sheng Hong's heart.

"The good nephew is really interesting. No wonder my eldest brother admires the good nephew so much." Sheng Hong was not talking about Wang Zhong's talents. Sheng Wei himself had not read many books. How could the school test reveal Wang Zhong's real talents? However, Wei brought Wang Zhong to Sheng Hong, which showed how much Sheng Wei valued Wang Zhong.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It is a student's blessing to be valued by Tongjian and his uncle!"

"My nephew doesn't have a name for me yet!" Sheng Hong suddenly changed his voice.

"The student has been alone since he was a child, and the trace of his ancestor is elusive. There has been no news for several years, so he has not yet chosen his first name!"

Sheng Hong said: "How about I give my nephew a nickname?"

"It's what I asked for!" Wang Zhong immediately bowed and saluted. In ancient times, it was not just anyone who could pick a person's name. The person who first picked the name was either his biological father, his teacher, or a respected elder with good connections. Not bad.

Sheng Hong presented Wang Zhong with a nickname, which was not only recognition of Wang Zhong, but also an attempt to win over Wang Zhong.

"Those who are heavy (chong: two tones) are called Tongzhong (zhong: four tones), so how about they are called Zihou!" Sheng Hong twirled his beard with his right thumb and index finger, making a contemplative gesture, remembering what Wang Zhong said at the literary meeting just now Performance, when I saw myself and all my actions just now, my eyes immediately lit up.

"Thank you uncle for the calligraphy!" Wang Zhong immediately raised his hand in greeting, his face full of joy, and his title of Sheng Hong was changed from Tongpan to uncle.

Sheng Hong was quite happy: "Then I will accept the word 'uncle'!"

"It should be like this!" Wang Zhong cupped his hands again.

"Since Zihou calls me 'uncle', there are some words that I, as an uncle, should also say to Zihou." Sheng Hong's expression suddenly changed and he said with some emotion.

Wang Zhong immediately said with a serious face: "Please give me some advice, uncle!"

Sheng Hong said: "I heard from elder brother that Zihou is busy running the family business now?"

Wang Zhong knew what Sheng Hong wanted to say as soon as he heard it, and had no intention of hiding it. He just said helplessly: "There is only one widow in Zhong's family now. She is a farmer and is not good at management. Most of the things in the family can only be done by herself." Already."

Sheng Hong naturally knew the situation in Wang Zhong's family, but he still reminded him: "Everything has a root and a bottom, and the family business naturally needs to be managed, but study cannot be left behind. If you become a Jinshi, your money and property will continue to flow. Zihou still needs to sort it out. That’s right, don’t put the cart before the horse.”

"Thank you uncle for your advice!" Wang Zhong said very cautiously: "Keep it in mind."

Sheng Hong stopped talking and said instead: "My father, Bai, is a few years younger than Zihou, but his temperament is quite similar to Zihou. If Zihou is free, can you come to the house to teach the dog a thing or two?"

Wang Zhong said modestly: "I don't want to give you advice, but I can discuss knowledge with Brother Changbai in order to make progress together!"

"Zihou is too modest!" Sheng Hong said: "Zihou is rich in learning and is no less generous than a Jinshi. Quanzi now doesn't even have any fame, so he should ask Zihou for advice."

"Then the juniors will come to your door more and more to bother you?"

"That's how it should be!"

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Sheng Hong also wanted to invite Wang Zhong to his home for dinner, but Wang Zhong declined.

After returning home, Wang Zhong concentrated on the frosting workshop, and occasionally would go out in person to give on-site teaching to the villagers of Baishui Village.

Seven or eight days later, Sheng Wei returned to Yangzhou again, bringing with him the first batch of purchases, a whole shipload of syrup.

More than fifty carts were pulled, but fortunately the warehouse prepared by Wang Zhong in advance was large enough, so there was room to store it.

In the afternoon, Wang Zhong cooked himself and made a hot pot. He used pork bones, old hens, and old ducks as the base soup, added the ingredients fried in mutton oil, sesame paste, chopped celery, coriander, green onions, The dipping sauce made from minced garlic and chilled rice wine made Sheng Wei, a veteran of the wine industry, drunk.

The next morning, Sheng Wei opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar room. The intermittent images in his mind gradually became coherent and clear. He couldn't help but laugh at himself and shook his head.

Unexpectedly, after hunting geese all day long, I was pecked by this little goose again, and was actually made drunk by that boy Wang Zhong.

As soon as Sheng Wei made some movement, his personal entourage came up to him, "Sir, the prince ordered someone to prepare hot water. Do you want to take a shower and change clothes before going to see the prince?"

Sheng Wei said: "Let's take a shower and change clothes first!"

After washing away the smell of alcohol and fatigue, Sheng Wei's mind was already very clear: "Where is Zihou now?"

The attendant replied: "Master Wang is practicing martial arts behind Zhuangzi at the moment!"

"Practice martial arts?" Sheng Wei was a little surprised: "Come on, let's go over and have a look!"

In the third-level village, there was not much space in the front yard, and the middle yard was not too noisy, remote, and small. Wang Zhong simply changed the backyard, which was originally a woodshed, utility room, and livestock shed, into a martial arts arena.

The ground is paved with a thick layer of blue bricks, and you can practice archery outside the back door, which is very convenient.

The wing room where Sheng Wei was located was originally in front of the study room in the side courtyard. After passing through the corridor of the study room, you reached the backyard.

Sheng Wei stood in the corridor, looking at the tall and burly figure in the courtyard. He was holding a five-foot long ring-headed sword in both hands. As he moved around, the waterfall-like light of the sword was very frightening.

There are not many fancy movements, but some basic knife skills such as chopping and picking, but the speed of the knife, the bright light of the knife brings up the afterimages, and the continuous light of the knife is like Sheng Wei, who is not skilled in martial arts.

People can also see how powerful this sword technique is.

After Wang Zhong sheathed his sword, it was not over. He raised his toes and took the one-foot-four-foot-long spear on the weapon rack. Wang Zhong was seen stepping on his horse, holding the gun sideways, and shaking it.

Got a big gun.

A large four-foot-long spear seemed to turn into a swimming dragon. The entire spear body was constantly shaking, advancing or retreating with Wang Zhong's movements, like a long snake spitting out messages to attack.

Sheng Wei was stunned!

It wasn't until Wang Zhong finished practicing the spear that he applauded and strode up to Wang Zhong: "I didn't expect that Zihou was not only talented in martial arts, but he was also so strong in martial arts."

Wang Zhong took the towel handed over by Wang Erxi, wiped off the fine sweat on his forehead, and humbly said: "It's just some banker's tricks that make uncle laugh!"

After calling Sheng Hong uncle, Wang Zhong changed his name to Sheng Wei from uncle to uncle in order to distinguish him.

"Zihou is so humble. If my incompetent son was as capable as you, I wouldn't have to worry so much." Sheng Wei sighed with emotion.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wang Zhong smiled slightly, did not answer the question, and asked instead: "Uncle, can you have breakfast?"

Sheng Wei said: "I was about to take a bath and change clothes. I heard Zhu Gui said that Zihou was practicing martial arts here. I was curious, so I came over directly without having time to eat!"

"At this time, my sister-in-law should have prepared the meal. Uncle, please move to the side hall first and we will arrive later."

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After having breakfast with Sheng Wei, Wang Zhong led Sheng Wei to the sugar workshop.

Yesterday, all the syrup brought by Sheng Wei was put into storage. This morning, the newly built sugar workshop was officially in operation.

Different from some workshops that Sheng Wei had seen, which were messy and disorderly, in Wang Zhong's sugar workshop, each step was divided into different areas, and everyone was assigned different tasks, including boiling and cooking. , everything seemed in order, and the ground was paved with blue bricks, so it was not messy.

Wang Zhong led Sheng Hong on a tour. Sheng Wei looked at the busy scene of the villagers in Baishui Village in the workshop and couldn't help but nodded, looking forward to the cooperation with Wang Zhong.

"I wonder how much icing sugar can be extracted in my nephew's workshop in one day?" Sheng Wei curiously asked Wang Zhong next to him.

Wang Zhongdao: "The refining method is quite repetitive. According to the current scale, about two hundred kilograms of icing sugar can be produced in one day."

“I wonder how much syrup is needed for one pound of icing?”

"It's hard to say. The main reason is that the concentration of the syrup is different. If it's sugar cane, about ten pounds of sugar cane can produce one pound of frosting!" Wang Zhong also gave a rough figure.

The so-called syrup is a high-concentration fluid extracted from sugarcane juice. Due to various differences such as the heat of the process, the sugar content of the syrup will naturally vary.

"So, when syrup is made into icing, there won't be a lot of waste?" Since he was going to be in the sugar business, Sheng Wei had naturally learned about it and conducted in-depth investigations into the making of syrup.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "It's really not much."

Ten days later, Sheng Hong took the first batch of refined sugar and boarded a ship heading north to Bianliang, Tokyo.
Chapter completed!