Chapter 131 Slime Corpse, We Like You

Among the ruins, the lights of the Papal Palace are always the brightest.

Because Pope Horn and Saint Jeanne both lived in that wooden house, their fluorescent lamps were much brighter than those of ordinary people.

Like a star under the night sky.

Horn squatted on the ground, pushing the light of the fluorescent lamp to its limit.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and he nervously shone the light on the ground.

On the wooden floor, there was a ceramic basin filled with black sugar water dissolved with clear lime water and added with slime gel.

A reddish-black gel mass floated in the water, and Horn could clearly see a circle of light yellow icing condensed on the wall of the ceramic basin.

This was the way Horn thought of to develop the economy, refining sugar.

Pure white sugar is a high-end luxury product, costing up to 18 dinars per pound.

The price of brown sugar is only 2 dinars per pound. After deducting labor costs and material costs, the net profit can reach 10 dinars.

You know, Chizhao Town is located in the south. Even if there is no sugarcane, it is more convenient to grow fruits with high sugar content than in the north.

If we can produce white sugar, with the locational advantages of the south, it will soon become a strong industrial chain.

The first method he thought of was the yellow mud water sugar sprinkling method from Tiangong Kaiwu.

So after buying a lot of brown sugar, Horn poured yellow mud water on it for an entire afternoon, but there was no effect.

Later, Horn thought about the composition of yellow mud water and its adsorption capacity was not as good as that of activated carbon, so how could it be used as a decolorizer?

Then the only explanation is that the so-called yellow mud water is not real yellow mud water, but kaolin dyed with red soil.

Then the most useful ingredient is most likely montmorillonite in kaolin, but the question is whether montmorillonite exists in this world?

After asking Sissi, Horn discovered that there really is something with similar effects in this world, and it is often used to make antidiarrhea medicines.

That is the dried and ground slime gel powder.

It went around in a circle and came back again.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Horn put the slime gel powder into the brown sugar water soaked in lime water and stirred it continuously.

As the slime gel solidified again, the originally black sugar water actually turned red.

After standing for a period of time, the upper layer is a light yellow transparent liquid, and the lower layer is a black and red turbid precipitate.

During the process of drying and evaporating in the shade, the clear liquid on the upper layer actually precipitated "white sugar".

Since there is no honey separator, this white sugar frosting actually contains molasses and is not snow-white at all. At best, it can only be considered brown sugar.

This is already whiter than the whitest sugar on the market. If we can develop activated carbon and hand-cranked separators in the future, we might be able to produce real white sugar.

"Slime corpse, we like you." After testing it on mice to make sure it was non-toxic, Horn hummed happily and handed the prepared sugar water to Jeana.

"Try it." Horn took a sip of his own sugar water and said to Jeanne with a smile.

Jeanna looked up from her copy of "Knight Cephall", took a sip of the sugar water, and frowned: "It's too sweet, I'll drink it later."

After saying that, she lowered her head again and copied out sentences from "Knight Cefar" word by word.

Influenced by the test-takers in the small town of Horn, Jeanne has been studying hard recently.

She made slow progress, but she managed to finish half of the book bit by bit.

In Horn's opinion, you either choose Cheese Snow Leopard or choose Knowledge Explosion.

The daily routine during this period was that Jeanne taught Horn breathing techniques in the morning, and Horn taught Jeanne writing and arithmetic in the afternoon.

In fact, the progress of both of them is not very fast.

A cool breeze came in through the crack in the door. Horn looked towards the door and saw Grampven walking in with a box.

"What are you doing here so late?" "Mr. Thomas has brought you a present. They said they heard you like books, so they found some books with lots of words."

"They also know this." Horn opened the box and blew away the dust on the cover. "Where did these books come from?"

“I picked them up from scavenging here and there, and some of them were dug out from nearby ruins.”

"Is there such good luck? You didn't steal it, did you?" Picking up a book, Horn shook it to shake off the dust and grass leaves between the pages.

Books are not cheap in the Empire, but they were able to pick up nearly twenty of them.

"Probably not, right?" Grampven answered hesitantly, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "This area used to be a commercial port with many warehouses, but then there was a fire, and when it was halfway through being rebuilt, there was a flood, and it was abandoned.

If nothing unexpected happens, these books should be left behind by those merchants.”

Horn really needed books. After all, books were needed to cultivate talents and understand the situation of the empire. But when he opened a book that was sent to him, he fell silent again.

"Madeleine, go tell them that I appreciate the kindness, but a book with many words on it may not be a book. It could also be an account book."

Horn flipped through all the books in the small box and found that they were all messy account books of various chambers of commerce.

"What about these account books?" Granpuwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Throwing it back into the box, Horn covered his mouth and nose and said, "Didn't I teach those child soldiers and the bishops and elders double-entry bookkeeping and statistics before? They have nothing to do recently, so they can practice with this."

The account book is lost anyway, so it is better to train their ability to handle complicated affairs and data.

Horn didn't ask them to really achieve anything, he just wanted them to get familiar with it first.

He knew that his way of doing everything himself would not last long. It was okay for these 1200 people, but it would be troublesome once the number expanded to .

Along the way, Horn had Armand, himself, Jessica and even Bonard go on stage in shackles to teach the children's soldiers, elders and bishops in turn.

Using Horn's simplified alphabet, they were able to at least read and do some simple arithmetic.

"Oh, by the way, Your Majesty, there is one more thing six days later..." Grampven stood there shyly and awkwardly.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have a fart, say it quickly."

"Dia and I are planning to hold our wedding in about six days..."

"Boom!"

Before Grampwen could finish his words, the sound of gunfire in the night sky drowned out the rest of his sentence.

Jeanne immediately jumped up and ran towards the direction of the gunfire, but Horn grabbed her wrist.

"It's the legion commanders from the new camp." Horn smiled calmly, "Don't worry, I have arranged it in advance."

Listening to the bangs of gunfire, Jeanna stood at the door and looked over there for a long time before turning back and asking, "How did you know?"

"This morning, I used my financial power to sideline them. If they don't resist now, when will they resist?"

"Do they still have the guts to do this?"

"The old dog still has a few rotten teeth. Even if it was Myrcella herself who came to seize power today, they would still try." Horn yawned, "What level of civilization are we at? If there is no bloodshed in the transfer of power, it is not called a transfer of power."

Looking at Grampven who was still standing there with the box in his hand, Horn laughed, "Six days later, right? Don't worry, I'll be there to marry you. I'll definitely be there."

As soon as Grampven left, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard again.

With a happy smile on his face, Das strode all the way to Horn.

"Wanpiao, those bandits have escaped. We killed five and injured three. What should we do?"

"Hang up the dead for public display, and treat the living well and release them tomorrow."

"Why not kill them together?" Das asked.

"Kill them? If you kill them, who will know how strong we are?"

(End of this chapter)