The Lucky Farmgirl-Chapter 70 - 第五十九章 欣慰_1

Before Bai Shanbao could speak, Zhou SiLang expressed his doubt, “I’ve never heard of sugarcane being used to make sugar.”

“It definitely can,” Keke had told her, and there couldn’t be a mistake.

She added, “If wheat can be used to make sugar, why can’t sugarcane?”

The sugar they bought from the market was mostly made from wheat, Keke said it was called maltose.

Zhou SiLang was at a loss for words and couldn’t help but ask, “Then you tell me, how is it made?”

How would Manbao know?

She went to ask Keke.

The system asked, “Does the host want to search for sugar-making techniques?”

Manbao answered “Yes,” and the system generated a string of data, its voice sounding somewhat excited, “This will consume one hundred points.

Does the host confirm the search?”

Manbao blinked, “Why does it need points?”

The system’s voice dropped a little, saying, “This is technical knowledge.

The sugarcane you have recorded in the system only has the most basic introduction, and the description of the sugar-making technique is not comprehensive.

So, if you want to make sugar, apart from figuring it out yourself, you can only purchase this technology through the system’s encyclopedia.”

Keke paused then said, “Once the host searches for this technology, the content of the technology will permanently exist within the system and the host can view it at any time.”

The implication was, it wouldn’t be a loss for you.

But Manbao was someone who couldn’t bear to spend an extra point for a bag of sugar, would she spend one hundred points for a sugar-making technique?

So Manbao refused Keke, and then called up the entry for sugarcane.

Anything she had recorded, there would be people studying it later, and then they would upload the entry to the system, which she could click to read for free.

The entry for sugarcane had been recorded for a long time, but the entry was very short, only mentioning its cultivation history and distribution areas, and things like its use for making sugar and alcohol.

Manbao scratched her head and said to Zhou SiLang, “Making sugar should be similar to making soup, just chop it up and boil it in water, right?

You should ask how people make sugar from wheat, it might be similar to that.”

“That’s their trade secret, why would they tell me?”

Manbao naturally said, “Then you just try one method after another.

After all, sugarcane doesn’t cost any money, you can try as much as you want.”

Such a bold declaration left Zhou SiLang speechless.

Bai Shanbao, however, was pensive, “Didn’t the teacher say that there are many, many pieces of knowledge in books?

Maybe there’s a method to make sugar in them?”

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Manbao: “My family doesn’t have any books.”

“My family does,” Bai Shanbao said, “My family has lots and lots of books!”

Manbao’s eyes lit up, “Really?

Can I see it?”

“Of course, you can.

Come to my house after school tomorrow, and I’ll show you the books,” Bai Shanbao said.

When they left their old home, they didn’t bring much else, just several carts of books.

His grandmother had said that those books were their family’s treasures and whether he would make something of himself depended on these treasures.

Bai Shanbao actually had a little secret he hadn’t told Manbao: he thought there were too many books.

Just the thought of his grandmother wanting him to read all of them scared him terribly, so he wanted to give some to Manbao.

If he made other friends in the future, he would give them some as well.

Every book he gave away meant one less that he had to read, an idea that had just occurred to him.

Take Zhou SiLang, for example.

He just had so many sweet canes, but after giving each of them one piece, there wasn’t much left for him.

If Ms.

Liu and Mr.

Zhuang knew that this was how Bai Shanbao applied logic, they would probably die of anger.

However, at the moment, none of them knew about it, and Manbao just thought Bai Shanbao was really a good person.

Not only did he play with her but he was also willing to let her read his books, and now he was whispering in her ear, offering to give her some books.

Manbao was truly moved, so when she saw Bai Shanbao looking eagerly toward the mountain, she took the initiative to lead him up the hill to play.

Whenever Manbao went up the mountain, Datou was bound to follow to protect them, so Second Son and Daya couldn’t sit still either, insisting on joining in.

As a result, the moment Manbao arrived, she took all of Zhou SiLang’s helpers away.

Zhou SiLang was so angry he shouted, “Are you here to help or not?

Are you?!”

But it was no use; a bunch of children focused only on the wildflowers and grasses on the mountain already couldn’t hear him, as they chased each other and ran uphill, hooting and hollering.

The Bai family’s servants followed quietly.

He figured he would need to report back to the old lady and suggest getting a bigger study companion for the young master, one who could keep up with his running around.

This mountain wasn’t very big.

What was extensive were the forests stretching out behind it.

This particular mountain was mostly low shrubs and weeds, commonly used for fodder, so fewer wild animals meant the adults felt safe letting the children run around here.

To call it a mountain was actually generous—it was more like a hill.

Reaching the top, the children were out of breath.

They simply sat down on the ground and, after catching their breath, stood up to take in the view from above.

Seeing the wisp of smoke rising from the nearby village, Bai Shanbao couldn’t help but let out a loud “Aaaah.”

His shout startled Manbao, but seeing him shout so gleefully, she too opened her mouth and started to yell at the sky.

Datou and the others joined in and soon the wilderness echoed with their voices, nearly deafening the servant nearby.

In Manbao’s mind, Keke watched with some interest and instructed her, “Put your hands by your mouth when you shout—it will make your voice louder.”

Manbao covered her face with her hands and asked in her mind, “Like this?”

“Cup your mouth…”

With Keke’s guidance, Manbao finally made the right gesture and began to yell again.

When she finished, she asked Bai Shanbao beside her, “Doesn’t it sound much louder?”

Thinking she was challenging him, Bai Shanbao mimicked her and let out a loud yell, then said, “Mine’s louder than yours.”

The two children began to argue.

The servant, fearing they might start fighting, quickly pointed to a cluster of flowers nearby and said, “Young master, aren’t those flowers beautiful?”

Manbao looked in the direction he indicated and immediately said, “I know these flowers.

How about I make a flower crown for you?

It looks very pretty when worn.”

So the quarrel ended, and they both ran to pick flowers and grass, then squatted down to start making flower crowns.

Manbao was a bit rusty, but her flower crown turned out much prettier than Bai Shanbao’s, so she gave hers to him and even placed it on his head.

She reluctantly accepted the flower crown that Bai Shanbao gave her.

Although it was quite ugly, to give him face, Manbao still insisted on wearing it all the way home.

Bai Shanbao also returned home with a crown of flowers to see his grandmother and mother.

When Ms.

Liu and Ms.

Zheng saw Bai Shanbao come back from school looking like this, they were both amused and exasperated.

But seeing how happy he was, with his little face blushing with excitement, they couldn’t help but feel reassured.