Reborn farmhouse busy farming

Chapter 34 Sapium Oil

Old man Luo was very worried when he looked at the cloud sprouts in the ten acres of land.In his mind, it’s not good to plant more than ten acres of land. If you have to plant this, you can’t eat it. Every household can grow it, but you can’t sell it. They are old and taste bad, so they can only be fed to pigs.He has always been clumsy, and he doesn't like to talk very much. Besides, the land has been planted, so it's hard for him to say anything at this time, but he will inevitably mutter a few words.

"Grandpa, don't worry, it's definitely not a loss to grow this. I'm afraid that by this time next year, Grandpa will also want to grow it." Luo Tiandu smiled.

This is a business that only makes money but does not lose money. She doesn't want to tell old man Luo that she only cares about making a fortune by herself. It's just that people here are conservative in thinking and she is only five years old. Even if she talks nonsense, no one will Believe me, I can’t say that I think I’m poor and crazy, and I’m whimsical. Instead of doing that, it’s better to plant a season first and speak with facts. The villagers have seen the profit prospect of growing rapeseed with their own eyes. Follow up.

Seeing the innocent look of his little granddaughter, old man Luo swallowed no matter how many words he had to say, let out a long "ah" and poured dung on his head.

Rapeseed seedlings are new and alive, and the seedlings are weak. They need to be fertilized, but too much fertilizer cannot be tolerated, otherwise the seedlings will be washed to death.Old man Luo was familiar with the crops he had planted all his life. He estimated the fertility, and mixed two buckets of fertilizer with water, which was just right for one mu of land.

Even so, Luo Baisu picked it up and down dozens of times, until his shoulders became red, swollen and peeling, and he was finally done.

Mrs. Yao was not at home, so old man Luo could only cook by himself, so Mrs. Fang told Mrs. Luo not to start a business, but to eat at his own side.She was grateful to old man Luo for his help, and went to weigh two taels of meat, squeezed out oil and stewed a pot of mushrooms and potatoes, and made a few taels of white wine for Luo Baisu to drink with old man Luo.

That night, the old man Luo, who only knew how to work all his life and didn't drink alcohol, got drunk for the first time. She...is sick, she...is sick here..." When old man Luo said that he was sick, he pointed to the position of the heart with his finger.

"She, she has been ill since the old man asked your mother to give birth to a son..." Old man Luo hiccupped and continued, "You don't know, at that time, she stayed up all night, Walking around in the room, crying and laughing for a while, the soles of the shoes were worn through four pairs in one month alone."

"But, what can I do? The old man wants a grandson, and I want a child, but she can't give birth."

"I know... know, I'm useless, I'm sorry for you, but you are promising, and your two children are... and filial... Don't learn from your father and me, even if your wife doesn't have a son in the future, you will Be good to her, good to my two good grandchildren... Hiccup..."

It is said that old man Luo utters the truth after drinking, these words may have been suppressed in the bottom of his heart for a lifetime, if not for being drunk this time, unable to control his tongue, and old man Luo's temper, I am afraid that it will be rotten in his heart for the rest of his life, I can't tell.

Luo Tian thought, old man Luo looks dull and honest, but he is the one who sees the most clearly in this family. He sees Yao's unstable mental state hidden under the appearance of eccentricity and unreasonableness, and he also understands what caused this situation. The reason for everything is just that he has no ability to change.This is Yao's hurdle, if she can't relax herself, if she can't get over this hurdle, she will only sink deeper and deeper, and it is not impossible for her to really go crazy in the end.

After the old man Luo talked, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he fell on the dining table and fell asleep.

Fang and Luo Baisu looked at each other for a while, and then hurriedly helped old man Luo to sleep in the main room. Old man Luo was drunk, and as soon as his head touched the pillow, he went to dream about Duke Zhou.

That night, Yao shi did not come back, and Luo Baihan did not return all night, he only called someone to come back to deliver a message, saying that he was late for studying and could not come back, so he just stayed overnight at a classmate's house.

When Mrs. Yao came back from Luo Baiqiu's house, he saw that the cesspit was empty, and there was another commotion. He even clamored to go to the field to pull out the cloud sprouts that Luo Baisu's family had worked so hard to plant. Knowing how old man Luo persuaded him, he finally calmed down, but since then, Mrs. Yao stared at the wall of the east room where Mrs. Fang lived with hatred.

Fang Shi was frightened by that stare, and reminded herself to avoid Yao Shi at all times, but the two families now live in the same yard, and they can't see each other when they look up, no matter how careful they are, there will always be times when they meet each other. At this time, Fang Shi could not avoid being ridiculed by Yao Shi.

Fang is not soft-tempered, sometimes Yao speaks too harshly and can't help but want to retort. At this time, Luo Tian persuades her in private: "Mother, she is sick, you can see it for grandpa's sake." Don’t worry about it, after we save enough money, we’ll be fine after we move out.”

"When will I be able to save enough money?" Fang also understood this truth, but the thought of being squeezed in the same yard with Yao felt extremely sad.

In fact, at this time, Mrs. Fang still has a few coins on hand. If she really wants to build a house, she can barely build two earthen houses if she is more frugal. But in this way, the family really does not have much money to live on, not to mention that it will be used for spring farming next year. Money, even this winter, will be a little tight, which is definitely not enough.

Fang Shi thought the same way, and was very depressed for a while, and after being coaxed by Luo Tiandu, his mood just improved.

For a moment, I thought of the black tallow seeds sent to the oil mill. It has been a few days, and I don’t know whether the oil has been squeezed out or not. When it was oily, I pushed the cart to the oil mill to drag the Chinese tallow tree oil back.

Luo Tian also wanted to see what kind of tools this ancient oil mill used to squeeze oil, so he went along with him arguing.

It was an old-fashioned small family workshop, the head of the family was surnamed Zhao, and his ancestors had run this workshop for generations, so it was considered a time-honored brand.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Before I got close, I heard a very rhythmic impact sound coming from the oil workshop. The dull sound seemed to hit my heart every now and then.Outside the oil mill, tung seeds, hazelnuts and other raw materials for oil extraction are piled up everywhere, like hills.

Stepping into the oil workshop, a wave of heat hits us.The light inside was very dim, and from the faint flames from the fire, one could vaguely see a huge mill in the middle, and a young man was pouring tung seeds into the mill.

Near the window, there is a large pot, steaming in the pot, two tall young men are wrapping the crushed tung seeds in a square cloth, and putting them into a pot of boiling hot water, and the other two A young man, just standing on the other side, took out the package of cooked tung seeds with big iron tongs, shoveled them into the pre-tied straw bag, wrapped them tightly and carried them to the press to squeeze the oil.

The oil press is in the other corner of the room. A middle-aged man is rounding his arms and is using a hammer to knock on the wooden wedge on the press. There is crystal clear and bright tung oil on the iron hoop wrapped with tung bran cakes underneath. Seep out, "tick tick tick", slowly drip into the oil tank.

Luo Tian stared intently at this ancient and primitive way of extracting oil, which really opened his eyes.

Seeing Mrs. Fang and the others coming, the young man squatting by the fire gave a quick shout, and then two tall and strong women brought out a large tank, which was filled with half a tank of yellow oil.Only then did Fang realize that the black tallow seeds, which the villagers usually regard as useless, can indeed be squeezed out for oil.

More than 500 catties of black tallow seeds were squeezed out, and more than 130 catties of oil were squeezed. The Zhao family received 130 Wen as wages and deducted five catties of oil as usual.

Luo Tian was afraid that the Zhao family would use this oil for cooking, so he specially told him: "Uncle Zhao, although this oil looks good, it cannot be eaten. People will be poisoned if they eat it. It can only be used to brush furniture and light lamps."

Head Zhao smacked his lips, with a regretful expression on his face. He saw that the oil was clear, good in color, and smelled delicious. He really planned to take it for his wife to cook later.However, his family has been running an oil mill for several lifetimes, and they have squeezed a lot of oil. They also know that not all the oil can be eaten. Although they feel a little regretful, it is just a trivial matter, and besides, his family is not short of oil.

Fang didn't bring his own oil tank, so he still borrowed the Zhao family's tank, pushed back the tallow tree oil first, and then sent the tank back to the Zhao family.The oil cakes left over from oil extraction are very useful whether they are used to fertilize the fields or feed livestock, and Fang did not waste them. They moved them all to the cart and transported them home.

On the way home, Fang couldn't believe that she got more than 100 catties of tallow tree oil so easily. It was like pie falling from the sky, and she was a little dizzy.

"Xiao Du, it's really written in the book you read that this oil can't be used for cooking?"

"I can't, it's poisonous."

Fang was a little bit disappointed, but quickly cheered up again. Even if he couldn't eat, it would be good to use it to light the lamp. Now Luo Baisu reads late every day, and the lamp oil is used up quickly. Now that he has used so much oil, it is enough Luo Baisu ordered it, otherwise every time he went back to the town to buy tung oil, he would have to pay [-] Wen a catty, which is not a small expense.

In a family like theirs, it is good to save a penny.

When Mrs. Fang pushed a tank of oil into the village, the scent spread from afar, attracting many people to come out to see it.Such a tank of oil weighs dozens to hundreds of catties, so there are many conjectures about where this Fang family got rich, and he is willing to buy such a tank of oil back, which will cost a lot of money.

Some people also speculated that Luo Baisu was willing to come out of the family with a clear identity, so he must still be relying on it. The old man must have secretly hidden a lot back then, otherwise how could he divide the family and buy land and oil.

"Fifth Sister-in-Law, you are so rich that you are willing to buy so much oil back."

Fang didn't want to publicize, so she had to smile wryly and said: "Where do you get rich, the child's father reads every night, the lamp oil at home is used up quickly, and the oil sold in the town is too expensive to afford, it is really hopeless, so I thought about it." Go to the oil mill to squeeze some oil yourself."

"Press oil? What kind of oil do you use? Fifth sister-in-law also told us that I will ask the child's father to squeeze some oil later, and I won't be afraid of the black lights in the future."

(End of this chapter)