Song Chu sent out the two pheasants he had brought, and there were a lot of chestnuts in the two bags.
The man who specializes in the machine took it with a smile, thinking that Director Guo was a good relative.
Guo Dong is also more happy, not to mention that the family can improve the food, mainly because Song Chu will come, so that he will also have face in front of this colleague in the factory.
Song Chu looked at the three oil presses and thought for a while and said, "Director Guo, can you use a tractor to help us get back to the village? We will pay for the oil."
Otherwise, it is impossible for one person to carry one back, but she can do it, but the other two definitely can't.
Guo Dong is in a good mood. Now Song Chu is also pleasing to the eye. He was originally in-laws, and would not refuse for his sister. "No problem, I will arrange for someone to send it back to you, and I won’t have to pay for the gas, even in the machine you bought. ."
It's boring to ask for this small amount of money, so it's better to follow the flow of the boat and be a favor.
Song Chu was not polite, "Thank you Director Guo, then."
She wrote down this favor, and plans to give a copy to Guo Dong's family if she sends something to the third brother's family in the future. The contacts are accumulated.
Tang Min thanked Guo Dong again. He knew that people made arrangements so thoughtful because of the face of Song Chu's relatives.
Sure enough, his niece was able to take care of her. She used to just want to be lazy, but fortunately she is now open to her.
After the tractor was arranged and the oil press was mounted, the three followed by bicycles.
After returning to the village, it was not time to finish work. Hearing the rumbling sound of the tractor, many people's attention was attracted.
The location of the oil mill, Tang Min, has been arranged. An adobe thatched house that was previously reclaimed and unoccupied has a small courtyard outside.
The location of this old house happened to be at the end of the village. When the tractor drove all the way to the neighborhood, Tang Min asked people to come down and move the oil press. Most villagers had seen it.
"Soong Chu really asked the brigade captain to buy three oil presses, and they returned them to the village."
"I heard that Song's third wife's second brother is the leader of the oil mill, and I am afraid that this is the relationship."
"This village tyrant has done a good job for the village."
"Are we going to be short of oil in the future?"
"Who knows, the oil mill will be under the control of Song Chu in the future. Don't let her collapse in a few days."
"Go, take a look first."
Most people in the village threw down their hoes and ran to the old house to watch the excitement.
Song Chu asked Sister Song and Sister Song to clean up the sanitation here in the morning. The two broken machines were put in the house first, and the repaired one was put in the yard.
She gave the tractor driver a dollar for hard work.
This person originally thought that he would have to run for nothing, but he was still a little unhappy. Now that he took the painstaking effort, his impression of Song Chu was soaring, and then he went back to the factory happily.
After returning home, he praised Song Chu for his enthusiasm and thoughtfulness to Guo Dong. If there is such a thing in the future, he can still be sent.
When the tractor driver left, Song Chu saw Song Laosi also surrounding the yard to join in the fun, so he asked him to go back and bring a bag of tea fruits at home, as well as tools to catch oil.
Old Song Song nodded, ran back and quickly took what she wanted.
When Song Chu saw that the courtyard was full of people at this time, he cleared his throat and said: "Everyone shouldn't know that the tea oil fruit on the mountain can be squeezed."
"I don't know, I haven't heard of it."
"What is Camellia?"
"Is this oil really edible if you squeeze it out?"
Now that there are so many people, the people in the village are not so afraid of Song Chu, so they asked loudly.
Seeing their atmosphere rise, Song Chu said with a smile: "I said that no matter how much it is, it's useless, so now I will prove to you whether the tea oil can be squeezed from the oil, what kind of oil is squeezed, and whether it can be eaten."
She had already helped the old worker at the oil mill yesterday, and she had memorized all the operating steps of the machine.
Now the village is powered on. When the old house is powered on, the line will be connected just when there are people living. She got a plugboard and the oil press can be plugged in.
Song Chu asked the Song family and Tang family, who came to join in the fun, to take out the tea seeds from the tea fruit first.
Then began the preliminary steps, and then put it in the oil press.
The villagers stared at the oil press curiously, eager to see through.
"It's oil, it's oil." Seeing the clear and transparent light yellow ** flowing out of the oil press, someone couldn't help but shouted excitedly.
"Don't say it, it smells pretty good."
Everyone else laughed, "This wild fruit can really squeeze oil."
Before Song Chu squeezed the oil, he asked Song Lao Si to burn the stove in the old house, and asked Song Lao Er to bring the cooking pot and seasonings, and also took some Chinese cabbage at home.
She yelled at the folks, "This camellia oil has a very high rate of oil production, and the most important raw material is not for money. You will believe this."
"Believe it, believe it!" Hearing is fictitious and seeing is believing, and their eyes are not blind.
Song Chu took a bowl of oil in a big bowl, and asked Song Lao Er to use it to fry cabbage. "Everyone will taste the taste of the vegetable fried in this oil."
"Good!" Everyone happily responded loudly when she asked Song Lao Er to use the oil to cook, and they were all curious about the taste.
The atmosphere became more heated, and some people leaned over to the stove to watch Song Lao Er's cooking cabbage.
Soong Chu also introduced the benefits of camellia oil in this space, and told everyone that some places in other provinces use this oil for squeezing. It is a normal edible oil. There is no need to worry about harm to the body, but it is very nutritious.
If you don't believe it, you can go to the library to check it. These are what she found when she read the book.
The cultural level in the village is relatively low. In fact, there is some awe of knowledge and books. She didn't doubt it when she said that, and they all expressed their belief in her.
Soon, Song Lao Er fried a few large bowls of cabbage, and took a few pairs of chopsticks, so that everyone would try a small chopstick.
There are basically no people in the village who are obsessed with cleanliness.
Originally the tea oil had a delicate and pure taste, and Song Lao Er was willing to put the seasoning, everyone's eyes brightened as they ate the stir-fried cabbage.
"It's delicious, this oil is really fragrant."
"It's delicious, much better than my fried food."
"This tea oil is really good."
People who have tasted it, whether it is the taste or the psychological effect of following the trend, feel that the Chinese cabbage fried in tea oil is too delicious.
Some families in the village can't eat enough to eat, let alone use oil for cooking, and other families have a tight life. They use less oil, and they are not willing to put the oil in the natural taste of the vegetables.
Now, even if you are not sautéing with tea oil, as long as you are willing to put in the oil and seasoning, the cabbage will be delicious.
It's just that Song Chu deliberately wanted to create a deep impression on everyone. The dishes fried in tea oil were so fragrant, they wanted it.
"Is this oil delicious?" she asked knowingly.
"It's delicious!" the men, women and children in the village shouted loudly with a smile.
"Do you still want to eat?"
"Want to eat!"
"Do you want to divide the oil?"
"Want to divide!"
OK, with the last sentence, everyone has common interests, and she will be able to follow them next.