1986: Old Stories in Northeast China

"Oh..., don't look at me like that, I'm a little shy."

Chen Tiezhu said shyly, almost raising his orchid finger.

"Go away, you're so frivolous."

Han Xiuying's messy thoughts just sprouted in her mind, and all of them ran away when she saw him acting so pretentiously.

She knew that this guy was thinking about herself, because what he just said was the fundamental way to solve the problem.

But now looking at this guy, she wanted to pinch him and bite him a few times.

"Leader, um, don't forget our company business. I still have to go to the town post office to see if the book that Lao He mailed to me has arrived." Chen Tiezhu said.

"Go, go, I'm annoyed just looking at you." Han Xiuying waved her hand.

"Actually, there is another thing, which is also my biggest difficulty at the moment." Chen Tiezhu said after frowning slightly.

"What is it? You tell me first, I'll see if it can be done." Seeing that he was so serious, Han Xiuying spoke up.

"I still need a wife, you... don't do it, you have to pay attention to the occasion..."

"Ouch... it hurts... be gentle..."

Hearing him say something in a serious manner, Han Xiuying really couldn't help it.

She flipped over the desk and yelled at Chen Tiezhu, and bit his hand by the way.

Doudou's eyes widened.

It wasn't because Sister Yingzi beat up Dad that he was scared, these were just small scenes.

It was because Sister Yingzi was so powerful that she came to the table in a flash.

"Be good, work with peace of mind, I'm here."

After Han Xiuying vented, Chen Tiezhu doted on her nose again.

Han Xiuying was stunned and bit her lips lightly, which was her habitual little action.

She was suddenly assigned to such a position, and she actually felt pressured.

She was not the kind of person who would just muddle through. No matter what the reason was, she wanted to do this job well.

But this pressure is also affecting her, but she doesn't want to show it in front of others.

Who would have thought that Chen Tiezhu, this heartless guy, would see it and do this to make himself happy.

"Let's go, I still have to take Doudou to press soybean oil. I'll come to pick you up after get off work in the evening." Chen Tiezhu waved his hand and picked up Doudou.

"By the way, Uncle Jianguo's son Chengmin also works here. If you have anything, just call him directly. He is also one of our family members."

"Oh, why are you so nagging? Let's go quickly." Han Xiuying said.

"Hehe, work hard, don't think about me all the time."

After Chen Tiezhu finished speaking, he hurriedly opened the door and ran away with Doudou in his arms.

Han Xiuying was so angry that she laughed. There was really no way to deal with this guy.

Then he took out a pen and paper and began to organize what Chen Tiezhu had just said.

After coming out, Chen Tiezhu went directly to the processing plant in the town.

He was lucky. There were two people grinding flour in front of him, and he was the first one to press oil.

"Master, how long does it take to press oil?" Chen Tiezhu asked.

"How many kilograms of soybeans?" the master asked.

"Fifty kilograms." Chen Tiezhu said.

"Fifty kilograms, it will take at least two hours." The master said casually.

"It takes so long? Isn't there anyone pressing it?" Chen Tiezhu asked in surprise, thinking that it would take only an hour or so to finish.

"Brother, is this your first time pressing oil?" the master said with a smile.

"The soybeans have to be fried first. After frying, let them cool before they can be pressed by the machine. If you want to press them twice, it will take more time."

"Do you keep the small bean cakes at home or sell them directly? If you keep them at home, press them once, and you can squeeze out more than five kilograms of oil. The remaining bean cakes are delicious whether they are made into sauce cubes or stewed cabbage."

"Okay, that's what I planned. Let's start now? But is there still so little oil after frying?" Chen Tiezhu asked curiously.

"That's good. This is how oil pressing works. If we go back a few years, the beans were very small, and these fifty kilograms couldn't even squeeze out five kilograms." said the master.

"We can't compete with those big factories. Their method is amazing. They say they use some kind of medicine to soak out the oil in the soybeans."

"After soaking, you can press it again. But the pressed one is not called bean cake, but soybean meal. It can't be compared with our bean cake. It doesn't have much oil."

"By the way, Master, I see your machine is quite new. How did you squeeze the oil when you didn't have this thing before?" Chen Tiezhu asked curiously.

The master looked at him in surprise. He looked like a country boy, so why didn't he know this?

"Well, I'm from Erdaoling Village. There is no oil mill in our village. I haven't seen one when I was a child.. "Chen Tiezhu hurriedly explained.

"I said, it was very hard to press oil in the past. It's not like now, I can do it alone." The master said with a smile.

"There is one in the backyard. At that time, you had to fry soybeans first, then weave cakes with straw, and then hit them with an oil hammer. But it was very hard, and the oil produced was not as much as the machine."

"You have to say that the machine is powerful. Now it's much easier. As long as you fry the soybeans, the rest is left to the machine."

After saying that, he started to make a fire to fry soybeans.

"In fact, it's not the time yet. There are more people coming to press oil before the New Year. At that time, there was no time to stop the machine before 8 o'clock in the evening." The master continued.

"Don't think that we don't press much oil. It seems that it's better to buy oil directly. But the bean cakes of us rural people are precious. Now there are many people raising pigs, chickens, ducks and geese. As long as you are willing to feed them bean cakes, they will grow well and lay eggs. "

"That's true, otherwise I wouldn't come here to press oil." Chen Tiezhu nodded with a smile.

The economy is indeed developing, and people have their own calculations in their hearts.

This is a very good phenomenon. To live a good life, you have to make a good calculation. Ordinary people can live a prosperous life only under such careful calculations.

The master is very talkative and does not delay his work. Put a part of the fried soybeans aside to dry, and then put the other half.

It is also because the temperature is low in winter, and these soybeans cool quickly.

After the master started the machine and put the soybeans in, Doudou, who was bored at the side, became energetic.

"Dad, dad, these small pieces are so fragrant."

After watching for a while, the little guy picked up a small piece of bean cake and said.

"Fragrant, right? Let's make two dishes tonight and stew it." Chen Tiezhu said.

"Well, stew it. "

The little girl said happily, and then put her little nose over to smell it.

It looks like pressing oil is very boring, but the father and daughter had a lot of fun.

The master is very experienced. He pressed 5.4 jin of oil from the 50 jin of soybeans.

After paying the oil pressing fee and loading the car, he just drove out and turned a corner, and saw a group of people gathered not far away, and the car couldn't pass.

After honking the horn twice and the crowd dispersed, Chen Tiezhu was happy.

It was still an acquaintance. It was the group that wanted to blackmail Qiao Shulin last time. It seems that they are taking action again.

But when he saw the pillar held by the buddy sitting on the ground, Chen Tiezhu frowned. This thing felt a little wrong.