Rebirth to 70s As a Group Pet Boss

Song Chu sent out the two pheasants he brought, and there were a lot of chestnuts in the two bags.

The man who specialized in handling machines smiled and took it over, thinking that Director Guo, a relative, was not bad.

Guo Dong is also more happy, not to mention that the family can improve the food, the main reason is that Song Chu will come and let him have face in front of this colleague in the factory.

Song Chu looked at the three oil presses, thought about it, and said, "Director Guo, can you use a tractor to pull us back to the village, and we'll pay for the oil."

Otherwise, it would be impossible for one person to carry one back. She could do it, but the other two definitely couldn't.

Guo Dong is in a good mood, and it is pleasing to the eye to see Song Chu now, he was originally his in-law, and he would not refuse for his sister, "No problem, I will arrange for someone to send it back to you, and you don't need to pay for the oil, even if it is in the machine you bought. ."

It's boring to ask for this little money, it's better to be a human being with the flow of the boat.

Song Chu was not polite, "Thank you, Director Guo, then."

She wrote down this favor, and if she was going to send something to the third brother's family in the future, she would also give it to Guo Dong's family, and the contacts were accumulated.

Tang Min thanked Guo Dong again, he knew that they had arranged such a thoughtful arrangement for the sake of Song Chu's relatives.

His niece is really capable. She used to just want to be lazy, but now she's enlightened.

After the tractor was arranged and the oil press was moved up, the three followed on bicycles.

After returning to the village, before it was time to finish work, many people's attention was attracted when they heard the rumbling sound of the tractor.

Tang Min had already arranged the location of the oil extraction workshop. It was an adobe thatched house that had been reclaimed before and had no one to live in. There was a small yard outside.

It happened that the old house was located at the end of the village. When the tractor drove all the way to the vicinity, Tang Min asked people to come down and move the oil press. Most of the villagers saw it.

"Song Chu really asked the captain to buy three oil presses, and they even sent them to the village."

"I heard that the second brother of Song Lao's third wife's daughter-in-law is the leader of the oil extraction plant. I'm afraid this is the relationship."

"This village tyrant can be considered to have done a proper thing for the village."

"Aren't we going to run out of oil in the future?"

"Who knows, the oil extraction workshop will be managed by Song Chu in the future. She won't collapse in a few days."

"Go, take a look first."

Most of the people in the village threw down their hoes and ran to the old house to watch the fun.

Song Chu asked Mrs. Song and Mrs. Song to clean up the sanitation here in the morning. The two broken machines were placed in the house first, and the repaired one was placed in the yard.

She shoved a dollar for the tractor driver.

This person originally thought that he was going to go all the way for nothing, but he was still a little unhappy. Now that he took the hard work, his impression of Song Chu was soaring, and then he went back to the factory happily.

After returning, he also praised Guo Dong for his warm and thoughtful Song Chu. If there is such a thing in the future, he can still be sent there.

When the tractor driver left, Song Chu saw that Song Lao Si was also around the yard to join in the fun, and asked him to go back and bring a bag of tea and fruit at home, as well as tools for oil.

Song Laosi nodded, ran back and quickly took what she wanted.

Seeing that the courtyard was crowded with people at this time, Song Chu cleared his throat and said, "Everyone probably doesn't know that the camellia fruit on the mountain can be used to extract oil."

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it."

"What is tea oil fruit?"

"Is this oil really edible?"

Now that there are so many people, the people in the village are not so afraid of Song Chu, so they asked each and everyone loudly.

Seeing that they were in a good mood, Song Chu smiled and said, "It's useless to say more, so I'm here to prove to you whether the Camellia oleifera can extract oil, what kind of oil is extracted, and whether it can be eaten."

She had already helped the old worker in the oil mill yesterday and memorized all the operation steps of the machine.

Now that the village has electricity, the old house will be connected to electricity when there are still people living there. She brought a plug board over, 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 start the preliminary steps, and put it in the oil press after it is done.

The villagers stared at the oil press curiously one by one.

"Oil is out, really oil out." Seeing the clear and transparent light yellow liquid flowing out of the oil press, someone couldn't help shouting 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 set the stove in the old house on fire, and asked Song Lao Er to bring over the pot and seasoning for cooking, as well as a few Chinese cabbage at home.

She shouted to the villagers, "This camellia oil has a high oil yield, and the most important raw material does not require money. You will believe it."

"I believe it, I believe it!" Hearing is false and seeing is believing, but they are not blind.

Song Chu took a bowl of oil with a big bowl, and asked Song Lao Er to fry the cabbage, "Everyone will taste the taste of the fried cabbage in a while."

"Okay!" Everyone responded cheerfully and loudly when they saw that she asked Song Lao Er to use this oil to cook vegetables. They were all curious about the taste.

The atmosphere became more lively, and some people came to the stove to watch Song Lao Er stir-fry the cabbage.

Song Chu also introduced the benefits of camellia oil at this time, and told everyone that some places in other provinces use this oil exclusively for oil extraction.

And very nutritious.

If you don't believe it, you can go to the library to check. These are what she found by reading books.

The cultural level in the village is relatively low, and there is actually a sense of awe for knowledge and books. When they heard her say this, they did not doubt it, and they all expressed their belief in her.

Soon, Song Lao Er fried several large bowls of cabbage, took a few pairs of chopsticks, and let everyone taste a small chopstick.

Almost no one in the village is obsessed with cleanliness, so they will not dislike passing on the taste of cabbage together.

Originally, camellia oil smelled fragrant and tasted pure, plus Song Lao Er was willing to put seasonings, everyone's eyes lit up after eating this fried cabbage.

"Delicious, this oil is really fragrant."

"It's delicious, it's much more delicious than the fried ones in my house."

"This tea oil is really good."

Those 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 very delicious.

Some households in the village can’t get enough to eat, let alone cooking with oil. Other households are also living a tight life. The oil is very economical.

Now, even if it is not fried with tea oil, as long as you are willing to put oil and seasonings, this cabbage will be delicious.

It's just that Song Chu deliberately wanted to impress everyone. The dish fried in tea oil was so fragrant that they wanted it.

"Is this oil delicious?" she asked knowingly.

"Delicious!" Men, women and children in the village shouted loudly with laughter.

"Do you still want to eat?"

"Want to eat!"

"Do you want to separate the oil?"

"Want to divide!"

Okay, with the last sentence, everyone has common interests, and she will just follow them.