The billionaire girl: Daddy and Mommy, love me again

At night, when everyone was asleep, the family of three went into the space again.

"Today I saw a lot of camellia trees on the mountain. If we can pick the tea seeds and press them into oil, then everyone will have enough oil to eat. We can also sell the oil, so that the family can have some income."

"That's great. I can't stand the lack of oil and salt in the food here." Cheng Zeli sat up from the bed in ecstasy: "I won't sleep anymore. I'll go to the study to see if there are any books about oil pressing tools."

Just as they were about to get up from the bed, two thick books fell on the bed. They both looked at the little girl lying in the middle. She was grinning at them, and they were so charming that they kissed her on the face.

The two books contain design drawings of various tools and weapons, as well as pictures and usage introductions of various animals and plants, which Cheng Xingwan specially collected before traveling through time.

Compared with encyclopedias, these two books are more detailed, simple and clear, so people can understand them at a glance without having to spend a lot of effort to study them.

Cheng Zeli held a book on reference books and design, while Li held a book on plants and animals. They read them with great interest as if they had found a treasure.

The next day, just after dawn, Cheng Zeli went to find Old Man Cheng, holding the design drawing of the wooden press that he had redrawn with a brush. The father and son hid aside and whispered to each other for a long time. Only then did Old Man Cheng come out with a bright face and sit on the main seat. The crow's feet at the corners of his eyes told everyone that he was in a good mood.

Zhang looked up at him and asked, "What's making you so happy?"

"Cough cough!"

Old Man Cheng cleared his throat and tried to look serious so as not to lose his dignity as the head of the family.

"After dinner, come with me to the mountain to cut trees, second and fifth brother."

"Cut down trees. Why cut down trees? We have enough firewood to last for a long time."

"Yeah, aren't we going to dig yams today?"

Cheng Lao Er and Cheng Lao Wu were puzzled when they heard this.

"We have already dug thousands of kilograms of yam, which is enough to eat for a long time. We will dig more after we finish eating. If we dig too much, it will be difficult to preserve it and it will go bad, which will be a waste."

Zhang nodded: "That's right. If the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. We can't dig up all the yams at once. We have to think ahead and behind."

"Here's what happened. Yesterday, He'er found a lot of camellia seeds on the mountain. Camellia seeds can be used to extract oil, which is edible. There is still a month until the camellia seed harvest season, so we need to make the wooden press for extracting oil as soon as possible."

Bang bang bang...bang!

Zhang's bowl fell to the ground, rolled several times and broke into pieces.

puff--

The porridge in Cheng Laoer's mouth sprayed out.

"Ouch!"

Liu sat down on the ground.

.........

As soon as Cheng Zeli finished speaking, the scene was in chaos. Everyone looked at him in amazement, all petrified.

After a long while, Cheng Laowu, whose mouth was full of yam, suddenly woke up from a dream and shouted excitedly: "Third brother, what you said is true...really...cough cough cough!" Because he was too excited, he choked on the yam.

Old Man Cheng exhaled a breath of foul air and scolded with a smile: "You little bastard, you are so impatient. What a mess."

"Hey, Dad, stop keeping me in suspense and tell me if it's true."

"It's true. The oil extracted from camellia seeds is more fragrant than lard and can be preserved for a longer time. Not only can camellia seeds be used to extract oil, but the mountain pepper from the snails yesterday can also be used to extract oil."

Li met the pairs of eyes that issued certificates, raised a smile and spoke slowly.

The whole family breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go chop down the tree now!"

Cheng Laowu was the first one who couldn't sit still. He gulped down the porridge in the bowl, wiped his mouth, and went to find an axe and a woodcutter to sharpen them. He looked like he couldn't wait to eat the tea oil that Li mentioned today.

The thing that was most abundant on the mountain was big trees. After walking not far, they found a tree that required two people to hug. The father and his sons took great pains to cut down the tree, but the tree was too heavy. The three of them carried it for a long time and only moved it a little bit. Just as they were getting worried, they saw a group of people led by Cheng Dafu coming to the foot of the mountain.

"Third brother, why didn't you tell us about the good thing of cutting down trees to make oil tanks? If I hadn't asked my sister-in-law, I wouldn't have known that you were quietly preparing to launch another big move. What's the matter? Do you think we are a burden and want to get rid of us and enjoy the good life alone?"

"Hey, big brother, look at what you are saying. Am I that kind of person? It's not even a possibility. You're just afraid that you won't be able to squeeze out the oil, and that everyone will be happy for nothing."

"Third brother, you are looking down on us. In your eyes, we are the kind of people who can only enjoy good times but not share bad times."

"That's right, this is too much of an underestimation!"

"What do you mean by family? You think of us when things are good, but you handle the difficulties by yourself. That's really mean."

"There's a saying that goes, 'If you look at people through the cracks in the door, you'll look down on them.' That's what I mean by that."

"Oh, no, I didn't!"

"My dear uncles, you misunderstood me. You misunderstood me. That's not what my father meant."

"Go away, go away, go somewhere cooler, I'm tired of seeing you, brothers, come and give me a hand, this tree is too heavy, I think it will take ten people to lift it."

The crowd pushed Old Man Cheng and his sons aside and quickly tied ropes to the tree.

"Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, push harder!"

Old Man Cheng and his two sons huddled pitifully behind the crowd, watching a dozen people working together to lift the huge tree trunk, shouting slogans, and slowly walking down the mountain.

After asking about the quantity and type of wood needed, the others picked up their axes and hatchets and continued to chop trees.

After Old Man Cheng came down from the mountain, he saw the felled trees piled on the stone beach. The people who had returned first were slumped on the beach wiping their sweat, and when they saw him coming back, they all looked at him.

"Brother, what are you waiting for? Now that we have brought the wood back, what should we do next?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Do you still want to make the wooden wine press today?"

"It's not impossible. With so many of us, if we assign tasks to each of us, it will be much faster."

"Yes, yes!"

"Make way, make way, let me in!"

At this time, Cheng Laowu squeezed in from the crowd holding a piece of paper in both hands. After squeezing for a long time, he finally got in front of Old Man Cheng and handed him the drawing.

Seeing this, others came forward.

“Is this the blueprint for the wood press?”

"Well, it was drawn by the third brother. I don't know if it's reliable."

"This scholar is different. This painting is good, simple and clear. You can understand it at a glance."

"It seems pretty simple to me. There's no harm in giving it a try. If it works, everyone will be happy. If it doesn't, it's just a little more work."

"That's right, let's get started."

"That's right, Uncle San, if there's anything we can do, just arrange it."

When he was young, Old Man Cheng learned carpentry from a town carpenter for two months, but he later thought carpentry work was too tiring and he would be beaten if he didn't learn well, so he didn't want to learn anymore. Although he only learned the basics and couldn't do fine work, he could still make simple tables, chairs and benches.

The structure of this wooden press was not complicated. After looking at it for a while, he had a general idea of ​​it.

He asked everyone to peel the bark first, and he marked the required size on the peeled wood.

The entire rocky beach was bustling with people. Almost half of the village’s population was there, and even children were running and making noise in the crowd.

Everyone was skinning people and drilling holes in their bodies. Although suffering left marks on everyone's face, no one in Chengjia Village bowed to suffering. Instead, everyone's eyes were full of vitality and hope.