The poor man grows watermelon

Su Qingzhu has almost become Su Ye's "expatriate leg".

No, Xuewa's household registration has just been settled on the front foot, and Su Ye sent her to the iron shop on the back foot.

Su Qingzhu looked at the strange-looking gadgets in his hand, and wondered, "What is this?"

"Parts, used to make oil press parts."

Su Qingzhu raised her eyebrows, "Can this thing extract oil?"

He had bought sesame oil before. The sesame oil workshop is very large. Can these small, curved things really squeeze oil out?

"These parts are used to grind beans and press cakes. They need high hardness and high sharpness. They must be struck with iron. Others can be made of strong wood. When they are put together, it will not only save money, but also repair them if they are broken. Replace anytime."

Su Ye was a little more patient when he asked for help.

Su Qingzhu looked at him strangely, "I really don't know where you got so many weird ideas."

He complained about it, and the things Su Ye entrusted to him would still be completed quickly and efficiently.

Even Su Ye couldn't deny it. Although this kid has a bit of a temper, his ability to handle affairs is top-notch, and he has never disappointed anyone.

No, I don't know what method he used. Originally, the iron products that had to be ordered in advance and waited for a few days, he sent the model in the morning and took it back in the evening.

Su Ye was very surprised, "How did you do it?"

You know, the last time he just wanted to buy a shovel for cooking, the blacksmith made him wait for three days.

While eating the sticky bean buns, Su Qingzhu said casually: "Didn't he give me a carrot cutter last time? He didn't ask for money. He made a few more but didn't sell them."

No need to ask, Su Yeyao can think of the reason, it is probably the series of "the poor can't afford it, the rich don't need it" - the common people live at home, they would rather spend a little effort than spend a lot of money to buy something that can only be used for Vegetable sliced ​​stuff.

"Don't bite so big, be careful of choking, and drink some soup." Su Ya'er reminded like an old woman beside her.

Su Qingzhu got used to it, took a sip obediently, and continued: "I told him, if he can type out these gadgets for me today, I will tell him how to sell the carrot knife."

Su Ye raised her eyebrows, "You know?"

"I don't know, but I know you do." Su Qingzhu said naturally.

Su Ye: ...

He figured it out, this kid looked cheap and a second grader, but he was really smart in his bones!

In the end, Su Ye came up with an idea for him—let the blacksmith take the slicer to sell in restaurants or rich families, and emphasized that the slicer can cut not only radishes, but also vegetables.

Su Qingzhu nodded, and told the blacksmith verbatim.

Speaking of which, this blacksmith was also a daring man. He followed Su Ye's method, coupled with his own connections, and later he did make money.

This is something.

Right now, according to the drawings in his memory, Su Ye spliced ​​together the parts made by the blacksmith and the carpenter separately, and made the first hand-operated oil press in the Yuan Dynasty.

Although it is not as strong as all metal, it is worse than useless.

Not everyone can afford meat oil. Although the oil yield of soybeans is not as high as that of peanuts and sunflowers, fortunately, the remaining bean dregs can be made into bean cakes, whether they are eaten by people or made into dry food.

Most importantly, soybean rhizobia have nitrogen-fixing effects, which can improve poor soil to a certain extent.

Just imagine, if every household can have a hand-operated oil press machine, the benignity of "planting soybeans-extracting oil and eating oil-bean dregs raising livestock and poultry-improving soil quality with manure and rhizobia-growing more crops" is formed on a family basis cycle mode...

Hmm... Even Su Ye couldn't help getting excited.

"Yufeng Yufeng, come and try it, if it works, we will promote the oil press!" Su Ye's tone was obviously excited.

Yu Feng was originally cleaning up excrement silently in the stable, but when he heard Xiao Shuang'er's voice at first, he thought he was hallucinating.

——Since the last forced kiss incident, his small page has ignored him for three full days...Three days, it seems like 300 years have passed!

"Yu Feng?" Su Ye poked his head out of the kitchen in doubt.

"Come, come, come!" Yu Feng threw the dung shovel away, and it blew towards Xiao Shuang'er like a gust of wind.

There was a "moo--" in the stable, and the calf stepped on the dung shovel angrily-stupid human being, you hit the baby!

Su Ye looked over suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Yu Feng shoved himself into Xiao Shuang'er's line of sight very thoughtfully, the corner of his mouth almost reaching his ears, "It's okay, it's okay, what does Xiaoyezi want me to do?"

Su Ye glanced at him, frowned in disgust, "Go and take a shower first, and I'll tell you later."

bath? !

Yu Feng was refreshed—no, no, it wouldn't be what he thought, would it?

Su Ye looked at him with a fluttering face, kicked him angrily, turned around and went back to the kitchen to fry the oil.

Yu Feng lightly went to take a bath.

In the stable, the calf did not wait for Xiaomei Shuang'er's comfort, the whole cow was about to cry.

The big black horse sighed helplessly, leaned over silently, and swept the little guy's thicker back with its long ponytail.

The little calf raised his head, his eyes filled with tears—mother...

True Stallion Dahei: ...

Frying oil, grinding beans, violently pressing—this is Su Ye’s simplified oil extraction steps.

Although the oil output rate is slightly lower, it is easy to operate, and it can be said that it is profitable.

Hand-pressed oil has more impurities and is not as clear as that sold in modern supermarkets.

Even so, Su Ye was still overjoyed to see the thick oil flowing out of the oil outlet.

Finally, I can fry some lean meat with vegetable oil for Xuewa!He eats eggs and radishes all day long, because he is afraid that the baby will be malnourished.

However, it was a hand crank, which was much more laborious than an electric one, and Su Ye's hands were sore after shaking it a few times.

Fortunately, there is also a strong man in the family——Yu Feng.

Su Ye had already learned how strong Yu Feng was in bed that day.

Uh... on, bed, on... Su Ye was involuntarily dirty.

Yu Feng freed one hand and touched Xiao Shuang'er's face, "Is Xiao Yezi very hot, and his face is so red?"

Su Ye suddenly shuddered when he was bumped into by the hero of the dirty scene.

Yu Feng's eyes widened, full of concern, "Xiao Yezi, what's wrong?"

"No, it's okay, that, you squeeze it first, I'll go and see Xuewa!" Su Ye left, and ran out without looking back.

Yu Feng's hand was hanging in the air, and there was still a warm touch on his fingertips.

I can't help but think of the kiss that morning, um, I miss it so much, otherwise...try again?

Or you can change the place, and you can also brew with sauce...

Yu Feng was whining in his mind as he drove the little train, without any embarrassment at all.

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Last time, Su Ye made the mantou "bigger", which already made the villagers full of respect.Unexpectedly, he could use a small "wooden lump" to turn hard soybeans into oil!

In the past, such a thing was unthinkable!

Ever since Su Ye demonstrated the oil production process in front of everyone, the villagers regarded him as a god-like existence.

As if overnight, everyone from all over the world knew that there was a "little fairy boy" in Yujia Village - the one who could make steamed buns bigger, and this time he used soybeans that animals don't like to eat to squeeze out yellow oil!

From time to time, people from other villages ran over specially, kneeling and worshiping in front of his thatched hut. Su saw that he couldn't laugh or cry.

Fortunately, the people in Yujia Village probably acted calmly under Madam Su Hua's orders, at most they showed more respect to Su Ye.

What happened in private, he didn't know.

In order to change people's minds, Su Ye took great pains to explain the working principle of the oil press to everyone, and emphasized that even though it is small, it is still an oil press, not a "fairy artifact"!

However, the villagers insisted that this was Su Ye's "divine power"—after all, he was the one who made the oil press!

Su Ye had no choice but to let him go.

It's just that after this incident, he doesn't like to go out even more.

The fire wall made of green bricks did not leak smoke at all. Su Ye directed Yu Feng to build a tatami mat by the fire wall with bamboo. It was put down during the day and folded up at night. It was exquisite and practical.

Su Ye stays in the house with Xuewa every day, talking and rubbing her legs, how pleasant the little life can be.

Since there was a white and soft little pair in the village, the brats in the village came to play near the thatched shed every day in the name of geese herding, and Yu Douzi was the leader.

Su Ye couldn't think of the "bad intentions" of the little ones at all. Not only did he not have any precautions, but he often invited them to his house as guests.

The little guys don't know who they learned from, and they don't come empty-handed every time, they always have some snacks in their pockets.

What Su Ye sees most is fried soybeans.

There are always ingenious women in the village who can fry ordinary soybeans crispy and delicious even with very little oil.

However, even if it is delicious, there is still a disadvantage after eating too much-it is easy to bloat your stomach and fart.

Especially their Xuewa, who has a weak stomach, even if she just eats a small handful, the bed will be filled with the smell of fascination all night.

Su Ye couldn't laugh or cry.

He racked his brains, and finally thought of an alternative snack—face beans.

Noodles are a traditional snack in western Henan. Su Ye knew about it because of a female classmate of his brother.

That honest young lady is from the countryside in the west of Henan. Instead of making Lantern Festival during the Lantern Festival, she cooks fried noodles and beans for the children.

That time when she returned to Beijing after her annual leave, she accompanied her brother to the hospital to see him, and brought him a large box of homemade noodles in a beautiful box.

In order to make her brother happy, Su Ye ate half of the box out of shame.

Alas, I don't know what happened to my brother and that young lady...

Did Su Yelan really wear it back?

In this way, is it equivalent to exchanging identities between the two of them?

I don't know if I can change it back...

Su Ye has a modern mind and is doing what she is doing right now.

He rubbed the fermented noodles into thin long beans, and then cut them into doughs the size of soybeans.

The most peculiar thing is the frying process - just like peanuts are fried with sand, noodles are fried with soft loess from the Western Henan Plain.

Don't think that the noodles made in this way are not clean or hard to swallow-complete, complete, no, yes!

The finished noodles are crispy, crispy and clean, and can be made into various flavors such as sweetness and five-scent.

Just imagine, how cool it is to be in the warm bed in winter, chewing noodles and chasing dramas.

In order to cater for the taste of the children, Su Ye specially mixed some brown sugar water into the dough when kneading the noodles, and finally the finished product was grayish red, with a sweet taste, which the children liked very much.

However, Su Ye still felt that the spiced flavor was delicious.

Moreover, he found that the brown sugar was a bit mushy and the color was not good.Otherwise, try white sugar next time?

Hmm... There seems to be no white sugar in this dynasty.

It would be great if we could find sugarcane seedlings, the land on the other side of the river beach just happened to be planted with sugarcane.

As for the five spices, I have to ask Jardin to see if I can buy them all.

The children were playing on the tatami, and Su Ye was thinking about how to improve his life.

All in all, it was a very pleasant day.