When everything is done, the helper needs to rinse it clean, wash the beans, pour it into a copper pot and fry it. Then pour the beans into the stone nest, spread it, and cover the round stone. Put a thick bar, wrap it with a strong hemp rope, twist the wheels, and with a squeak, the round stone slowly sinks.

Not long after, soybean oil flowed out from the stone hole. Smelling the aroma of oil in the air, the old man Sun and his couple and several hired workers kept twitching their noses. They also rarely eat oil a few times a year. At first, they smelled such a strong and fragrant aroma of oil and their saliva flowed down.

Looking at the fragrance that was filled with turbid soybean oil, Old Man Sun and the ancients were naturally confused and said incredibly: "It's such a strange thing, the water is so fragrant!"

If this is said in modern society, it is not considered an idiot, it is considered a psychopath. In the Warring States Period, there was no vegetable oil at that time, and it was reasonable to be surprised. Zhou Chong smiled and explained: "Mr., this is not water, it is oil, which can be used to cook and cook."

For us modern times, vegetable oil has a wide variety of products, such as soybean oil, corn oil, sesame oil, rapeseed oil, chili oil, peanut oil, etc. It is verified that the rise of vegetable oil was neither the powerful Qin and Han dynasties nor the prosperous Tang Dynasty that made the Chinese people proud, but the Song Dynasty that made the Chinese sigh and was famous for its weakness.

From the Warring States Period to the Song Dynasty, the time difference was more than a thousand years. It was a bit difficult to ask Old Man Sun and the ancients to believe that their dreams came true. They opened their mouths and looked in disbelief, and asked, "Really, can they cook food?"

"If you ask this question in modern society, I wouldn't be too lazy to answer you." Zhou Chong sighed in his heart about the difference between ancient and modern times, and said with a smile: "Master, I will not lie to you. From now on, you will have a good life and eat oil every day."

Eating oil every day is the most basic life for modern people, and no one takes it seriously. For the ancients, it was indeed a very happy thing. Old man Sun smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth and kept saying, "It's so great, my wife, our good days are coming." Look at his happy spirit, as if it was the New Year. (Note: The word meat eater in ancient times referred to those who were officials, because those who were officials could eat meat. This is an infinitely bitter word.)

"Uncle Sun, you are blessed when you are old, congratulations!" Several helpers smiled and congratulated Old Man Sun. However, Zhou Chong could see that the light of admiration shot out in their eyes.

As the wheels rotated, the rocks became deeper and deeper, and the soybean oil became more and more, flowing into the wooden barrel, making a tick sound. For Old Man Sun, it was a wonderful music and the most wonderful sound he had ever heard in his life.

It was not until the oil was no longer released, and most of the barrels were loosened. There were so many oils in the first time, and Zhou Chong was still very satisfied with his achievements. Zhou Chong removed the foam on it, and when the settlement was done, he filled the clarified part into another wooden barrel. The remaining oil slots could only be used to feed the pigs.

Supper is naturally made with soybean oil. These thick rice mussels are particularly fragrant because of the oil. Old Man Sun and a few helpers almost swallowed their tongues. This was not only a small episode, but also the best affirmation of Zhou Chong's work. Old Man Sun was very kind-hearted. Before the helpers left, each of them gave a small can of soybean oil.

These days, Zhou Chong has been busy all over the place and is really tired. He slept very sweetly. Unfortunately, the genius Mamaliang (referring to Liming) woke up a lot of speech. When he heard this, it was the helpers.

They kept asking Old Man Sun: "Uncle Sun, where is Master Zhou?"

"He is still sleeping. He has been very tired these days, and it has really made him suffer." Old Man Sun's gratitude to Zhou Chong is beyond the description of his pen and Mo.

A helper named Pu said anxiously: "Uncle Sun, can you please wake up Master Zhou? Uncle Sun, I know this is difficult for you, but this matter is very important to me."

"Pu Feng, what's the matter with you? Tell me, I'll help you with your ideas." Old man Sun was still unwilling to alarm Zhou Chong, and wanted to take over the matter.

Park Feng was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "Uncle Sun, it's not that I don't want to say it, but I have to bother Master Zhou in this matter."

Old man Sun still refused. At this moment, Zhou Chong walked out with a pair of shoes, dressed while walking, yawned, and asked, "Brother Park, what's the matter with me?"

Park Feng blushed, looking very embarrassed, and said, "Master Zhou, you're early." His greetings seemed very stiff, and the greetings from other helpers were like him, not natural enough.

"If you give me a gift, you will ask for something! Look at your embarrassed look and you will know that nothing is good." Zhou Chong thought to himself, but his eyes were fixed on the bag at their feet and asked, "Well, I will definitely help if I can."

Pu Feng and other simple farmers did not hear the second half of Zhou Chong's skillful words, that is, if you can't help, you won't help. You said happily: "If you can, you can, Master Zhou will definitely help."

"I haven't agreed yet, so you will make a decision for me. It's too overwhelming." Zhou Chong whispered their performance in his heart and said with a smile: "Brother Park, you haven't talked about the serious business yet."

Park Feng sorted out his thoughts and said, "Master Zhou, last night, Uncle Sun gave me half a can of oil. I took it home. My wife put a little while cooking, and my puppy rice ate three more bowls of rice. This dog thing is really not a thing. I fell asleep in the middle of the night and got up to drink the oil." (Note: The drinking of oil is not a fabrication, and I did it even when I was a child. What's even more unlucky is that my cousin actually drank the kerosene for lighting. When he opened his mouth, he could only move one way: Ha... I couldn't help but breathe.)

"You are really. You can't even get through your own family anymore. You still have dogs and cats, and you don't need to tie them up with a rope." Zhou Chong was very dissatisfied in his heart. He was about to point out his mistake, but Old Man Sun sighed and said, "This has made the child suffer. He can't eat oil and meat several times a year."

If Old Man Sun hadn't sighed, Zhou Chong would have made a big joke, and was a little glad that he didn't say anything quickly. Looking at the bag under Pu Feng and the others' feet, he felt enlightened and quickly refused: "I want to help with this, but I can't."

Park Feng's face suddenly became ugly, and he said in a begging tone: "Master Zhou, this is a bit embarrassing. I want to change some oil to get back to satisfy my puppy. We change one pound of beans to one pound of oil like to change to tofu."

They were going to change the oil, but Zhou Chong had guessed it, not surprised at all. If he really changed one pound to one pound, he would lose his fault. He shook his head and said, "Brother Park, you have also seen it. We have such a big bag of beans, and it is probably not working."

This is the case. Park Feng patted his head and was very embarrassed: "What should I do? Master Zhou, tell me. You can change it as much as you say." As long as he can change it, it would be good, so he doesn't care about anything else.

Several other helpers also said, "Master Zhou, as long as you can change it, you can do anything. You don't have enough staff, so we will help you, so you don't have any wages."

According to Zhou Chong's plan, it would be enough for the old man Sun and his wife to eat for a year, and then he could leave. Although he came to the unfamiliar Qin State, Zhou Chong believed that with his own knowledge, he would go to the city to make some small inventions, small creations, and a wealthy life. There would be no problem with a safe and stable life, at least it would be better than staying in the countryside.

If this matter is agreed, I will have to be more burdened and it will be very unfavorable for my future. But looking at the expectant eyes of Park Feng and the others, although they do not have the kindness of the saint, Zhou Chong, who is not sympathetic, is really embarrassed.
Chapter completed!