Dressed as a family of cannon fodder, the villain brother is busy opening up wasteland

Wen Yao's surprise shocked both Luo Shi and Old Man Wen.

"What's going on again?" Old Man Wen asked tremblingly, fearing that Wen Yao had forgotten something important or was struggling with something else.

All these things made Wen Yao completely forget about extracting oil.

"Before, you said that every household can grow beans. Except for the fields where sweet potatoes and potatoes are planted, beans are grown in all other fields in our village. What if we can't use up so many beans?" Old Man Wen asked.

Wen Yao is not worried at all now: "Master, just keep it in your mind. Don't say it won't be used up. I'm not worried enough. I need a lot of it in the milk factory, and I still have to go to the miso for my milk." I’ll send it to the capital.”

Speaking of this, Luo Shi's back straightened up and he glanced at Old Man Wen with pride.

Old Man Wen grunted with reluctance. He had no choice but to do so. The old woman made much more money than him now, so he didn't dare to be stubborn.

With the oil press in mind, Wen Yao didn't stay at the old house for long, and went back with Da Tou and Aunt Shi.

As soon as Wenyao returned home, he plunged into the study room, bought a book about oil presses from the space, and started studying it.

After washing up, Da Tou saw that the light in the study was still on, so he ran over.

Now he and his sister are the only ones left at home. Although Datou has gotten used to the absence of his eldest brother and father, he still can't help but miss them many times.

Seeing Wen Yao still in the study, he thought of coming over to accompany her.

"Sister." The big head opened the door gently, stuck out his little head and called out.

Wen Yao subconsciously wanted to hide the book. When she saw it was Da Tou, she put the book back on the table and waved to him.

Da Tou ran in without forgetting to help Wen Yao close the study door again.

When he arrived at the table, he saw Wen Yao reading a book.

Datou is not surprised by these books written by Wen Yao now. Although they are a bit different from the books in the academy, he has been reading this kind of books since he started to learn to read, so he doesn't think there is anything wrong.

"Sister, what are you looking at?" Da Tou climbed up on the stool next to Wen Yao and curiously looked at the page of the book Wen Yao opened. This page happened to be about the principle of oil extraction by the oil press.

Big head tilted his head: "Express oil? Sister, can beans still be used to extract oil?"

Wen Yao picked up the book and continued reading, while answering: "Yes, not only soybeans, but also melon seeds and peanuts grown at home, as well as rapeseeds and sesame seeds. Look, isn't it written on it?"

Wen Yao pointed to the column of materials that can extract oil in the book, where these things were clearly written.

"Wow." Datou looked surprised. The two siblings just put their heads together and continued to read. Wen Yao finished studying the principles of the oil press and wanted to draw a blueprint.

"Sister, let me help you with the inkstone." Datou volunteered. Although he was just as tall as the table, he still tried hard to help.

Wen Yao pinched his little face and took out his charcoal pencil.

"It's hard to draw with a brush, so I draw with charcoal. You can play by yourself next to me, or you can take a piece of paper and draw with me." Wen Yao said and began to copy.

Modern oil presses all operate mechanically. Fortunately, this book records the entire evolution of the oil press, from the initial crude version to the later mechanical version. However, Wen Yao hid the pages at the back. Only the original ones are left, otherwise it would take a long time to explain to Datou what mechanical operation is.

Wen Yao lay on the table copying the drawings until Granny Shi lit the oil lamp and came over. Seeing that the siblings were still busy working, she couldn't help but persuade her: "Miss, young master, it's getting late. It's time to rest, young master." I have to go to school tomorrow.”

When Wen Yao saw that it was indeed very late, he stopped writing and glared at Da Tou: "Go to bed."

Big Head didn't even move his buttocks: "Sister, aren't you going to sleep?"

"I'll wait for a while and then go to bed after finishing the painting. You go to bed quickly." Wen Yao said.

Datou remained unmoved, but sat on the stool, swaying his little feet, and said to Aunt Shi, "Mom, I'll wait for my sister."

Aunt Shi looked embarrassed and looked at Wen Yao: "Miss, look at this..."

Wen Yao had no choice but to put down the pen. She also knew that she couldn't draw for a while, so she had to compromise.

"Okay, okay, let's go to bed." Wen Yao put the things away and walked out holding the big head.

The big head let her hold her hand and jumped up and down. When he reached the door of the room, he did not go in. Instead, he looked at Wen Yao with his head raised and said: "Sister, can I sleep with you today?"

The big eyes blinked, very pitifully.

Only then did Wen Yao realize that his mood was not right and asked, "What's wrong?"

Datou lowered his head and whispered: "I miss dad and eldest brother."

Wen Yao also suddenly became sad. Not to mention Datou, she also missed Wen Xiu Yi and Wen Jun.

It's really uncomfortable to feel like a family is separated.

Thinking of this, Wen Yao led Da Tou directly past his room and walked towards her own room, while saying to Aunt Shi: "Mammy, you go and have a rest. I will take Da Tou to sleep today."

"Yes, miss." Aunt Shi saluted, gave them the lantern in her hand, and returned to her room.

Lying on the bed while sleeping, with his head next to Wen Yao, he suddenly said: "Sister, will you also leave home in the future?"

Wen Yao was stunned and turned to look at him: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

But Da Tou looked at her, and suddenly moved closer to hold Wen Yao's arm, put his head on her shoulder, and whispered: "I like my father, brother, and sister very much. Please don't separate our family, okay?"

This inexplicable sentence made Wen Yao confused, and she just thought that Datou was suffering from separation anxiety like her, and missed her father and brother.

Wen Yao patted and coaxed: "We also like Datou very much. Our family will never be separated."

As the breathing around her gradually became calmer, Wen Yao carefully took her hand out of Da Tou's arms, looked at his movements, and when she saw that he was not awake, she carefully climbed out of bed, went to the outside, and lit the oil lamp. , take out the drawings and books and talk about the last point to finish the painting.

The next day, Da Tou woke up in Wen Yao's bed. He was stunned for a moment before he recalled what happened the day before. However, there was no sign of Wen Yao on the bed. Da Tou didn't know why, so he quickly put on his clothes and shoes and ran out.

It wasn't until he saw Wen Yao busy in the kitchen that he stopped and stared blankly at Wen Yao's busy appearance.

"Young master, you're up, why don't you call me slave?" Aunt Shi quickly came out of the kitchen.

"Hello, mama." Datou shouted, then ran into the kitchen, squatting beside the stove as before, watching Wen Yao prepare breakfast.

The only difference is that before, he was so thin that he was not even as tall as the stove, but now he can see the contents of the pot clearly even without putting his feet up.