Dressed as a top-notch girl, leading the whole village to become rich

Ye Guo can wait, but the villagers can't.

In the afternoon, the stone mill in the village was filled with women. According to the arrangement of the head of the village, each family first took out 20 kilograms of beans, concentrated on pressing oil, and then divided the oil equally.

The stone mill was originally powered by donkeys, but people thought the speed was too slow, so they drove their cows over.

Everyone was used to using the stone mill. There were cows pulling it and people pushing it. The sound of frying beans next to it was even more noisy. Ye Guo felt excited for them just watching.

"Sister Xiaoguo is here, do you want to get some sunbathing on the way?"

"Have you had enough sleep, Xiaoguo? Only when you get enough sleep can your body be healthy."

"Xiao Guo, take a look at my beans. Are they cooked well enough?"

……

Unexpectedly, I was the hottest person. In this weather, when there are so many people, it is hot.

How to make ice?

Saltpeter, the so-called hot water ice.

Or a fan?

Forget it.

"Everyone, please move aside. My face is flushed. If you have any questions, just speak louder." Ye Wan shouted loudly, and she never stopped fanning herself with the palm-leaf fan in her hand.

"It's too hot today. Be careful of heat stroke, Uncle Lizheng. You have to arrange for people to drink some tea to cool down."

Ye Guo was sweating profusely, and he drank a mouthful of water. Then he walked towards the aunt who had asked about the cooking time of the beans.

He leaned over to take a look and said, "You have to stir-fry it. The beans need to be stir-fried until they are slightly oily, so that a lot of oil can be produced later."

"Okay, then I'll add some fuel. The dishes fried with soybean oil at noon today were so delicious. Xiaoguo, you are really the star of our village."

Ye Guo: Don’t talk nonsense, Ziwei Star is the Emperor Star.

"Stop praising me so much, do you know what Ziweixing is?" said another woman. "Xiaoguo is clearly a fairy who has descended to earth."

Ye Guo: I’m so tired. Feudal superstitions cannot be trusted!

"Xiao Wan, you keep an eye on the temperature of the beans. I'll go over and check on the progress of the oil pressing."

The oil pressing place is about 20 to 30 meters away from the stone mill. The shed is a temporary one and you can smell the bean fragrance before you even walk in.

"We first squeeze enough for our family's consumption. The rest we squeeze out we sell, and after selling the oil we buy beans."

Today, not only three elders came, but the other two elders also sat down in the shed.

The oil was put into bamboo tubes, which were cut in the mountains for free.

A bamboo tube of oil weighs about one pound and is priced at 100 coins. Compared with animal oil, it is at least five or six times more expensive. The profit involved...

After hearing the price Ye Guo mentioned, the three clan elders all had gloomy faces... How could it be sold so expensively?

Ye Guo: I underestimated everyone’s kindness.

……

Soon it was the day to go to Santan to sell oil. Ye Guo did not go, but all the children from the clan school went.

I went there with an abacus.

It would be a lie to say that Ye Guo wasn't shocked when he saw that Daqing even had an abacus.

Arithmetic, to a certain extent, means the level of economic and social development.

Because in addition to its applications in daily life, arithmetic can also be applied to architectural design, astronomy and calendar, river navigation... including farming, all of which are very meaningful.

Santan is destined to be bustling today, as a kind of bamboo tube oil called "Yejia Soybean Oil" is in short supply as soon as it goes on sale.

How can it not be lively? The main reason is that it is really hard to buy!

Although it was the first time for everyone to see this soybean oil, its price and rich aroma were irresistible.

The villagers in Santan all live a tight life. Where they can save a penny, they will never be persuaded to open their purse.

No one had ever thought that one day they would be able to buy a tube of bamboo oil for their home.

This oil is no worse than lard, and its fragrance is even stronger. Pour the oil into the pot and heat it, and the whole street will be filled with the aroma of oil.

Many people kept asking why the Ye family's soybean oil was sold so cheaply. The head of the village looked so pale, changing from red to black, and then black to red.

Ye Guo is a young girl who is ignorant, but why are the elders also joining in the fun? One hundred coins for a pound of oil, what's the difference between that and giving it away for free?

But think about the cost of the oil, forget it, as long as everyone can have access to oil in the future, one hundred cents is one hundred cents.

In Yejia Village, oxcarts were used to bring thousands of bamboo barrels of oil, which were sold out as soon as the market opened. The oxcarts then went back to pack the remaining oil in the village into bamboo barrels and transported it here.

Even so, there were still many people standing around unwilling to leave. Some wanted to buy more, while others didn't buy anything.

Ali thought his aunt was a real fortune teller, so he found the head of the village and suggested that everyone make reservations in advance, at ten cents per bamboo tube.

The people in Yejia Village were collecting the money with their mouths wide open, thinking that they must squeeze more out of the money next time.

The oil was soon sold out. Ye Li carried a few bamboo tubes of oil to see Doctor Sun and went to get the letter for his sister-in-law.

The medicine boy looked at the fragrant soybean oil in his hand and wondered if the Ye family was a little too wealthy.

"When will Grandpa Sun be free?" Ye Li is now most familiar with the people in Huichun Hall, especially those in the county town. He can even say hello to Aunt Wang next door who helps with the cleanup.

Brother Sun is now following his grandfather to learn medical skills. If Ye Li hadn't come over, he would be taking his pulse now.

The two of them sat at the stone table in the backyard. Brother Sun poured him a cup of tea before starting to talk.

"I guess Grandpa is not free. He only took a half-hour break at noon, and the people queuing outside the clinic have already turned the corner."

What Brother Sun meant by turning was that there were too many people queuing.

Others may not understand what he said, but my aunt had been in poor health before and had to wait in line to see a doctor many times, so he understood it immediately.

"Then I won't bother Grandpa Sun. But Grandpa Sun is not young anymore, so he must rest when it's time to rest."

"Yes! We also tried to persuade him, but he didn't listen. It would only work if it was my uncle who said it."

Brother Sun couldn't help but pout. The uncle he was talking about was none other than Sun Qian.

"Ali, you are here to get the letter. Please sit for a while, I will get it for you."

Brother Sun left quickly and came back quickly.

He was holding a package in his hand, which was bulging with something.

"So many?" Ye Li was shocked.

Brother Sun smiled and said, "That's right. Grandpa kept talking about it when he gave me the package this morning."

"He said that when his uncle was out doing business, he didn't write him a single letter all year round. I didn't expect that in just half a month, he wrote a lot to Madam Ye."

"But Grandpa also said that there is also a letter from Second Uncle Ye. It's all in there."

Ye Li thanked him as he took the package. "Then I'll come back to the market next time. I guess the letters won't be missing too much for a while."

Brother Sun knew a lot about family affairs, so he nodded in agreement, "Yes, you must come. If you want to send a letter, you can bring it with you, and I will help you mail it in the county town."

All private letters in Daqing are delivered through post stations, and only county towns have post stations.

The two chatted for a while about other things, especially the commonly used medicinal herbs that Ye Guo was interested in. When leaving, Ye Li took away another large bag.