Du Heng knows the process and procedure of oil extraction, so it is not difficult for anyone to extract oil by himself.
Not to mention the complicated process of oil extraction, the most important thing is to use millstones, round iron hoops and other things, and it will cost money to buy them.
If you don't plant or operate for a long time in the future, it is not cost-effective to buy these things and use them once or twice.
It is precisely because the Ge family knows how to handle these dishes.
Du Heng didn't want to slap the Ge family in the face because of his sudden desire to extract oil by himself, he weighed convenience and said: "Since Uncle Ge is not sincere in extracting oil for us, then go to the county town to have a look, and then there is no need to say that we are far away The next day, the two of them hitched up an ox cart and went to several oil mills in the
county. The prices ranged from high to low. Some asked for Liuwen, while others said sincerely.
The Ge family looked down on the income from oil extraction, and there were many people in the county who wanted to make money.
In fact, Du Heng also had some ideas in his heart. The Ge family used to be the dominant oil-producing family in the village, but someone who came suddenly showed signs of breaking out, and didn't do what he wanted, so he had to take some precautions.
In the end, the couple talked about an oil mill, willing to squeeze out a hundred catties of rapeseed for only 350 yuan.
It takes a lot of time to extract the oil, but the precious things are afraid of being tampered with, and those who are in short supply will suffer, Qin Xiaoman insists on staying and guarding.
Accompanied by Du Heng, he watched the oil pressing for a while, and it was fresh at the first glance, but he also found it boring after watching the repetitive process for a while.
He suddenly remembered what Qin Zhiyan said earlier.
"Bairong Academy is not far from here. I heard from my uncle that there were some books and articles distributed outside the academy. It's hard for me to come here today. I want to take a look." Qin Xiaoman is very supportive of
Du Heng's study, seeing him He opened his mouth and immediately agreed.
Today is not a day in Ji County, and Du Heng doesn't know if there is anyone sending out books, just like what Qin Zhiyan said before.
He asked the way to go, and soon arrived at the place.
The Baiyan Academy is located in the west of the city. The academy is located among a luxuriant bamboo forest. The wing-like eaves and pavilion corners are raised among the verdant branches and leaves. The environment is quiet and elegant.
But any scholar who passes by the academy can't help but stop and wait and see, who wouldn't want to go in to listen to and study literature in such an elegant academy.
At first glance, Du Heng felt that the greening of the academy was really good.
But I heard that only those who have a good family business can go to the academy.
There are not many people around him who can read and write in the village. Most of them are peasants with rough language. Everyone knows very little about the academy and school in the county.
But Bairong Academy is the best and largest academy in the county, so even a layman who has never read a book knows about it, and because of this, he got two more information than other places.
It happened to be the time for lunch break, and there were still a few figures delivering meals outside the academy, maybe it was because the family was far away, so they came a bit late.
Du Heng looked around outside for a while.
Occasionally, there are a few scholars wearing green shirts and headbands of the same color. The clothes are neat and fresh, the brows and eyes are full of high spirits, chatting and laughing in and out of the academy.
This is probably the case with the elegant scholars depicted in the script.
As the saying goes, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. Although Du Heng is outstanding in appearance, it is difficult to stand out among this group of radiant scholars.
How can a plain dark-colored shirt compare with the academy students with fluttering sleeves?
He was not in the mood to compare, he just looked around for the so-called book stalls, but apart from these and the family servants who delivered meals, he really didn't see any stalls.
It's just that there are no steamed buns, noodles, meatloaf stalls that are common in the street market, perhaps because the academy is strict and hawkers are not allowed here to disturb the elegance of the academy.
He thought that there were only bookstalls in Ji County. Although it was an empty trip, it was not in vain to visit the best academy in the county.
Just as he was about to go back, someone called out suddenly: "The young man, are you here to visit the bookstall?"
Du Heng turned his head when he heard the sound, as if he was calling him, and saw an old man with a gray beard standing at the gate of the academy, rushing He beckoned.
He hurried over and saluted the old gentleman: "First, I heard that there will be a book stall outside the academy on the day of Jixian. Later, I am from a peasant family outside the county. Although it is not Jixian today, I want to come here to try my luck."
After listening to him, the old gentleman looked at Du Heng's handsome face and his sincerity, and said: "It's true that you only had it on the day of Jixian County, but I just saw you staying outside for a long time, and you are also a person who is interested in studying."
After finishing speaking, he Raising his hand, a boy who was no more than twelve or three years behind quickly opened the bookcase, and took out a stack of papers and a book from it: "Some old things, if you think they are useful, take them." Du Heng repeated After thanking, I quickly took it.
The old gentleman didn't say anything more, and then entered the academy with the boy.
Du Heng took the book paper and stood at the door for a while.
He guessed that this old gentleman was the master of the academy, but he didn't know his name.
Glancing at the book in his hand, Du Heng smiled slightly.
Of the 180 catties of rapeseed harvested this time, the 54 catties to be paid were scraped off, and more than 20 catties were left to see if it was used as seeds or something else, and only a whole number was used to extract oil.
The rapeseeds are ripe and plump, and the final output is 25 catties, which is much higher than expected.
The two put the clear oil in the basket, covered it tightly with a cloth, and stuffed the cloth around the basket to save it from being knocked on the ox cart.
The dry cakes that were squeezed out did not fall, and they were packed up and brought back.
When I drove the ox cart home, the sun was already westward.
Qin Xiaoman was afraid that the road would be difficult to walk when it was dark, and he would not be careless with such precious things, so the cow dared not drive too fast.
He was bored, thinking of teasing Du Heng to tell him to drive the car, he only learned the Tao last time.
Turning around, I saw the person guarding the clear oil inside the cart, who was slightly arching his back, holding a well-thrown book in his hand, but was reading very seriously.
With such a bumpy ox cart, he was not distracted.
Qin Xiaoman didn't make a sound, he looked away, and suddenly felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.
It was raining heavily, and he was mowing the grass alone in the field, and his family members came to call for umbrellas, straw hats and coir raincoats. He didn't feel this way when he came home alone in the heavy rain that could hardly keep his eyes open;
He didn't feel this way when Qin Xiaozhu acted like a baby to his father and begged for pocket money, a new dress, and a rabbit fur scarf.
Only watching Du Heng flipping through an old old book, and eagerly reading it on the cart at dusk and night, I feel very sad.
Probably because he thought that he didn't need to do this at all before, and he didn't have to go outside the academy to get a book that others didn't use, so he felt like a treasure.
People from wealthy families are not like poor families. They are afraid that their children and grandchildren will not study hard enough, while poor families are worried about how much money it will cost to buy a new book and a new pen.
Although he didn't know that the books read by others, especially the old books refurbished by knowledgeable people, were more useful than new ones, but he felt sorry for Du Heng and blamed himself for not buying him new books earlier.
Hearing what he said, he said that he was busy with farming and saved enough money to study before studying, but he was really stupid enough to make Du Heng busy with farming all the time with his face on the loess and his back to the sky.
Who knows if he said that in order not to burden him.
"What's the matter, are you hungry?"
The twilight gathered, the light dimmed, and the words on the pages of the book gradually melted into a ball, and Du Heng regained his senses from the newly acquired book.
When he raised his head and saw Qin Xiaoman driving the cattle in silence, he suddenly felt that this brother seemed to be too quiet, and he didn't say a word when he came back.
Afraid that he would be upset because he was so absorbed in the book that he didn't pay attention to him, Du Heng hurried to the front and sat beside Qin Xiaoman.
Qin Xiaoman replied: "I didn't, how about you?" I
ate something in the county town at noon, and didn't do any heavy work, so Du Heng didn't feel hungry.
The evening breeze was gentle, cooling the back of his hands.
Du Heng stretched out his hand and rubbed the back of Qin Xiaoman's hand with his palm to make his hand warm up: "I just lost track of God for a while, am I angry?" Qin Xiaoman raised his eyebrows: "Why, I'm glad you study
hard "
"Then you have been silent."
"Seeing that you read seriously, I can't bear to disturb."
Du Heng shunned Qin Xiaoman's hair that was blown by the wind: "I don't think you disturb, and I'm used to hearing it." It's your voice, if you haven't heard it for a long time, you will feel uncomfortable."
Qin Xiaoman glanced at Du Heng in the night, the night wind was soft, and that person was even gentler.
"In two days, I'll go to the county seat to buy you two new books."
Du Heng's eyebrows moved slightly, as if he understood something: "Today's book was given to me by the master of Bairong Academy, and there are notes from the old man in it. I put it on hold. I haven't read for a long time, and I didn't study hard enough before, and I didn't even pass the test for a child. The old books read by this master are of great use to me." Qin Xiaoman blinked: "My father also has a lot of old books
. , there were only a few pens and papers in the room you lived in before, and most of them were in Dad’s room, I’ll open the door when you go back, and you can go in and see if you can use it.” “Okay.” Du Heng
immediately
agreed Come down, Mr. Qin was a Tongsheng when he was alive, and the things he used before must be of great use to the Tongsheng.
At first, Du Heng never proposed to open that door, he knew that Xiaoman had a hurdle in his heart, and besides, the spring sowing was really busy, with crop after crop of farm work, it was hard to have time to think about that end.
Although I don't necessarily have so much time to study now, but I can spare a little to count.
What Qin Zhiyan said was right, the skill of reading has fallen behind for a long time, and it will become rusty.
The oil lamps on the east and west in the wilderness represent a house and family. When it gets dark, you can clearly hear the crickets in the field and the frogs in the field. It is noisy and very quiet.
Back home it was already dark.
The two carefully moved the rapeseed oil to the back room and put it away. Now everyone in the village knows that their family has rapeseed. Although no one knows that the oil has been squeezed, they still have to be careful in case someone has bad ideas.
After finishing all this work, Du Heng went to light a fire to boil water. He was sitting under the stove and folding firewood. Qin Xiaoman took a bunch of keys and dangled at the door.
Du Heng understood.
The two stood in front of the door that Du Heng had locked since he called, and Qin Xiaoman took the key to open the door.
Touching the cold lock, Qin Xiaoman felt his hands tremble when the key went in. When he was struggling to unscrew the lock, a pair of warm hands held the back of his hand: "Let me do it." He looked up
. Glancing at Du Heng, without saying a word, Du Heng held his hand and opened the lock forcefully.
Pushing open the door, an old dusty smell wafted from the room. When the oil lamps filled the room, Du Heng saw that this was a room with nothing special.
A bed, a desk by the window, and a low cabinet next to the desk, where Mr. Qin's manuscripts, pens, inks, papers and inkstones are all stored.
Although it is old, it can be used after wiping, which can save a lot of money for buying school supplies.
Qin Xiaoman stood at the door and didn't follow in, and signaled to Du Heng to let him get what he needed by himself.
Du Heng went to open the cabinet, and immediately there was a smell of books and ink that had been placed for a long time. After flipping through it a few times, he turned his head to look at Qin Xiaoman who was standing at the door and didn't come in: "Can I not lock it in the future? I So I can come in and look for pens at any time."
Qin Xiaoman regained his composure, and was slightly startled when he heard these words.
During the days when his father just passed away, he acted like a normal person during the day, doing whatever he had to do, but at night he always hid in the quilt and wiped his tears in the cold room.
After a long period of time like this, a locksmith called out from the village later, he went to buy a lock to lock the house, and he didn't go in for a long time, but it was better.
Du Heng came later.
Seeing that the man did not speak for a long time, Du Heng stepped forward to hold his hand, and pulled him into his arms.
He wrapped one hand around Qin Xiaoman's waist and the other around his shoulders, trying to hide him in his arms as much as possible, so that he could truly feel the feeling of being protected.
"I will always be here in the future."
"Yes."
Qin Xiaoman buried in Du Heng's arms and responded in a low voice.
"I will keep the key for you from now on, if you want to come in, come in."