Half a month later, in the newly built oil press factory.

The workers spread the fried beans evenly on the linen, tied knots and wrapped them up, then brought a heavy discus to press it down, repeating this process over and over again until they built an iron tower.

After the preliminary preparations were completed, the workers stepped hard on the pedals, driving the mechanical components one by one, making a "squeaky" sound. Finally, a huge rock hit the oil beam, and the huge pressure generated caused the discus to begin to squeeze.

After a few breaths, drops of yellow soybean oil fell into the iron basin below.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Thank you all for your help!"

Mo Ju squatted down, dipped his fingers in a little oil and tasted it. The rich aroma of beans and oil spread in his mouth, and he nodded in satisfaction.

The worker was originally immersed in the magical mechanical technology, but when he suddenly heard Lord Mo's praise, he couldn't help but look ashamed and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Master Mo, you are too polite. This is our responsibility."

"Yes, it's all thanks to Master Mo's mechanical skills, which are truly ingenious!"

"Yes, yes, it doesn't take much effort to press it."

The workers looked at Mo Ju with admiration, their eyes filled with gratitude. After all, they would have stable jobs in the future and could even have oil to eat.

The sincere gratitude in their eyes made Mo Ju smile knowingly. Using their abilities to benefit the people was the lifelong pursuit of the Mo family.

The experiment had been successful. Mo Ju didn't want to disturb the workers, so he waved goodbye to them. His tall, thin figure gradually disappeared in the glow...

A few days later, the yellow soybean oil appeared on the shelves of the Xianyang Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

Chen Cui walked into the supply and marketing cooperative wrapped in a military coat. Her weather-beaten face became rosy and she looked much younger, completely different from the haggard old woman she had been before.

"Sister, do you still have a military coat?"

The salesperson's familiar smile made Chen Cui feel very friendly. There was a coal stove burning in the supply and marketing cooperative. She took off her gloves and asked while warming herself by the fire.

This year she plans to go back to the village to celebrate the New Year, so she wants to buy warm cotton clothes for her husband and children so that they can have a comfortable New Year.

"Yes, how many do you need?"

"Three pieces, and three sets of cotton shoes and gloves, too. Sorry for the hassle, sister."

"Okay, please wait."

The salesperson packed the clothes neatly and thoughtfully left a piece of rope for Chen Cui to carry.

Chen Cui took it and thanked him, and was about to go back home to make breakfast, but at this moment a whiff of the aroma of oil came into her nose, and she stopped.

Could they be selling pork? I didn't see anyone rushing to buy it, and it didn't smell like the greasy pork.

The salesperson saw Chen Cui suddenly stop and asked patiently.

"Guest, do you need anything else?"

"...Girl, do you smell the aroma of oil?"

"Oil smell? Oh! It must be soybean oil."

The salesperson reacted immediately, opened the lid of an iron bucket in the corner, and then started selling the product to Chen Cui.

"Auntie, this soybean oil is really good. It makes cooking very fragrant."

"Then what is this made of?"

"Don't worry, this is oil squeezed from beans."

As the two were talking, a circle of guests slowly gathered around them. They looked at the yellow and fragrant soybean oil, and their faces showed excitement.

Pork is hard to buy, and even if you get a small piece, you can't make much oil from it, so they are very careful every time they cook, just using a linen cloth to wipe a little into the pot.

More and more people gathered around, and finally a woman couldn't bear it anymore and shouted at the salesperson.

"Sister, scoop five pounds for me!"

Others saw that the bucket was only that big and there didn't seem to be much left, so they rushed to buy it. For a while, the supply and marketing cooperative was bustling with people jostling for position.

The salesperson was also very happy to see this, because she got a commission from selling goods. While she was happy, she also reminded the customers who did not bring containers.

"Guests, please bring your clay pots so I can make oil for you!"

Some people who had nothing in their hands slapped their foreheads and ran home in the wind and snow to get the cans before work time.

With the operation of the oil press during this period, barrels of golden and fragrant soybean oil were produced.

As a result, the people of Xianyang were able to eat oily meals, and even the food in the canteen was much more delicious than before.

In addition to the squeezed soybean oil, the squeezed soybean cakes were also not wasted at all. They were all transported to the pig farm. The pigs ate both sweet potato residue and soybean cakes, and they all grew fat and strong.

After Chen Nong's younger brother Chen Fei poured the feed, he looked around at the white and tender piglets grunting as they ate, and a sense of accomplishment arose in his heart.

Brother, look!

This is the pig farm I contracted for you.

At the same time, Mr. Chen, who was concentrating on studying wheat hybrid breeding, suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his itchy nose in confusion and continued to concentrate on his research.

It has been almost three years since Chu Yuening came to Daqin, and this is the first time she has eaten a plate of stir-fried vegetables.

It is not bland like boiled vegetables, nor greasy like fried vegetables with animal oil. Frying with soybean oil retains the crispness and tenderness of the vegetables while retaining a refreshing taste.

"Come on, baby, eat more vegetables. This isn't bitter."

Chu Yuening picked up a piece of lettuce with chopsticks and put it into Zizi's small bowl, and did not forget to pick up a piece of lettuce for a man with a gloomy expression.

The emerald green color is particularly pleasing in winter. Ying Zhao moved his little nose and smelled the fragrance of vegetables, which made him unable to help but eat them in one bite.

"Mom, it's really delicious!"

"Then eat more, little one, and A Zheng..."

"Well, don't worry about Zhao Zhao, he will pick it up by himself. Yue Ning, just eat quickly."

Ying Zheng stared at his busy little wife, a hint of helplessness flashed in his phoenix eyes, and he also stretched out his chopsticks to pick up some food for her.

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