Xu Qingzhi goes for a stroll in the back mountain every day, updates the online store of Fuwang Farm on a regular basis, and then passes the arrangements on to her mother. There is nothing else to do.

Xu Fuqiang was thinking about the sesame seeds he had harvested with a machine some time ago. After being dried in the sun for a few days, they had been sifted several times with a sesame screening machine and it was time to extract the oil.

"Qingzhi, if you have nothing to do this afternoon, come with me to take the sesame seeds to make oil."

Xu Qingzhi got up from the recliner. The Xiao Li oil press in the village had moved to Dongyang, and she didn’t know where it was.

"Dad, where can we get the oil?"

"It's Xiao Li's place." Xu Fuqiang said, taking out his cell phone from his pocket, "I'll call your uncle Bing and ask him. He went to Xiao Li's place a while ago. I want to ask for his detailed address."

Xu Qingzhi: "Don't you have Xiao Li's phone number?"

Xu Fuqiang said truthfully: "There are too many people with the last name Li. I didn't take it seriously when I saved their phone numbers. I saved Xiao Li 1, Xiao Li 2, and Xiao Li 3. Now I can't even remember so many Xiao Li numbers. I don't know which one it is."

Afraid of embarrassing her father, Xu Qingzhi held back her laughter.

Xu Fuqiang dialed the number immediately after he finished speaking, and when the other party answered, he asked, "Brother Bing, do you know where Xiao Li's new oil pressing place is?"

"Can you please send me your location on WeChat?"

"I've harvested sesame seeds at home, so I'm going to press them for oil."

"Okay, you stay there and tell Xiao Li for me, I'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Fuqiang tapped his phone twice and saw the new address. He handed the phone over and said, "Qingzhi, you do the navigation. I still don't know how to use this navigation."

"Okay." Xu Qingzhi took the phone and started the route navigation.

If you want to press oil, you still have to drive a tricycle.

A special garage was built behind the house, with a large door for cars to exit, which achieves the separation of people and vehicles.

After four bags of sesame seeds were lifted up, the tires of the tricycle seemed to sink.

It can’t hold all of it, it can’t hold it at all.

"Dad, let's do it in two batches." Xu Qingzhi looked at her father's hair. Unconsciously, he had much less white hair than when she first came back. He looked younger and more energetic because of this, but there were still some silver strands on his head. She continued, "I'll make some sesame balls with the remaining sesame seeds."

Xu Fuqiang saw that he couldn't finish the loading in one trip, so he decided to load it evenly in two trips. He nodded and said, "Okay."

A stainless steel oil barrel was also placed on top. This barrel was more than enough to hold 100 kilograms of sesame oil.

With one step, he climbed onto the back of the car and sat on the small bench.

"Hold on tight, let's go."

Xu Qingzhi inserted the key, turned it, and the tricycle hummed towards its destination.

Xiao Li's oil press is much bigger than the previous one. It is clean and bright. The people pressing oil inside had just finished and it was their turn.

Xu Fuqiang was chatting with someone inside, and Xu Qingzhi was sitting nearby waiting.

Xiao Li asked: "Uncle Xu, do you want this sesame cake?"

"Yes, I'll take it back and make fertilizer. Oil pressing costs a lot of money, I'll scan the WeChat and give it to you." Xu Fuqiang said.

If the people who come here to press oil don't want the sesame cakes, Xiao Li won't charge them.

But he also knew where his online store's business came from, so he waved his hand and refused to take it, saying, "Uncle Xu, no money. If you want sesame cakes, I'll find someone to pack them for you."

The oil press is located inside, not next to the gate, to avoid dust. A vacant space is left near the gate. Usually, people don't want the sesame cakes and they are piled on the ground.

Wait for the sesame cakes to come out and pile them on the ground, then use a shovel to scoop them into bags.

Xu Fuqiang pulled Xiao Li's arm and said, "You can't not pay me. Tell me how much it should be later."

With that attitude, even if Xiao Li didn't take the money, he would still hold on and not let anyone leave.

Xiao Li smiled helplessly, "Okay, Uncle Xu, you give me 20. You have more than 300 kilograms of sesame, and 3 kilograms of sesame produces 1 kilogram of oil, so it should be about 100 kilograms of oil."

Xu Fuqiang took out his mobile phone and used mobile payment very skillfully. He immediately scanned 20 yuan for the customer.

The oil press is working.

The sesame oil that I squeezed myself did not look clear in color, and was even a little turbid. When the oil flowed into the barrel, milky yellow foam floated on the top.

The sesame oil squeezed from black sesame seeds smells delicious, but it is still oil after all, so the aroma is a bit greasy.

Seeing that the oil barrel, which could hold more than 100 kilograms, was about to be full, Xiao Li took out a new 11L stainless steel oil barrel to fill it.

"Uncle, the yield of your sesame oil is good. Come and lift it." Xiao Li handed the new oil barrel to someone else, and then he and Xu Fuqiang each grabbed the handles on both sides of the oil barrel and put it aside. Only then could the new oil barrel be placed steadily, saving people the trouble of holding it all the time.

The sesame oil is still a little hot, so don't cover it in a hurry.

Xiao Li took a look and said, "This 11L bucket is definitely not enough. I'll go get a 24L one."

Sure enough, after a while, the 11L oil barrel was full and was replaced with a 24L barrel.

Xu Fuqiang touched his head and said, "I didn't estimate it correctly. I didn't bring enough buckets."

"It's because the sesame produces too much oil." Xiao Li took a look and said, "Your barrel already holds 100 kilograms. An 11L oil barrel holds about 15 kilograms of oil, and this 24L barrel holds about 35 kilograms. It seems like it can be full. You have produced more than 150 kilograms of oil from your more than 300 kilograms of sesame."

"How much money is in this oil barrel? I'll transfer it to you too." Xu Fuqiang asked.

Xiao Li knew Xu Fuqiang's character, so he stopped saying no and said bluntly, "Just give 80 for both of them."

The price of the stainless steel barrels was also his purchase price, and he didn't make a penny.

Then, he walked out, looked at the person who was helping to shovel the sesame cakes, patted his shoulder, and whispered, "Put two more bags."

Xiao Li came in again and sat aside, looking at the oil while chatting: "Uncle Xu, is the farm business going well these days?"

"Sure, just like before, the same as always." Xu Fuqiang also responded casually, and then said: "After a while, your oil press will be even busier."

"Yes, when Cold Dew arrives, many people in the village go back to pick tea seeds. Now Dongyang has approved new land. Uncle Xu, do you have a lot of tea seeds in your backyard?"

Xu Qingzhi's resort covers a large area, but there are many mountains that are not included. Those mountains are the mountains that some villagers have lived on for generations, and tea seeds are planted on them sporadically.

There are now many tea oil trees planted in Fuwang Farm.

"Yes, we have to go up the mountain to pick them tomorrow. Frost is coming soon." Xu Fuqiang said.

Tea oil is precious. In the past, people would steal tea seeds by lighting a lamp at two or three in the morning and climbing up other people’s hills to steal them.

As a result, many people are afraid of the seeds being stolen, so they pick the tea seeds in advance, and the earlier they pick, the earlier.

Later, in order to ensure the quality of tea oil, the government issued a policy that tea seeds must be picked after the Cold Dew solar term, and early picking is strictly prohibited.

During that period, mountain rangers would also pay special attention to the situation on the mountain, and the theft of tea seeds and early picking of tea seeds gradually disappeared.