After about 45 minutes, a beeping sound rang out, and Zhou Cunzhi reminded Xu Huixue to quickly place the jar at the oil outlet to catch the flowing peanut oil.
When the amber-colored peanut oil flowed out, the onlookers couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"It's really oily!"
"It really is peanut oil!"
"This peanut oil smells quite nice?"
"My God, there's so much oil in this!"
"Ah Xian's mom, how many peanuts did you put in? There's way too much oil coming out!"
Xu Huixue hadn't expected the peanut oil to have such a high yield. After all the peanut oil had been collected, she weighed the oil container.
"I just used sixteen pounds of peanuts to make oil, and I didn't expect it to yield almost eight pounds of oil! That's way too much!"
This oil yield is too high.
Although the oil yield is not as high as the peanuts provided by Chen Suwen, this 50% oil yield is still very high.
"Try it quickly and see if the other oils are this much too."
"I'll do it! I'll do it!"
Zhou Cunzong had been watching from the side for a long time. When he saw his sister-in-law about to press soybean oil, he quickly reached out and said that he wanted to press the soybean oil himself.
Zhou Cunzhi and Xu Huixue did not compete with him and made way for him.
Zhou Cunzhi stood beside his younger brother and told him how to use the oil press, which button to press, and what safety precautions to take.
Zhou Cunzong was very obedient and did not find his older brother's nagging annoying. He first took out the oil residue from the machine, cleaned it a little, and then put the soybeans in directly.
"Can you really press oil from just a few pounds of soybeans?"
"That's right, doesn't oil extraction require a lot of oil to be done in one go?"
Most of them are from the city, but they also have relatives in the countryside.
Another group of people originally came from the countryside and passed the exams to become workers in the city, which is why they moved to the city.
Therefore, when they press oil in the countryside, they need to prepare a lot of materials before they can press oil once.
Living in the city and not farming, they no longer go to press oil; they buy oil from oil mills or render their own oil from fatty meat.
But no matter how much time passed, they still knew that very few people would be willing to operate a machine to press oil from less than five pounds of material.
With just a few kilograms of raw materials, it's not even possible to extract one or two kilograms of oil. Running the machine for that would be a waste of electricity, diesel, or gasoline.
So, oil mills only start their machines when they need a large quantity of oil, so as not to waste any.
They never expected that Zhou's small oil press could extract oil from less than five pounds of soybeans.
"Our machine is a home-use oil press, but it still requires 10 kilograms of raw materials to press oil each time."
Zhou Cunzhi explained to everyone that it wasn't a matter of how much weight one could take; anything under ten kilograms was definitely not acceptable.
Of course, since it's a family-sized machine, you can't put more than 100 kilograms of materials in at a time.
So the few pounds of soybeans we just put in weren't enough; we need to add a few more pounds.
But Xu Huixue's family didn't give her many soybeans or olives, so she couldn't continue pressing oil?
"There were five pounds of soybeans just now, right? Third brother, go get some soybeans from our family, make up five pounds, and then press them into oil together."
“We’ll split the oil we’ve extracted.” Chen Suwen handed the key to her warehouse to Zhou Cunzong, asking him to fetch some soybeans.
As the head of the household, Chen Suwen naturally held the key to the storeroom, and she was also the one who provided the amount of food to cook for everyone each day.
She rarely lets anyone else take her key.
Zhou Cunzong took the key from his mother, went to open his family's storeroom, and took out five jin of soybeans.
Because he was in a hurry to press oil, he didn't notice what new things had been added to his warehouse, or rather, he didn't know what was in his warehouse at all.
I took the soybeans out and poured them directly into the hopper of the oil press, then excitedly pressed the start button.
"It's lit up! It's lit up!"
The indicator light that showed the machine was working lit up, and Zhou Cunzong looked at the oil press with anticipation.
"Alright, each oil pressing takes almost an hour. What are you squatting there watching for?"
"Hey, have you packed all this peanut oil? You can take it back to your parents with me first. As for the soybean oil, we'll deliver it tomorrow."
"Those olives weigh less than five pounds each, so there's no need to press them for oil today."
"Go do what you're supposed to do, what are you waiting around for?" Chen Suwen stepped forward and directed everyone to get to work.
"Third brother, go cook."
The last time I made astragalus, angelica, peanut, and pig's trotter soup, everyone in the family except Shen Wenxiu got a little bit of pig's trotters, peanuts, and a little bit of soup.
She didn't manage to sell any meat today, mainly because her family had run out of meat coupons.
"By the way, eldest daughter, when you go back to your parents' home, ask your maternal grandmother if she has any chickens. We can trade some for her."
"Don't forget the eggs either."
Whether it's Shen Wenxiu or anyone else, they all need to eat better. She definitely couldn't stand eating only simple meals every day.
"Okay, Mom, I'll tell my mom when I get back." Xu Huixue's head was still spinning, and she only subconsciously responded to Chen Suwen's words.
"Third brother, go cook." Seeing that Zhou Cunzong was still watching the oil press, he urged him again.
"Oh, oh, oh..."
Zhou Cunzong finally came to his senses, or rather, he was jolted back to his senses by his mother's strong blow, and could only obediently go and cook.
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