Cheng Fangyuan did not push the cart home, but went directly to Captain Cheng's house. He guessed that his wife must be at his eldest brother's house at this time. Sure enough, Song Tangcheng and the other two were still there.
They were originally waiting anxiously in the house, but when they heard the noise outside the yard, they got up and went out.
Captain Cheng opened the door and saw his two sons, then he started asking.
"Ayuan, why are you back so late?"
"I waited for a while to change the oil with my uncle, so I came back late. I'm sorry to have made you worry." It was rare for Cheng Fangyuan to see his old father so anxious. Although he was a little surprised, he did not express too much emotion. They had always gotten along in this way, and it had gradually become a habit. The sudden change made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"I'm glad you're okay. Come on, push the bike in!"
The four women who were still in the room heaved a sigh of relief when they heard the familiar voice. After understanding what had happened, Aunt Li looked at her exhausted little son and couldn't bear to scold him.
She thought that when she was in a bad mood one day, she would use this incident as an excuse to scold him. It was his fault for not knowing the seriousness of the matter. Not only did he come back so late, but he also made them worry for nothing.
"Mom, bring me a bucket of oil. I'm lucky today. My uncle happened to be pressing his own oil, so he exchanged it with me. I also spent money to buy some soybean oil. Here's a small bucket of peanut oil, weighing 20 kilograms."
When Aunt Li saw the three barrels of oil, she wanted to curse Cheng Fangyuan as a spendthrift. How much did each barrel cost? They were country people who were very frugal. They would only use a drop of oil. They only bought oil a few times a year.
Why do we need to change so much oil?
"You've moved the oil mill back here. How much money did it cost you, you prodigal son?"
"Mom, don't worry. There's another copy of these for those three educated youths."
Seeing that his mother had misunderstood him, Cheng Fangyuan hurried to explain. He was afraid that he was too late and that his mother would pick up the rolling pin to beat him as soon as she put the baby down.
"That's good, that's good."
Aunt Li didn't feel so sad after hearing this. She had been thinking that so much oil would cost a lot of money and would go bad if left for too long. Fortunately, this was not just their family's oil, otherwise she would definitely have beaten her youngest son in front of her daughter-in-law.
Mrs. Sun took out the oil barrel when they were just talking. Song Tanglan smelled the sesame oil and looked at it curiously.
When I saw the tempting color, I couldn't help but sigh that this is indeed pure handmade oil pressing!
The aroma is so strong, especially the peanut oil. You can smell it from far away and when you think of rice with sesame oil, you can't help but drool.
People of this era are really frugal with oil. For example, they use less than two kilograms of oil a month. Those who are more frugal only use one kilogram of oil a month for a family of more than ten. They are considered to be a luxury.
But Song Tanglan, who had eaten a lot of delicious fried foods in his previous life, felt that dishes cooked without enough oil would be too bland. In addition, people in the countryside often could not eat meat, and they were reluctant to use oil when cooking, which led to malnutrition and pale complexion, with the sallowness on his face being particularly obvious.
Fortunately, after she traveled through time, she knew that the meals she had eaten were all cooked with extra ingredients. Whether it was Aunt Li's family or Su Tao's, the dishes they cooked were always good, so they used a lot of oil every year.
The three of them have to buy nearly 20 kilograms of oil a year. Aunt Li's family of six or seven people needs to consume about 20 kilograms every year, plus the three educated youth, so they have to replace a lot of oil this year.
"Mom, the three educated youth asked for 5 jin of peanuts, 8 jin of soybean oil and 8 jin of rapeseed oil each. We just need to take the same amount and give the rest back home."
Cheng Fangyuan exchanged a lot this time. The 100 kilograms of rapeseed he brought could be exchanged for 32 kilograms of oil. However, he did not take all the rapeseed oil. He still exchanged it for some soybean oil at an equivalent value. In the end, he brought back 27 kilograms of rapeseed oil and soybean oil respectively, plus the 20 kilograms of peanut oil, which was not a small amount.
Aunt Li divided the oil into portions according to the amount he asked, and finally, seeing that there was still so much peanut oil left, she poured some more into his oil barrel.
"We don't have enough peanut oil at home. You can take some back home and make some egg custard for my grandson from time to time. Add some peanut oil on it. It will be so delicious."
Seeing this, Song Tangcheng came back little by little, holding the child after finishing his work.
When they got home, they found that dinner had already gone cold. Song Tanglan took the food to heat it up. As for the other two, they sealed the oil in the oil can, which belonged to Sun Jianhua and his friends. Cheng Fangyuan also took the opportunity to deliver it over. After the three of them finished their work, they lit the lamp and started to eat dinner.
The days passed by unknowingly. Fortunately, the snow stopped for a day last time, so they distributed food. Otherwise, in the current situation, let alone distributing food, many people might have gone hungry.
It has been snowing for more than a month. The heavy snow is so heavy that it blocks the door every day when you get up. The snow on the road is half a leg high. Every time Song Tanglan walks, the snow is almost up to his thighs.
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