Datang started from being a salted fish

Chapter 97 Oil Pressing
After the project was completely completed, even the leading soldiers sat on the ground tired, not to mention those in the Ministry of Industry.

If it wasn't that they couldn't do it anymore, Wang Yin probably would have to continue.

"Everyone has worked hard, let's go here first." Wang Yin called everyone together and took out a hundred coins: "Everyone divide the money according to the head."

At first, everyone still had some complaints in their hearts, but now seeing Wang Yin being so generous, they couldn't wait to shout: "Help me up, I can still do it!"
Of course it's just a thought~
"Old Duan, you can continue tomorrow and build the whole land in Shangshui Village into a greenhouse, just do it like today." Wang Yin patted him on the shoulder and said.

"I understand." Duan Lun replied.

Leaving everyone to count the copper coins to play, Wang Yin found Wang Erniu again.

"Uncle, do you mean that you plan to plant all the land in the village with other things?" Wang Erniu was surprised when he heard Wang Yin explaining his purpose of coming: "This..."

A few mu of land is fine, but if the uncle takes all the land, what will the people in the village do?

"That's right, I'm going to round up the land in your village. Anyway, you're planting the land to harvest food. I'll send someone to send you a batch of grain later on. Will it be enough for you to eat in the next spring?" Wang Yin patted Wang Erniu said over his shoulder: "Talk to them later, I don't think they will have any objections."

"Here." Wang Erniu responded.

It's right to think about it, now that Uncle directly gives the ready-made ones, and the big guys who save money go back to work, the villagers should not have any objections.

Judging from Uncle's generosity, the amount of food will only increase, not decrease.

After Wang Yin left, Wang Erniu made the villagers anxious and conveyed Wang Yin's meaning.

"I have no problem."

"We trust uncle."

"Just do as uncle said."

. . . . . .

The villagers have seen Wang Yin's generosity today. Didn't they see that those who got the money before were all crazy~
I don't have to go to work in the field to get ready-made food. With the help of my uncle, I think it will only be more or less. When the time comes to work outside, it will be another income. Such a cost-effective thing, idiot I don't agree.

By the way, there is also wages for helping uncle raise pigs.

The villagers of Shangshui Village now feel completely overwhelmed by happiness. . .

General House

"Master, you're back." Seeing Wang Yin coming in, Jarvis hurried up to greet him: "The beans you harvested have been placed in the room you designated."

"Good job." Wang Yin nodded: "Old Jia, go collect some grain tomorrow, and ensure that the villagers in Shangshui Village can eat the amount after next year's spring plowing, and then send them there."

"Here." Jarvis responded quickly.

Thinking about the past few days, Jarvis sighed in his heart: I still live a solid life now, but I was always uneasy when I didn't do anything all day before. . .

Standing in the yard and looking at the servants who practiced seriously, Wang Yin nodded: It's much better than yesterday.

"Brother Yin." Qin Huaiyu stopped and greeted Wang Yin.

"Young man is not bad." Wang Yin gave him a thumbs up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Little bastard, dare to snatch a piece from your father? Is it itchy again recently?!" Cheng Yaojin slapped Cheng Chuliang on the back of the head and said angrily.

"Aye, why are you just beating me? Didn't Cheng Chumo and the others rob you too?" Cheng Chuliang muttered.

"Nonsense, I'm your father, and I still need a reason to beat you?" Cheng Yaojin glared at him: Who made you get so close to me, who else would hit you?

"Grandpa, the dishes are here, please take your time." At this time, Wang Jiu and the others came over with freshly cooked dishes.

"If you want me to tell you, why don't you just go to my house to be cooks..." Cheng Yaojin looked at them and said something, but stopped before he finished speaking, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the door in doubt, and immediately stopped what they were doing.

"I have seen the young master."

"I have seen the young master."

. . . . . .

"Brother Yin..."

"Brother Yin..."

"Brother Yin..."

. . . . . .

Wang Yin looked at the scene in front of him with black lines all over his head: Do you really not regard yourself as an outsider?Fuck, drink my wine, eat my food, and come here to poach me. . .

"Wang Yin, hehe...you're back." Cheng Yaojin said with a smile.

Wang Yin rolled his eyes at him, then reached out and tapped his face: "Old Cheng, where's your face?"

"Hey, isn't your cook cooking so deliciously? I want him to teach my cook too." Cheng Yaojin said: What is shame?
Wang Yin rolled his eyes at him directly, took out a pair of chopsticks and tasted the dish.

Well, there is progress!good!

"Wang Jiu, are those bags steamed in the kitchen?" Wang Yin asked Wang Jiu who was beside him.

"Master, it's all done," Wang Jiu said back.

"Brother Yin, what delicious food are you going to make again?" Cheng Chubi's eyes lit up immediately, and he looked at Wang Yin expectantly.

"We'll know when the time comes." Wang Yin looked at the three brothers: "Go and bring the kitchen drawer."

"Did you hear that? Hurry up and get to work." Cheng Yaojin kicked Cheng Chuliang who was beside him, and said cursingly.

Cheng Chuliang clutched his butt and thought angrily: Why me again!

The three brothers carried the steamer and followed Wang Yin all the way out.

"Is it beans?" Cheng Yaojin sniffled and asked.

"En," Wang Yin responded.

"Wang Yin, what are you buying again?" Cheng Yaojin asked doubtfully when he came to the room where the beans were stored and saw the full sacks on the ground.

After the incident where Wang Yin led a pig across the city of Chang'an, Cheng Yaojin had serious doubts about Wang Yin's taste. Didn't you see that this incident is now spreading all over the sky?
Who knows what weird things Wang Yin will buy again. . .

"Douzi." While speaking, Wang Yin walked to the position against the wall and opened the system mall.

Old hand oil press: 500 guan/set.

Although the system has a more advanced electric oil press, Wang Yin did not choose that.

The main reason is that the old house where the original house was originally written did not have electrical circuits. It would not be safe to stretch the wires directly, and it would be depressing if people were electrocuted to death.

and. . .

Wang Yin glanced at the three brothers: These three guys are idle too, aren't they~
"Wang Yin, what is this big guy for?" Cheng Yaojin walked around the oil press, reaching out his hand to beat it a few times from time to time.

"Try it and you'll know." After Wang Yin finished speaking, he turned to look at the three brothers: "Bring this way."

After the three brothers brought the steamed beans over, Wang Yin took out a bucket and put it in the oil outlet, opened the steamer, put an appropriate amount of beans into the inlet, and then pouted at Cheng Yaojin: "Come on!" try?"

"How do you use this thing?" Cheng Yaojin asked suspiciously.

"Hold this handle and shake it vigorously." Wang Yin demonstrated by shaking the handle a few times.

"Interesting." Seeing this, Cheng Yaojin grabbed his hand and shook it.

Although this thing is considered 'old' in the system, it is only compared with those black technology things in the system~
With Cheng Yaojin's shaking, dozens of large and small gears in the machine began to rotate until the speed became faster and faster.

It was Cheng Yaojin's first time playing, and he was in high spirits, he threw off his arms and shook it even more vigorously.

Seeing that Cheng Yaojin could easily shake the machine by himself, Wang Yin once again affirmed the thought in his heart: This so-called 'old' really depends on what it is compared with. . .

With the shaking of Cheng Yaojin Sahuan, bean cake slices began to come out from the slag outlet, and oil began to flow out of the oil outlet.

The aroma of vegetable oil immediately filled the room.

"It smells so good!" Cheng Yaojin immediately stopped what he was doing, sniffed his nose and smelled it vigorously.

The three brothers closely followed their father's footsteps, with their eyes closed and expressions of enjoyment, just like three drug addicts. . .

"I didn't expect this bean to be so delicious." Cheng Chumo reached out and picked up a piece of bean cake, threw it into his mouth and started to chew: "Pfft.. It's just a little toothache."

"That's for feeding livestock." Wang Yin said lightly.

The expression on Cheng Chumo's face immediately brightened. . .

(End of this chapter)