Back home to start a farm

Walking on the sidewalk paved with red bricks and under the emerald green magnolia trees, many early risers could not help turning their feet when they smelled the strong aroma of sesame oil.

There are emerald green creepers climbing on the white walls, and there are many flower pots outside the door with colorful flowers, which are really pleasing to the eye.

But now not many people look at this, they all stretched their heads, smelling the fragrance coming from the house, seeing the bursting sesame seeds placed next to them, and exclaiming: "Boss, this sesame oil is not bad."

After harvesting the sesame seeds, Qu Chi kept some of them to fry and dried them at home, and the rest were transported to the oil mill in the town, where they were given to his parents to put into the oil press.

The machine was running rumblingly, and not long after, the rich and unique fragrance was blowing for ten miles along the wind.

Seeing more and more people walking towards the fragrance of the oil, Qu Deyun, who was busy squeezing the oil, said with a smile: "The acre of sesame seeds I planted at home is going to be squeezed in the morning when no one else is around."

After entering the house, the smell of sesame oil became stronger, and people who like this smell can't get enough of it.

The old man who came first stood at the door and watched for a long time. From the unprocessed sesame seeds, to the various oil extraction processes, and the last fried sesame oil, he saw everything clearly.

More and more people came following the smell, and the old man became a little anxious, so he stopped waiting and asked directly: "Boss, there is a lot of oil that can be squeezed out of sesame seeds from an acre of land, and it is usually used for cold dishes. How about you?" The family can't use up so much in a year, so don't you plan to sell it?"

"Sell, of course." Zhang Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead with a clean towel.

"How to sell it?" Someone asked impatiently.

Qu Deyun smiled: "We don't care about the price, we have to wait for my son to say."

It just so happened that Qu Chi and Qin Shi came out with glass bottles of various sizes in their hands and placed them outside the door.

"Hey, isn't this the little boss? You haven't been to the vegetable market for a while, and you planted the sesame seeds for this sesame oil. The boss said earlier, no matter what the price of the sesame oil is, I want three catties first." .” An old regular customer who recognized Quchi made a reservation first.

"Three catties? Have you finished eating? You can use it as cooking oil." Although sesame oil is fragrant, it is not suitable for cooking, that is, if you pour some in cold dishes or soup, you can't eat much in a year.

"If I can't finish eating, I'll give it away. I want you to take care of so much."

At this time, other onlookers also reacted. Some people started to discuss, and some people took out their mobile phones and started to notify others.

With the broadcast of the TV interview, Qu Chi only left a weak impression on a small number of people in Yang City with the image of a small-town vegetable vendor.

But it's different in Bijiang Town, the word "Little Boss" has become a well-known signboard.

Needless to say, Qu Chiduo, the old customers who had come into contact with before organized the people who wanted to buy to line up in the order of their arrival.

"This time it is still limited to one catty per person. The price must be higher than the market price. One or two is five yuan. If you don't bring a container, you can go home and take it. I will keep it for you. If you don't want to make a trip, we will prepare it here." There are also bottles." Qu Chi said directly without wasting everyone's time.

The onlookers quickly calculated in their hearts that the sesame oil sold in the town usually costs more than 20 yuan per catty.

The little boss's stuff is good, but it's also really expensive, five yuan a tael is 51 catties.

In just a few seconds, some people felt distressed after they figured it out, but they couldn't bear to leave after smelling the smell in their noses.

People who often buy Xishan Village vegetables are used to this kind of price. The person at the top of the line said directly: "I won't go back. The little boss will just pack a catty for me. How much is the total in the bottle? There is a two-dimensional payment Code or not?"

When I came back from school a few years ago, I rarely saw QR codes, but this time when I came back, Qu Chi realized that the times were changing rapidly.

There are very few people who use cash, not to mention in various shops, even fruit sellers on the street and vegetable market sellers, almost every stall has a QR code next to it.

Qu Chi realized this when he was selling vegetables in the vegetable market, and of course prepared for it this time.

"I forgot to take out the QR code, it's 52 yuan in total." Qu Chi smiled, took out the QR code that had been printed and sealed a long time ago from the side, and put it on the table.

The glass bottles were bought wholesale in the city, and Qu Chi also picked out better quality ones at a wholesale price of one piece, and then sterilized them at high temperature after they were brought back.

The glass bottle is placed on the scale, and the clear freshly squeezed sesame oil slowly flows into the glass bottle along the spoon, and the numbers on the scale are constantly changing.

Qu Chi and Qin Shi lined up in two lines in front of them. The onlookers looked at their steady arms, not even a little sesame oil spilled outside, and even praised them.

As expected of a young guy, he has strength in his hands.

The people in line were waiting for the sesame oil, and they were thinking about other things: "Little boss, I heard that your family has harvested an acre of peanuts. Let us know when the peanut oil will be squeezed, and I will come to line up in advance."

"The peanuts have to be dried in the sun, and it's still early before the oil is pressed. I will post a notice on the oil workshop two days in advance, and you can come with the oil pot yourself."

"Recently, I come here every day to take a look, but there are many." Someone laughed.

"Not at all. My family only grows one acre of sesame seeds and one acre of peanuts. Today, the sesame oil is squeezed out. There are still many families in our village who come to squeeze oil. If you are interested, you can come and buy some."

"Okay, if you don't get the one from the little boss, you can do it from other houses in your village."

"In terms of taste, the little boss's is better, especially the new corn these days, the taste is simply amazing, not soft or hard, very sweet, especially when used for soup, even the meat becomes delicious .”

"In front, if you can buy corn, don't buy sesame oil. I went to queue every morning, and I didn't even buy a corn stubble. This sesame oil is fine, so give me some."

"Hey, it can still be like this. Buying things depends on your own ability. If you can't buy something, you can only blame you for coming too late."

There was a lot of noise in the line, but no one was really angry.

Qu Chi listened with a smile on his face. Although life in the village was not as convenient as in a big city, it was this kind of getting along that made people like it.

Many people who bought the sesame oil did not leave, just sat nearby and joked with everyone, and some people were constantly attracted by the fragrance or the crowd.

Not long after, a food stall was pushed to the side of the road, and there were two pots inside, one filled with marinated vegetables, and the other filled with ready-made lemon chicken feet.

Qu Chi had a little impression that this person usually sells them in front of the large supermarket in the town, and he probably passed by here on the way to the supermarket.

There are also a few nearby breakfast shops, seeing this scene, holding baskets in their hands, filled with fried dough sticks and soy milk buns, waiting for them to come over and sell them on the spot.

Many people followed the scent and queued up again. They didn't even eat breakfast. When they saw it, their stomachs gurgled to remind them, and they really bought a lot.

The few stores that have tasted the sweetness are happy, and hope that the oil mill will continue to be so lively.

It's just that Tian Quchi's family ran out of sesame seeds, and they will be replaced by other people in the village another day. Although there are still many people who will come to buy them, there will be no such lively situation.

If you want to have a next time, you have to wait until Qu Chi squeezes peanuts.

Working until late at night, the door is closed, and there is still a lingering smell of sesame oil in the backyard, as well as everyone's clothes and hair, which cannot be removed without washing several times.

After a busy day, dinner is simple. The noodles bought from the supermarket are specially made for cold noodles, and the noodles are cooked until they are almost ripe.Take it out and run it in cold water to prevent it from sticking together after a long time.

When the noodles are cooked, the sauce is ready. The peeled garlic is chopped into minced garlic, add chili powder and the cooked sesame seeds processed today, put some spicy millet cut into circles, and pour a portion of boiling hot oil on it , fragrant.

Then add two spoons of light soy sauce and two spoons of vinegar, a little sugar and a little salt and mix well.

Divide the sauce evenly into four bowls, put the boiled and cooled noodles into it, and then put cucumber shreds and fried peanuts on top, and the saliva will secrete in your mouth before you mix it well.

The lights shrouded the yard with the bright moonlight, and the four of them sat at the table holding a bowl of noodles. Hulala ate a few mouthfuls first, it was sour and spicy, and not greasy at all.

"Chi Chi, you eat so well every day at home, yet you're not fat at all." After Zhang Yun finished eating, he looked at his son carefully. He was not fat at all, his face was rosy and shiny, and he was much healthier than before.

"Isn't it just doing farm work every day, eating well, sleeping well, and exercising in moderation, not to mention gaining weight, you even have muscles." Qu Chi raised his head proudly.

Qu Deyun laughed and said, "Don't turn one muscle into two."

Hearing his father's ridicule, Qu Chi almost wanted to lift up his shirt to show his father, but before doing it, he accidentally bumped into Qin Shi who was sitting next to him, and suddenly changed his movements and took out the phone in his pocket.

"Dad, Mom, look at our income today."

"Is there anything nice to look at? You grow the things, you buy the plastic bottles, and you keep the money yourself. If you really want to give it to me, just transfer the money from the oil extraction to me later." Zhang Yun didn't care Said bluntly, the money she and the child's father earned will also be given to the son in the future.

Qu Chi insisted on handing the phone to his parents.

"So much money!"

Zhang Yun's eyes widened, and he counted the numbers again. He still wiped his hands in disbelief, and took the phone over.

Count again.

The same is true for Qu Deyun. The couple met their heads and read it several times before they believed the number.

"I know you've earned a lot during this time, but I didn't expect to earn so much." Qu Deyun's voice was full of surprise and relief, as well as subtle disappointment.

"It's my luck." Qu Chi said sincerely, if it wasn't for the unexpected ability, it would be absolutely impossible to have such a harvest.

Qu Chi took back his mobile phone, opened the collection record, and gave the money in it to his parents to make it clear. Finally, he smiled at his parents, "Is my income from farming for more than half a year in the village okay?"

Qu Deyun raised his head and looked at his son, who had changed a lot in just half a year, and saw his son's smile that hadn't faded in the past six months, and his expectations for the future in his eyes now.

Grabbing Zhang Yun's hand, Qu Deyun looked at his son: "Tell me, what's next."