Space Farming: Traveling through Ancient Times to Do Business

Chapter 212 Preparing for Oil Pressing

When Jiang Xue hurried back to Jiangjia Village, she was stopped by several respected elders. "Sanniu, in my opinion, the rapeseed you have is already mature enough. But... we old guys can't help but be curious, and want to find out how this thing extracts oil!" The first elder had an anxious look on his face, and his words revealed a strong desire to know the unknown.

Faced with the sudden situation, Jiang Xue was slightly stunned, but quickly came to her senses: "Okay, everyone, be patient, I'll go and check it out and we'll know the result." After that, she walked towards the place where the rapeseed was stored.

In that extremely busy threshing ground, rapeseed stalks were piled up like small hills, towering into the sky.

Under the sunlight, these rape stalks sparkle with golden light, like a golden ocean, and it seems that the whole earth is filled with the joyful atmosphere of harvest.

Due to limited space, the numerous rape stalks could not be placed entirely on the site. Even the college playground was filled with rape stalks, and even on the roadside trees.

From a distance, the rows of neatly hung rapeseed stalks look like a unique landscape, adding a unique charm to this small village.

Jiang Xue walked lightly to the rapeseed stalks. She stretched out her delicate hands, gently stroked the rapeseeds, and carefully checked whether they were completely dried.

Jiang Xue is well aware of every step in the oil pressing process and knows its importance.

Once she was sure everything was correct, she immediately ordered people to prepare the large pieces of cloth she had prepared in advance.

In the center of the wide threshing ground, Jiang Xue personally took charge of directing the villagers to start the threshing work.

All I could hear was the sound of "click! click!" one after another, without stopping.

The villagers held Jiang Xue's special threshing tools and kept hitting the rapeseed stalks.

Every powerful knock will cause the rapeseed to jump out of the dry and hard shell, making a crisp, pleasant, crackling sound.

The sounds are as lively as the firecrackers set off during the New Year, and also indicate that the fruits of the villagers' hard work will soon turn into precious edible oil.

After the first round of threshing was completed, the villagers picked up the threshed rapeseed stalks and shook them gently to shake off the remaining rapeseed seeds.

These rapeseed stalks that have completed their mission are thrown aside, waiting to be burned into ashes to provide nutrients for the next round of planting.

The black rapeseeds were like black pearls, covering the large cloth on the ground.

The villagers tacitly picked up the corners of the cloth and collected the rapeseed into bamboo baskets.

The rapeseed will be sent to the women in the village, who will use their skillful hands to sift out impurities to ensure that every seed is pure and flawless.

The threshing work continued, and the villagers repeated the previous steps in an orderly manner.

Jiang Xue stood aside, reminding the villagers to pay attention to the strength and rhythm from time to time.

She hopes that every villager can master the oil pressing technique so that they can make delicious rapeseed oil by themselves.

The noise coming from the threshing ground outside attracted Bai Yufeng, who was working with Jiang Xue on oil pressing tools. These days, he worked hard day and night. Although he knew nothing about this new gadget, he finally developed it successfully with his unremitting efforts and ingenuity.

"Is it dried?" Bai Yufeng couldn't contain his excitement and was eager to try this new oil-pressing tool.

Seeing how excited he was, Jiang Xue put down the threshing tools in her hands, asked other villagers to do it for her, and then walked towards Bai Yufeng and asked, "How is the progress of the tools?"

Bai Yufeng nodded excitedly and replied: "I called a few villagers to help, and everyone worked together to complete it and put it in the factory!"

"Then I'll have someone bring some over, and we'll go try it first." After that, Jiang Xue told the elders some precautions and took Bai Yufeng to the factory.

Jiang Xue came to the oil press, holding the installation instructions, reading them attentively, and explained in detail to the villagers around her how to install it correctly.

Although this unique oil press is carefully carved from wood, its effect is unquestionable.

"Put this in front and fix the rack firmly." While helping to unload the truck, she patiently guided Bai Yufeng on how to build the bracket for the oil press.

She pays close attention to every step and every detail, striving to achieve perfection.

Men, women, young and old in Taohua Village were all attracted to watch the fun. They stared at the piles of black rapeseed on the ground with wide eyes, their faces full of suspicion: "Is this the rapeseed you mentioned?"

The crowd began to stir, everyone whispered to each other, and then followed Jiang Xue to the factory like a swarm of bees. Finally, someone couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "Will these rapeseeds turn black when they are ripe?"

Jiang Xue smiled and answered patiently: "Yes, the color of rapeseed will indeed become darker when it matures, but don't underestimate it, the oil extracted from these rapeseeds is very fragrant!"

Although Jiang Xue said it confidently, the villagers were still skeptical. They carefully picked up a handful of rapeseed and put it in their palms, looking closely at them, as if trying to find some clues from these unremarkable little grains.

At this time, someone raised doubts: "Can this thing really produce oil? Are you bragging?" Facing everyone's doubts, Jiang Xue gave an affirmative answer without hesitation: "Of course it can! When the oil is extracted in the future, I will share some with everyone to taste."

Upon hearing this, the villagers quickly shook their heads and waved their hands, expressing their flattery: "Oh, don't be so polite, this oil is so precious, it's better for you to keep it for yourself and exchange it for money!" You know, in that era of material scarcity, oil was quite precious, who would give it away easily?

At this moment, another thing suddenly popped up in Jiang Xue's mind, so she turned around and said to Bai Yufeng, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Bai, are the jars and glass jars that I asked you to prepare for firing half a month ago ready?"

Bai Yufeng nodded slightly and responded: "Well, generally speaking, it is almost finished, but the glass jar is still being produced at a rapid pace."

Then, Jiang Xue couldn't wait to ask, "So, has the word 'Jiang's Blueberry Wine' that I requested been printed accurately?"

Bai Yufeng once again gave an affirmative reply: "Indeed, they have all been printed. Later, I will arrange for Xiaoliu to select a few samples and send them over for you to review." Upon hearing the news, Jiang Xue couldn't help but feel a surge of joy in her heart.

You know, the blueberry wine she carefully brewed is now ready, only the east wind is missing.

She had already planned to serve her homemade blueberry wine on every household's dining table during the special occasion of the Ghost Festival so that everyone could taste the wonderful flavor of this fine wine.