C37 – High-production Colza Oil
Zhao Yuegu was utterly astounded.
The yield from this plot was astonishingly high.
And the seeds—these colza seeds were significantly larger than ordinary ones, with hardly any shriveled or hollow.
“How much oil can we extract?”
Zhao Yuegu was filled with anticipation.
Yet, the process of making colza oil was a lengthy one.
It began with washing, followed by steaming, and finally, the traditional method of pressing.
Ma Yabei was by his side, meticulously documenting everything.
“With this high-yield colza oil alone, you’re set for life.”
Zhao Yuegu paused, taken aback.
“Being set for life isn’t everything; I have bigger aspirations.”
“Having ambitions is great. What’s your aim?”
“To become the wealthiest person in the world.”
“...”
“You don’t believe me?”
“Not unless you own an abundance of land.”
Their casual conversation made time fly by unnoticed.
When they finished pressing all the seeds they had, they stumbled upon an astonishing fact.
“100 catties of seeds yielded 58 catties of oil!”
“That’s an exceptionally high yield.”
“Typically, 100 catties of seeds would only produce between 30 and 40 catties of oil.”
“Let’s press some more and see.”
Subsequent attempts yielded results consistently close to 60 catties!
Ma Yabei grasped the significance of their discovery.
“So, your acre of colza seeds could rival six, or even eight acres of others’ yields?”
“Theoretically, yes, but variations in soil and climate could affect the outcome.”
“Still, that’s more than enough!”
“If this colza oil could be widely adopted across the country...”
Ma Yabei was speechless, her hand covering her mouth, unable to envision the implications.
Zhao Yuegu just smiled.
“Helping humanity shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
“You’d be nothing short of a global hero.”
Zhao Yuegu scratched his head, humbled.
All he could think was how powerful the system truly was!
“You should get in touch with the authorities as soon as you can. The national reward you’re likely to receive could benefit you for a lifetime.”
“If colza oil became widespread, our nation might well break free from its reliance on imported soybeans.”
“Plus, the nutritional value of colza oil far surpasses that of soybean oil!”
Her pale thighs and arms were bare, accentuated by the lace pattern on her skirt, easily sparking the imagination.
Luckily, Zhao Yuegu considered himself a gentleman.
Well, at least he liked to think so.
“Time to get up and go.”
He couldn’t resist calling out.
Ma Yabei burrowed her head under the blanket, leaving only her hair peeking out.
“...”
Should he keep calling her?
It felt like a significant loss to do so.
His vantage point was just too revealing.
But if he didn’t call...
Descending the mountain would take a considerable amount of time.
Sensing something, Ma Yabei burst from the blanket, stunned for a moment at the sight of Zhao Yuegu, then quickly covered herself, letting out a shriek.
“Damn it!”
A pillow flew at Zhao Yuegu.
“Come on, get out. I need to check if Xueman’s steamed buns are big enough.”
“Mmm, buns are best when they’re soft.”
Seeing trouble brewing, Zhao Yuegu made a quick exit.
Ma Yabei’s face soured even more.
She suspected there was a double meaning in Zhao Yuegu’s words!
Yet, after freshening up, she realized that they really were having steamed buns for breakfast...
Amidst some playful scuffles, it was already past seven in the morning. Despite the dew, they needed to hit the road early.
Ma Yabei was looking exceptionally pretty.
“Sun Ying, come with us.”
“Ah? Don’t I need to stay with Xueman?”
Zhao Yuegu asked with a hint of resignation.
“Yabei is directionally challenged, and I don’t have a driver’s license. Who’s going to drive? A driver needs to be prepared to drive.”
“...”
Sun Ying reluctantly agreed.
There was no need to worry about Xueman.
The villagers were quite kind to the siblings.
Plus, they had a nearly magical big yellow dog at home.
Riding in the oxcart across the mountain roads, Zhao Yuegu felt a twinge of regret.
“After all this time, the road is still not fixed.”
Thankfully, the muddy stretch lasted less than an hour before they reached the newly repaired paved road.
But then...
Why were the workers fixating on their vehicle?
They hadn’t withheld any wages from him.