Reborn in the ’80s as a Group Favorite Bigshot – Chapter 27

Chapter 27: She could easily manipulate them now.

Song Chu gave away the two pheasants she brought, and the two bags were also filled with a lot of chestnuts.

The person who was in charge of the machines accepted them with a big smile, thinking that Director Guo’s relative was quite nice.

Guo Dong was also quite happy. Not only could his family have a better meal, but more importantly, Song Chu was very thoughtful, which gave him face in front of his colleague at the factory.

Song Chu looked at the three oil presses, thought for a moment, and said, “Director Guo, could you use a tractor to help us pull them back to the village? We’ll pay for the fuel.”

Otherwise, it was impossible for each person to carry one back. She could do it, but the other two definitely couldn’t.

Guo Dong was in a good mood and now looked at Song Chu more favorably. They were relatives by marriage after all, and he wouldn’t refuse for his sister’s sake. “No problem, I’ll arrange for someone to deliver them to you. You don’t need to pay for the fuel, just consider it included in the price of the machines you bought.”

It wasn’t worth it to ask for such a small amount of money, and it was better to do them a favor.

Song Chu wasn’t going to be polite, “Then thank you, Director Guo.”

She remembered this favor and planned to give Guo Dong’s family a share if she ever gave anything to her Third Older Brother’s family in the future. Connections were built up this way.

Tang Min thanked Guo Dong again. He knew that the other party was being so considerate because of his relationship with Song Chu’s relative.

His niece was indeed capable. She used to just want to be lazy, but fortunately, she had come to her senses now.

After arranging for the tractor and loading the oil presses onto it, the three of them followed on their bicycles.

When they returned to the village, it was not yet time to knock off work. Hearing the rumbling sound of the tractor, many people’s attention was drawn to it.

Tang Min had already arranged the location of the oil pressing workshop. It was an old, unused thatched-roof house made of adobe that had been reclaimed. There was a small courtyard outside.

The location of this old house was at the end of the village. The tractor drove all the way there, and Tang Min asked people to unload the oil presses. Most of the villagers saw it.

“Song Chu really got the Production Team Leader to buy three oil presses, and they even delivered them to the village.”

“I heard that Song Lao San’s wife’s Second Older Brother is a leader in the oil pressing factory. They probably used that connection.”

“This Song, the Village Bully, has done something good for the village.”

“Will we not be short of oil in the future?”

“Who knows, the oil pressing workshop will be managed by Song Chu in the future. She might just ruin it in a few days.”

“Let’s go and see.”

Most of the villagers dropped their hoes and ran to the old house to watch the excitement.

Song Chu had asked Song Eldest Sister-in-Law and Song’s Second Eldest Brother’s Wife to clean up the place in the morning. The two broken machines were put inside the house for the time being, and the repaired one was placed in the courtyard.

She gave the tractor driver a one-yuan tip.

This person was originally thinking he had to make a trip for nothing and was a little unhappy. Now, with the tip, his impression of Song Chu improved dramatically, and he happily went back to the factory.

After returning, he also praised Song Chu to Guo Dong for being warm and thoughtful. If there were similar tasks in the future, he could be sent again.

After the tractor driver left, Song Chu saw that Song Lao Si was also among the crowd watching the excitement in the courtyard. She asked him to go back and bring a bag of tea seeds from home, along with tools for collecting oil.

Song Lao Si nodded and ran back. He quickly returned with the things she asked for.

Song Chu saw that the courtyard and the area outside were full of people. She cleared her throat and said, “You all probably don’t know that the tea oil fruit on the mountain can be pressed for oil, right?”

“We don’t know, never heard of it.”

“What’s a tea oil fruit?”

“Can the oil pressed from it really be eaten?”

Now that there were so many people, the villagers were not so afraid of Song Chu and asked loudly one by one.

Song Chu saw that they were getting excited and smiled, “It’s no use me saying more, so now I’m going to prove to you whether the tea oil fruit can be pressed for oil, what the oil is like, and whether it can be eaten.”

She had already helped the old worker press oil once at the oil pressing factory yesterday and had memorized all the operating steps of the machine.

Now the village had electricity, and this old house had been connected to the power line when someone was still living in it. She brought an extension cord over, and the oil press could be plugged in and used.

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Song Chu asked the Song family and Tang family members who had come to watch to first remove the tea seeds from the tea fruit.

Then she started the preliminary steps. After they were done, she put them into the oil press to extract the oil.

The villagers stared at the oil press with eager anticipation.

“Oil is coming out, oil is really coming out.” Seeing the clear, transparent, light yellow liquid flowing out of the oil press, someone couldn’t help but shout excitedly.

“It smells quite fragrant.”

The others also smiled and said, “This wild fruit can really be pressed for oil.”

Before pressing the oil, Song Chu had asked Song Lao Si to light the stove in the old house and asked Song’s Second Eldest Brother to bring over the wok and seasonings. She also brought a few heads of Chinese cabbage from home.

She shouted to the villagers, “This tea oil has a high oil yield, and most importantly, the raw material is free. Do you believe it now?”

“We believe it, we believe it!” Seeing is believing, and their eyes weren’t blind.

Song Chu filled a large bowl with oil and asked Song’s Second Eldest Brother to stir-fry the Chinese cabbage. “Everyone can have a taste of the dishes cooked with this oil later to see how they taste.”

“Okay!” Everyone responded happily, seeing her ask Song’s Second Eldest Brother to stir-fry with this oil. They were all curious about the taste.

The atmosphere became even more lively, and some people even went over to the stove to watch Song’s Second Eldest Brother stir-fry the cabbage.

Song Chu also took this opportunity to introduce the benefits of tea oil and told everyone that some places in other provinces specifically used this to press oil. It was a normal edible oil and there was no need to worry about it being harmful to the body. On the contrary, it was very nutritious.

Those who didn’t believe it could go to the library to check. She discovered this from reading books.

The cultural level in the village was relatively low, and they actually had some reverence for knowledge and books. Hearing her say this, they didn’t doubt it and expressed their belief in her.

Soon, Song’s Second Eldest Brother stir-fried several large bowls of Chinese cabbage. He took a few pairs of chopsticks and let everyone pass them around to have a small taste.

Basically, no one in the village had any particular aversion to sharing, so they didn’t mind passing the food around to taste the cabbage.

Originally, tea oil had a clear fragrance and pure taste. In addition, Song’s Second Eldest Brother was generous with the seasonings. Everyone who tasted the stir-fried cabbage had their eyes light up.

“It’s delicious, this oil is really fragrant.”

“It’s so tasty, much better than what my family cooks.”

“This tea oil is really good.”

Those who tasted it, whether because of the taste or because they were following the crowd, all felt that the Chinese cabbage stir-fried with this tea oil was extremely delicious.

Some families in the village could barely afford to eat, let alone use oil for cooking. Other families were also living frugally and were very sparing with oil. The dishes cooked without enough oil naturally tasted average.

Now, in fact, even if it wasn’t cooked with tea oil, as long as they were generous with oil and seasonings, this cabbage would also be delicious.

But Song Chu deliberately wanted to create a deep impression on everyone that the dishes cooked with this tea oil were very fragrant, and they wanted it.

“Is this oil delicious?” She asked, knowing the answer.

“Delicious!” The men, women, and children in the village all shouted with a smile.

“Do you want to eat more?”

“We want to!”

“Then do you want to share the oil?”

“We want to!”

Okay, with this last sentence, everyone had a common interest. She could easily manipulate them now.