The rapeseed harvested at Meishan Farm was delivered, and the underground storage room dug came in handy, and the rapeseed was squeezed into oil and put in, so that the oil from Huazizhuang did not need to be purchased outside for a year.

Zhuang Xiaochu invented a dry press. In fact, the dry press is also very simple, hang a thick and heavy wooden stick on the beam, clamp the rapeseed wrapped in cloth with two thick wooden boards in front, push the wooden stick, the wooden stick hits the wooden board in front, squeezes the rapeseed in the middle of the wooden board, the rapeseed breaks the wall and cracks, squeezes to a thin layer, and the golden rapeseed oil drips down little by little. In this way, there is no need to pull the rapeseed outside for processing.

There are many people in Huazizhuang, and ten brothers are dispatched every day to extract oil, two people in a group, five groups a day. After two rounds like this, the oil is almost finished. Seal the jar and put it in the basement storeroom. There is a lot of rapeseed residue left, and Lai's second daughter-in-law, who is in charge of the big kitchen, said: "Let's raise some chickens, and chickens can eat these residues." "I bought twenty or thirty chicks.

The chicks don't like to eat dregs, so they run in groups up the hill behind the second courtyard, where there are fresh grass seeds and tender bugs. Zhuang Xiaochu asked them to dry the thinly pressed rapeseed residue and then pack it in a sack. The same goes for peanut pomace and sesame pomace. It's just that he didn't think about what to do with these scum. Unexpectedly, these scum played a big role in the end, this is a later story.

In autumn, the rice on the farm matures and the harvest is abundant. The rice was processed into rice, and then the needs of Huazizhuang were sent over, and the rest, Zhuang Xiaochu let half a catty and eight taels stay in the two warehouses of the farm, and the rest was sold on the spot. The money from the sale was two, and some of the wages of the peasants were paid, and some of the flowers in the village were transferred if they were not enough. The grapes harvested from the vineyard were brought back, some of them were eaten, and the rest was baked into raisins, and several large jars of grape juice were made.

Zhu Laosi crackled the abacus and said, "Owner, in this way, our village now spends much less on grain every year than before. Now we have more money. The lame Lao Li was even more happy. There is no silver in the library, so many brothers in the village have to eat and drink, he is flustered, now it's okay, the four sides are rich, the expenses are much less, the silver in the library is getting more and more day by day, he is in a good mood, and he feels lame a lot less when he walks.

Two more couples entered the cave house in Huazizhuang, and there were many happy events, and children were born one after another. The parents of the newly promoted novice have to come to the owner to choose a name for their child, which is also a nerve-wracking thing. Because it is a child of Huazizhuang, Zhuang Xiaochu made the three words of Huazizhuang as the middle word of the child, the girl chooses the flower or the child, and the boy chooses the village or the child. After the last word of the name, Zhuang Xiaochu thought of a way, he copied a few poems and pasted them in the conference room:

Autumn Dengxuancheng Xie overlooks the north building

The river city is picturesque, and the mountains look at the clear sky. The rain catches the mirror, and the double bridge falls into the rainbow.

The people are cold orange grapefruit, and the autumn color is old sycamore. Who reads the north upstairs, and the wind is full of thanks.

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Blue clouds, yellow leaves, autumn colors. The waves are cold and smoky.

The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky receives water, and the grass is ruthless, and it is outside the slanting sun.

The soul of the dark country, chasing travel thoughts, night and night, good dreams leave people to sleep.

Mingyue Lou is high and recess alone, and the wine is sad and turns into lovesick tears.

Drink alone under the moon

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring.

The little couple who gave birth to a baby looked for it in the poem by themselves, and circled which word they liked. Some are called a certain Zijiang, some are called a certain Zhuangcheng, some are called a certain Huaru, some are called a certain painting, and some are called a certain Zhuangbei...... All of them are good names. If there are orphans who don't know their surnames, they will all take the surname Hua.

When the Spring Festival was approaching, an old man in the village passed away.

The old man, surnamed Liang, came to Huazizhuang in the third year after the establishment of Huazizhuang with a five-year-old grandson. He said that there was no one else in the house, and the house had collapsed, so he had to take his grandson out to beg. After coming to Hanakozhuang, the old man took his grandson to beg on the street during the day, and at night, the little grandson followed the other children in the village to study. Uncle Liang didn't talk much, he was also diligent, and he helped to do any work in the village when he saw it. The people in the village also take good care of him, and they don't have any heavy work to do their shifts.

This summer, the old man was sick, his chest hurt, and when the pain was severe, he fell directly to the ground, motionless, and it took a while to recover. Let the old man rest and recuperate in the village. When the doctor in the village saw it, he shook his head and said that there might be no way to cure it, so he only prescribed some tonic decoction, and it didn't improve after drinking it. The old man was getting thinner and thinner day by day, Zhuang Xiaochu understood that there might be something wrong with the old man's internal organs, but he couldn't do anything about it, so he had to order the people below to start preparing for the future.

The coffin and the shroud were all prepared one by one, and the old man saw it, and was very grateful, with tears in his eyes, and said: "I would like to think that I can only be thrown into the mass grave to be a lonely ghost when I die in this life, but I didn't expect the owner to think of everything for me." Owner, in this life, you are kind to me, and in the next life, I will repay you by being a cow and a horse. The other old people in the village saw it and knew that they would have to die well when they were old, and they were also full of gratitude.

The old man died one night when winter was about to fall, and Zhuang Xiaochu and Xiao Qi both fell asleep. The person who was in the same room with the old man came to report that the old man was dying, so Zhuang Xiaochu and Xiao Qi hurriedly put on their clothes and ran there. The old man's face was flushed, he held on to his breath, saw the owner coming, looked at the owner, pointed to the grandson kneeling in front of the bed, his eyes were full of expectation and reluctance, the owner knew that the old man could not rest assured of his grandson, so he quickly stepped forward to hold the old man's hand and said: "Uncle Liang, don't worry, your grandson will be managed in our village, I will definitely arrange him well, let him grow up healthy and healthy." Uncle Liang heard Zhuang Xiaochu's promise, his eyes closed, his hand slowly hung down weakly, and he went to another world with peace of mind.

Uncle Liang's funeral was held in the village, everyone was like a family, and Uncle Liang died, and everyone was very sad. The funeral is no different from other people's families, stopping the spirit and keeping filial piety, burning paper to remember, and throwing the basin into the burial. Because Uncle Liang's grandson is small, the owner of the village delivered a eulogy on behalf of the filial son and grandson, and at the end of the eulogy, he said sincerely: "Thank you Uncle Liang for his sincere dedication to the village, and may Uncle Liang rest in peace under the nine springs." Uncle Liang was finally buried next to Grandma Huang's grave in the grove.

The groves on both sides of the path, on one side are buried one-eyed beggars, they are the people who want to infringe on Huazizhuang, so they are a pile of loess and barren grass. On this side of the road are the relatives in Hanakozhuang, and they are also the heroes of Hanakozhuang, and they have all made their own efforts for the construction of Hanakozhuang. So they all have coffins and graves. Every Qingming Festival, the owner of the village will also bring the people in the village to pay respects.

In accordance with the old man's wishes, the youngest grandson changed his name to Liang Zhuangfei (formerly known as Liang Feifei), Zhuang Xiaochu and the beggars discussed who would take care of Liang Zhuangfei, after all, a child of a few years old needs someone to take care of him when he dresses and eats. Xiao Qi said: "Let Sister-in-law Ju take care of it, Sister-in-law Ju is more careful, she has no children, just be a companion with her." "Sister-in-law Ju is almost fifty years old, alone, and now she has such an old child, so she is naturally happy. happily led the child to move to a small room in the second hospital. Take good care of yourself.