In addition to the steel rollers, Qin Hao also needs some other accessories to make a driving device. It is actually very simple. He just uses gears and turntables to make a purely mechanical power module.
In order to save costs, Qin Hao did not buy new ones directly. Instead, he inquired about the waste recycling station in the county and went there to exchange them.
At first, the people at the scrap recycling depot ignored Qin Hao, so Qin Hao had no choice but to go back to his old business and use the scrap furniture in the scrap recycling depot to piece together several pieces of furniture.
"Oh, I didn't realize it. Comrade Xiao Qin's craftsmanship is really good." After seeing the finished product, Station Manager Niu of the waste recycling station immediately changed his attitude.
"Ahem, that's it. Can Comrade Xiao Qin make a sofa?" Stationmaster Niu invited Qin Hao to the office and served him tea politely.
Qin Hao took it, pretended to take a sip, and said without humility: "Sofas are my specialty. I learned the best from my master, and what I have done the most is sofas."
"Oh, that's great." Stationmaster Niu almost burst into laughter when he heard this.
"Comrade Xiao Qin is like this, my nephew is planning to get married..."
Qin Hao showed a troubled expression: "But I haven't completed the tasks assigned to me by the village. I'm afraid I don't have time..."
"Hey, what did I think it was? It's just some scrap metal. Comrade Xiao Qin can use as much as he needs." Stationmaster Niu waved his hand.
"That's so embarrassing... Do you just want the sofa? Or do you want all thirty-six legs?"
"Look, as expected of an expert, he has thirty-six legs."
"The materials should be obtained locally from the scrap collection station?"
"That's not possible. That's my nephew. You tell me the number of materials and I'll get new ones for you."
The two parties reached a friendly and pleasant cooperation. In this way, Qin Hao worked at the scrap collection station for two days and gave Station Manager Niu a set of thirty-six legs. Station Manager Niu was quite satisfied after seeing the real thing.
He took any scrap parts and gave Qin Hao five kilograms of flour and two kilograms of meat stamps.
"Comrade Xiao Qin, if you have any difficulties in the future, just come to me." Stationmaster Niu took a fancy to Qin Hao's craftsmanship. Maybe it will be useful in the future. What if someone in the leader's family wants to get married one day?
"sure."
Qin Hao is also very satisfied with this harvest. This scrap collection station is full of treasures. If we build a good relationship, they will definitely be useful in the future.
After returning home with a full load of loot, the driver asked curiously along the way: "What did you do with such a pile of junk? It's so heavy."
"This is not a bad thing. Whether our village can live a good life in the future depends entirely on it!" Qin Hao patted the two steel rollers, looked at the clouds on the horizon dyed red by the sunset, and said with emotion.
Back in Yangshu Village, Qin Hao gave some candies to the children watching the fun in the village, and some of them went to the small courtyard for educated youth to ask for help.
Not long after, Ning Yu and the others returned to the small courtyard for educated youths carrying a car full of belongings. After this period of farming, the physical fitness of the educated youths was much better than before. They were all covered with tendons.
"Brother Hao, what are these things? Can you squeeze out oil with them?" Zhong Ling, the youngest female educated youth, looked at the worn parts here and asked curiously.
Qin Hao smiled: "Don't look at these things. They are rusty and don't look very good. As long as they are polished, they will be no different from new ones. They will be fine for ten years."
As he said that, Qin Hao took out the five kilograms of flour and the two kilograms of pork he bought with meat stamps from the county: "Let's eat dumplings today. Who can go to the fields to get some leeks?"
"I'm going, I'm going!"
As soon as they heard that there were dumplings to eat, the educated youths immediately rushed to work.
Soon, the aroma of dumplings wafted from the kitchen. Each person had a bowl of dumplings. Although they were only half full, the aroma of the pork was memorable, and the satisfying feeling of happiness made people couldn't help but squint their eyes.
Not a drop of the pot dumpling soup was left.
When Qin Hao saw this, he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "In the future, with this thing, we won't have to worry about running out of oil and water in our stomachs!"
After hearing this, everyone showed happy expressions, even Qin Ling, who had always been relatively calm.
Late at night, in a sunken field in the back mountain, Qin Ling was biting his lower lip with a blushing face. He seemed to have no bones, lying on Qin Hao's body, his heavy breathing flickering in and out with the fireflies at night.
"I haven't seen you for two days. It's better than last time." Qin Hao said jokingly.
Qin Ling gave Qin Hao a weak look. Not only did he not resist, but he straightened his upper body in response.
"Before you went to the countryside, did you also..."
Qin Ling pursed his lips and asked quietly.
Qin Hao was stunned for a moment: "How is that possible? How could you have such an idea?"
Qin Ling put his hand on Qin Hao's chest and stared at Qin Hao suspiciously: "Then why do you know so many tricks? You make my bones weak."
Qin Hao was very happy. He co-authored the book because of this. He would tell Qin Ling that in the future there will be a group of teachers with "both virtue and skill" who will use their lifelong learning to teach the male compatriots with eloquent words and emotions?
"These are all learned in books."
Qin Ling obviously didn't believe it: "Bah, there will be such vile things written in that book."
"**Plum Blossoms, Biography of the Madam, Flower Appreciation Treasure Book..."
Before Qin Hao could finish speaking, Qin Ling spat: "Okay, you actually saw so many 'Uncles'."
Qin Hao argued seriously: "These are precious historical documents, which can provide a good understanding of ancient customs and customs. Don't look at the treasures left to us by the ancients with colored eyes."
"Pfft." Qin Ling couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You, you can say that you are alive with this mouth."
Qin Hao leaned into her ear and exhaled: "Have a rest?"
"You...don't..."
Thousands of trees tower into the sky, and thousands of mountains ring with the sound of Du Juan.
It rains all night in the mountains, and there are hundreds of springs under the trees...
After a speechless night, Qin Hao began to re-polishing, oiling, and painting the used parts. Each of the parts that were originally out of shape soon looked brand new.
Since the cultivated land was still being fertilized, Ning Yu and the others no longer had to work in the fields, so they stayed behind to help Qin Hao. After two days of work, a simple screw press was built.
The top is a wooden funnel, specially used for filling. Below the funnel is a steel roller. The two steel rollers go up and down, leaving only a small gap in the middle. Next, there is an iron sheet similar to the shape of a kitchen sink.
There is a hole, which is where the oil is collected.
On the far left is Qin Hao's drive device made of gears. It has a handle that can be shaken manually, or it can be connected to a device similar to a graphite turntable and let the donkey pull the drive.
Qin Hao sighed after finishing the debugging, and Ning Yu asked curiously: "What's wrong, Brother Hao? Isn't this thing working?"
"It's not that it's not done, it's just that it's not perfect yet. We will have to filter it, and then boil it to evaporate the water inside to get the soybean oil. The oil yield rate is still a little low." Qin Hao shook his head.
Zhong Ling smiled and joked: "You see, Brother Qin is a perfectionist again. It's amazing that our small mountain village can squeeze out oil. Many towns can't do it."
Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard this, and Qin Hao could only shake his head. This kind of machinery will definitely be eliminated in the future. The cost is too high. This means that we are in the era of planned economy and supply exceeds demand, so we can ignore the cost.
Ning Yu volunteered and raised his hand: "Brother Hao, we have nothing to do when we are idle. Don't borrow any donkeys. Let's just take turns shaking them first."
Qin Hao thought about it. It was not a problem to leave them idle all the time: "Okay, let's be alone for fifteen minutes."
During the two days that Qin Hao was assembling the oil press, the soybeans had been soaked in warm water and crushed into balls using stone troughs. Now they only need to be put into the press and crushed by the rollers.
Oily.
"I'll fill it." Zhong Ling volunteered and picked up the cooking spoon and started filling the funnel.
At this time, the villagers who came to watch were already crowded in the small courtyard, as if they were going to a market.
As the crushed soybean raw materials are repeatedly crushed by two steel rollers, drops of yellow liquid slowly flow into the pool below, gather bit by bit, and then flow to the gap, where they are caught by the rubber barrel below.
The ticking sound was like the beating of musical notes in the ears of the educated youth, and their faces were all flushed with excitement. In this era, there is nothing more pleasing to the eye than the joy of a good harvest.
"Hurry up, Ning Yu, have you not eaten yet? If not, let me do it!" An educated youth said eagerly when he saw that there was not much oil produced.
Ning Yu glared at him: "Nonsense, you haven't eaten yet, I have enough strength."
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Qin Hao quickly stopped their quarrel: "Stop for a moment. The distance may be too large. I'll just adjust it."
As he spoke, he fiddled again. This time, Ning Yu found it more difficult to shake than before, but the oil yield rate was also significantly improved. Soon, a layer of grease appeared on the surface of the iron pool under the roller, as if
It keeps dripping like honey.
A strong smell filled the courtyard of the educated youth. To be honest, the smell was not good, and it was even a little fishy. However, no one here disliked it. Everyone seemed to have seen a miracle, watching this magical scene in front of them.
.
"Oil is coming out, a lot of oil is coming out."
"This oil smells so good. It should be delicious when used for cooking, right?"
Unknowingly, the onlookers' mouths were watering. No one has oil or water in their stomachs these days, but all oil is very precious. If you can have a small bottle of oil at home, it will definitely be like a treasure. It is only available during the holidays.
It is only used to entertain distinguished guests. On weekdays, when cooking, I sprinkle a few drops on it, but only in my mouth.
At this time, there were already several centimeters of grease in the red plastic bucket, and many villagers stared at it with red eyes.
The educated youths are even more energetic. These are the fruits of their hard work for many months. They reclaim wasteland, sow seeds, weed, pick manure and fertilize, remove insects, and harvest. I don’t know how much sweat they have shed. The marks on their shoulders are like
The calluses on my palms paid off at this moment.
It was originally agreed that the rotation would take fifteen minutes, but Ning Yu persisted for twenty minutes before being replaced. It was not that he had lost his energy, but that others were impatient to wait and wanted to enjoy the joy of this harvest.
By noon, the bucket of oil was full, and everyone quickly replaced it with a new one. Looking at the bucket full of oil, everyone subconsciously licked their lips.
The oil extraction continued like this for a whole week. At first, the educated youths enthusiastically insisted on shaking it by themselves. But later, they were so tired that they borrowed an old donkey from the village.
Of course, Qin Hao did not treat it badly. The residue left by soybean oil extraction was definitely the best feed for the donkey. In just a few days, the old donkey was obviously much smoother than before.
Many people in the village are thinking about using these soybean residues, but they are not for livestock to eat, but for people to eat. Even though it is just leftover residues, due to the backward pressing equipment, there is still a lot of oil that has not been processed.
Squeeze it out, get some flour from this thing, mix it and use it to paste the cakes, the taste is so fragrant.
Originally, the educated youths were unwilling to give the money to the villagers, but in the end Qin Hao finally agreed and gave each family a few pounds.
After all, it's summer, and this thing will go bad easily if it's kept piled up. I can't eat that much myself, so I might as well use it as a favor.
"Oh, these young educated youths are so nice. They even gave my family something."
"These young people are very reasonable. They gave me several kilograms of bean dregs, and I gave them a few eggs and returned them to me."
The villagers' impression of educated youths like Qin Hao has become a little better. Some people may have been jealous before, but now they have taken advantage of it, and no one will gossip anymore. If they encounter someone who is weird, everyone in the village will poke him in the spine.
bone.
3017 kilograms of soybeans, excluding the 500 kilograms left for my own consumption, the rest were all squeezed into soybean oil, and finally I got 340 kilograms of soybean oil.
According to the market price, this batch of soybean oil is 80 cents per catty, but Qin Hao’s batch of soybean oil does not require oil stamps. It was sold out at 1.2 yuan per catty at the market and was quickly sold out.
408 yuan may not seem like much, but in fact, in the rural areas of the 1960s, it was already a huge sum of money that could be used to do many things.
Of course, to Qin Hao, this was just a small amount of money. While other educated youths were still discussing how to spend the money, Qin Hao stunned everyone with one sentence.
"Why don't we use this money to buy soybeans and then squeeze the oil and sell it?"
However, everyone did not agree with Qin Hao's proposal as usual, but started talking about it.
"I'm afraid that's not possible, right? We are not qualified to purchase soybeans. What if we are labeled as speculators?"
"Yes, we are not a state-owned factory, and no one is willing to sell soybeans to us, right?"
Qin Hao also fell into deep thought. This is indeed a problem and it is difficult to solve. Even if the county leader wants to create political achievements, he must be wary of policy risks and cannot give him a green light.
"It is certainly difficult to acquire from outside, but what if we acquire from educated youth?"
Everyone was stunned by Qin Hao's bold idea.
"But apart from us, there are no educated youths growing soybeans."
