Lu Miao didn't pay attention to those two people.
She held her knees with both hands and bent down to look at the cake residue.
The attitude of the two people was vague, and Lu Miao was a little unsure whether she really didn't want the oil cake dregs or not.
She hesitated just as Chen Guifen came out to look for her.
“Ouch, what are you doing there?”
Lu Miao quickly straightened up, pointed at a small pile of oil cake dregs and said:
"Auntie, is there any use in this brigade? If not, can we take it back?"
That's the oil cake dregs. After the rapeseed oil is ground into powder, it is repeatedly beaten with hundreds of pounds of gravity to completely remove the residue left by the oil.
Of course it’s of no use if you can’t grind it out to produce oil.
“It’s useless. In the past, when the brigade finished frying the oil, they would just find a place to dump it.”
Chen Guifen answered truthfully, then asked blankly:
"What do you want for this? What do you get back?"
Lu Miao approached Chen Guifen and whispered a few words in her ear.
Chen Guifen listened carefully, and then her eyes gradually widened, "Then I'll talk to your uncle!"
Lu Miao nodded immediately.
Don't blame her for being careful.
Resources are scarce, so she can only give priority to her own people for good things.
He Hongjin came over soon, and Fu Jingyou came with him.
Different from wearing a thin coat just now, Fu Jingyou was also shirtless now and was handing a pile of clothes to Lu Miao.
Lu Miao clicked her tongue and cooed:
"Were you also called to squeeze oil?"
Fu Jingyou nodded.
He Hongjin pointed to the oil cake residue and asked:
“This can also be composted?”
Lu Miao nodded truthfully, “Yes, the oil cake is a solid material, and the compost is Better.”
Thinking about it, Lu Miao asked again:
"After the brigade has finished grinding the tofu, is there no one who wants the dregs? If no one wants it, let's get it back too!"
He Hongjin scratched With a black face, he asked suspiciously: "That one can also be composted?"
Lu Miao nodded as he pecked at the rice.
He Hongjin thought for a while and asked tentatively:
"Are bran and rice husks also useful?"
Lu Miao's eyes lit up for a second, and he nodded smartly:
"It is useful, but uncle... things like bran are not meant to be fed. Livestock? Can we get it?"
He Hongjin waved his hand, "We can't get chaff, but there are a lot of rice husks."
There are shelling machines in the brigade, and there are several production teams it belongs to, and there are also those brigade without shelling machines. Whenever there is grain to be shelled, people come here.
He Hongjin had a rough idea, and said with a twinkle in his eye: "I know about this, I'll do it!"
He left after saying that.
He Hongjin is the captain of the production team after all, and he takes action, one against the other.
Lu Miao felt that this matter was 100% certain, so he pushed towards the room where Fu Jingyou knew how to press oil, "You can go in too, it's freezing outside!"
Fried cake dregs and bean dregs both contain oil. Materials with extremely high nitrogen content are rich in scale organic matter.
Unlike other organic fertilizers that are piled up, conventional organic fertilizers have insufficient staying power.
Oil cake dregs and bean dregs themselves contain rich organic matter. Once composted successfully, it is an excellent and solid fertilizer whether used as base fertilizer or top dressing.
Of course, this is nitrogen material. It would be better if He Hongjin could also get rice husks, ready-made matching carbon material.
All you need to do is match the proportions when you go back, and you don’t have to work hard to collect other things.
Lu Miao thought happily.
By noon, I finally finished grinding He’s tofu. Lu Miao finally drank the long-awaited bean curd.
The taste is pure enough and rich enough, but there is no sugar. Lu Miao couldn't drink it after two sips.
When it comes to waste, it is impossible to give Chen Guifen and He Hongjin anything stained with her saliva.
She stood at the door of the oil extraction room and called Fu Jingyou.
There was a commotion in the oil-pressing room, but Fu Jingyou didn't hear it, but the uncle who was lighting the fire at the door heard it and shouted for Lu Miao with a loud voice:
"Fu Jingyou, which one is called Fu Jingyou? Is it your wife or your sister?" Here!”
Many people looked outside.
Lu Miao puffed her lips and felt a little embarrassed.
Fu Jingyou came out soon.
With his back to everyone in the door, he used the cover of his body to squeeze Lu Miao's hand. He felt warm and then felt at ease.
It’s so cold, I really don’t want her to go out and get cold, but the little girl insists on coming.
Fu Jingyou sighed slightly: "What's wrong?"
Lu Miao handed him the bowl of tofu pudding coquettishly.
“Have you drank?”
Lu Miao nodded and said truthfully: "It doesn't taste good without sugar."
Fu Jingyou laughed hoarsely, understanding everything.
He took the small bowl, raised his neck and twitched his Adam's apple, finished the bowl of tofu pudding in two or three gulps, and handed the bowl back to Lu Miao.
“If it’s cold, put on some clothes first.”
“I know, let’s go in quickly!”
"Yeah."
Looking back at the situation in the oil extraction room, Fu Jingyou smiled and squeezed Lu Miao's hand before leaving before entering the room.
Fu Jingyou and He Hongjin were helping in the oil pressing room. Lu Miao and Chen Guifen returned first in the afternoon.
Lu Miao helped Chen Guifen carry the tofu together, walked from the brigade to the small road, and then turned up the mountain road, which had to climb a while.
She is young and has good legs and feet, so she can walk up and down with no problem.
Chen Guifen was in her forties, which was not considered old, but the mud was slippery and she was a little hesitant.
It might be okay if she just walks well. The more she is afraid of falling, the more she will fall. Lu Miao and Lu Miao fell down together, and two pieces of tofu in the small bucket also fell out and were stained. mud.
"Auntie, are you okay? You didn't fall anywhere, did you?"
Lu Miao was startled and didn't care about picking up the tofu, so she hurried up to help Chen Guifen.
“Haha, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
Chen Guifen waved her hand, took Lu Miao's hand, and climbed up with her knees on the ground, "It's you."
She arched her waist and touched Lu Miao's pants, "It will stain your clothes and make them wet." It's so big, isn't it cold? Let's go home quickly."
Lu Miao said "It's okay" and picked up the tofu together with Chen Guifen.
At the production team, Chen Guifen packed some pieces of tofu for Lu Miao.
Asking Lu Miao to take her home and change clothes first, Chen Guifen said that after finishing some trivial matters at home, she would go to her place to tidy up and wash clothes.
Lu Miao repeatedly waved her hand and refused.
"Auntie, just cook at home. The damper of the stove is always open at home. The hot water is ready. I can just wash it myself."
Before Chen Guifen could say more, Lu Miao " "Clatter" and ran away.
The weather is getting colder. Except when cooking, the stove is usually placed in the room.
As Lu Miao said, the hot water on the stove is indeed ready.
The stove damper is opened small and the water temperature is just right.
She drank some wine to warm her belly, then changed out of her wet pants and took a basin to soak her feet.
The boots Chen Guifen made for her were filled with plenty of cotton. They were usually very warm to wear, but after walking outside early today, the boots were already wet.
My feet were cold and had white marks on them.
The hot water foot bath was obviously so comfortable that it made the pores all over the body open, but Lu Miao couldn't stop shivering.