บท 97: Chapter 93: A Year's Harvest

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As they passed by the brigade again on their way back, Shen Yunfang asked Uncle Yougen to wait, and she and Jianjun's wife got off the horse-drawn carriage and went to the oil mill. One person carried a bucket of soy oil, and the other one shouldered a sack of soy cake as they made their return.

"Goodness, you've pressed so much oil, it should be enough for a year," someone said enviously.

In the city, a worker only received two liang of soy oil per month, so Shen Yunfang's nearly forty jin of soy oil naturally aroused envy.

Shen Yunfang didn't think the oil would be enough for a year, but she couldn't say that out loud. "Auntie, doesn't your family also have a lot of soybeans? You could press some, too."

Each person received thirty jin of soybeans. If a family had four adults, they would have around a hundred and twenty jin of soybeans per year, which should be more than enough for pressing oil.