Chapter 92 - Lost Self-confidence
Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Because they were treating everyone to dinner, one table couldnât fit so many people, so two tables were put together in the central room. However, the central room wasnât big, and with two tables, there was not enough space for the seeds. The seeds that were picked were naturally placed in the corridor outside the central room. After dinner, they would clean up a table and move it in.
Jiang Yue was helping to wash the vegetables while watching Xue Yifu follow Xue Yan into the room to look at the reworked drawing, but her mind was filled with the issue of the rapeseed.
She had also heard the conversation between Xue Erfu and Xue Dafu.
He was being bullied.
In fact, it was the oil mill people who were bullying the whole village.
If it was only once or twice, it might still be acceptable, but every year⦠If it wasnât bullying, what was it? There was only one oil mill in town, so everyone had to sell their seeds to him.
If there was another oil millâ¦
Just as Jiang Yue had this thought, she heard Liu Guixia standing by the stove and sighing. âIf only your cousin had really built up the oil mill last year. Then, the villagers in this town wouldnât have to take the attitude of the people from the oil mill and suffer so much.â
âThatâs right,â Yu Hongyan, who was sitting by the stove with a stick in her hand manning the flames, immediately agreed.
âBut he didnât learn well. He made a lot of things and extracted the oil, but the oil he extracted was of low quality and couldnât be sold at all. He lost a lot of money. Otherwise, his family would have bought a lot of lands last year. I remember hearing his aunt say that he originally planned to buy one or two acres of land last year so that the family could expand. In the end, because the cousin opened this oil mill, the land couldnât be bought. Itâs a good thing that we didnât try something like that.â
This cousin was named Xua Yan, the eldest son of his eldest uncleâs family.
âWhat happened to him after?â Jiang Yue asked.
Perhaps, she could make her eldest cousinâs oil mill open again.
Li Hehua was not surprised by Jiang Yueâs question, so she answered.
âItâs like this. Last year, he was introduced to the oil mill in town to do odd jobs, but he only did it for a few days before he came back. He said that oil extraction was easy. He understood the concept and wanted to open an oil mill too. Heâs very confident.â
Jiang Yue eyes widened in shock.
âThen, my uncle thought that he could do it, so he let him do it. We gave him all our savings and built a big house to be an oil mill. But for some reason, the oil extracted was of poor quality. We farmers couldnât even eat it ourselves. We brought it to town, but we couldnât sell it at all. The oil mill was of no use, so we stopped using it. The uncle even locked the oil mill and stopped people from entering, saying that it would be troublesome to see it.â
Li Hehua brought the washed vegetables to Liu Guixia under the shed and then walked back. While washing other vegetables, she continued to talk to Jiang Yue.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âThe familyâs savings were gone, and the cousin had given up. He wanted to work in the oil mill again. No matter what, he would make more money than farming. But he had already left the oil mill, so obviously they didnât want him back. So, he can only stay at home and continue to plant crops with his dad.â
Jiang Yue understood. It was because of his confidence that caused this trouble.
However, after only doing odd jobs for a few days, he was able to extract oil, although the quality of the oil was not good. It was enough to show that Xua Yan still had some brains.
âSo,â Jiang Yue said, âHis oil mill is still there, and the things inside are still there, but theyâve stopped working?â