The oil mill Wang Wu said was not far from Chang'an, in a small village about a dozen miles outside the city.

Li Chengqian and his entourage rushed to the village in the afternoon when they hurried and roared. The small village, with only a dozen families, is quiet, and most of the villagers are busy working on their own fields.

In an era when there are no chemical fertilizers, no pesticides, and a year's harvest depends on God, farmers have to seize the time to prepare for a good harvest in the fall.

In the willow catkins in the sky, Li Chengqian stood on the wheel and frowned, faintly disappointed in his heart.

"Brother Gao Ming, what's wrong?" Pei Xingjian, who had already jumped out of the car, looked at Li Chengqian and asked.

"Old Five, the oil mill you said won't be for vegetable oil, right?" Li Chengqian stood on the wheel and listened for a long time, but he didn't hear the sound of 'clang' when squeezing oil, and finally couldn't help but wonder in his heart, turned to Wang Wu and asked.

"That's right!" Wang Wu nodded solemnly.

"I'm going to go." A wail came from the bottom of Li Chengqian's heart, what is it that Feng Jing is cold.

The loss on Li Chengqian's face and the despair on his face looked at each other, and finally Pei Xingjian couldn't help but ask, "What is Brother Gao Ming looking for?" ”

"Soybean oil, soybean oil, who of you knows?" Holding the mind of a dead horse as a live horse doctor, Li Chengqian asked with a strong spirit.

Everyone was shaking their heads silently, even the two drivers who were driving the car were shaking their heads, they had only heard of tofu, not soybean oil.

"Young master, what is soybean oil?" The little girl Chunxiao lifted the curtain from the trunk of the car, stuck her head out and asked.

There were too many catkins outside, and the little girl couldn't stand it, so she was left in the car by Li Chengqian.

Taking a deep breath, Li Chengqian sat on the wheel, did not answer Chunxiao, just pressed her face with his small hand, pushed her hard, and pushed her back into the car, with a boring expression on his face, and let out a long sigh.

A few people wandering at the entrance of the village finally attracted the attention of an old man in the village, walked over from a distance, and asked a few people: "The old man's surname is Zheng, isn't there any difficulty with a few distinguished guests?" I wonder if the old man can still help? ”

"Young Master Li, this old man Zheng is the head of the oil mill." Just when Li Chengqian didn't know how to speak, Wang Wu, who was familiar with the situation, introduced Li Chengqian.

Oh? The owner of the oil mill? Li Chengqian's heart moved, looked at the few 'waste snacks' around him, and decided that it would be more practical to have a good chat with the old man.

At that moment, Li Chengqian jumped down from the wheel, saluted Zheng Laohan, and then asked in a harmonious voice: "Uncle Zheng, we are from Chang'an City, my surname is Li, and I want to ask you about something." ”

Although many places in this era of the Tang Dynasty are unsatisfactory, there is at least one thing that Li Chengqian is particularly satisfied with, that is, the simplicity of the villagers in this era.

If their current situation is put into modern times, let alone squatting at the entrance of the village for a while, even if they squat for a day, it is estimated that no one will come to ask, especially the kind that looks like a rich person.

"This little young master is polite. If there is anything, just ask, the little old man still knows some things about the surrounding villages. Although he didn't have a good impression of these rich sons from the city, Zheng Laohan must have opened his door to do business, and he was a little thoughtful.

"Uncle, my affairs are more complicated, why don't you go and sit over there and talk about it." Li Chengqian pointed to a few big stones under the big tree at the entrance of the village and said to Zheng Laohan.

"Uh-huh." Zheng Laohan nodded and agreed, and accompanied Li Chengqian to the bottom of the big tree.

"Uncle, I'm afraid this tree is hundreds of years old, right?" Standing under the willow tree that was about two people hugging together, Li Chengqian looked up and said.

"It's been more than 200 years, and I heard the elders say that it seems to have been planted by General Mulan back then." Zheng Laohan patted the tree, with a hint of melancholy in his tone.

Zheng Laohan's words made Li Chengqian suddenly startled, and asked urgently: "General Mulan?" But what about the General Mulan in "Mulan Ci"? ”

"Exactly." Zheng Laohan nodded, sighed softly, and slowly sat on a big rock, but when he looked up, he was stunned to find that Li Chengqian actually pulled Xue Rengui and Pei Xingjian, who were standing aside, and solemnly performed a Tang standard military salute to the old tree.

"This, this ......." Zheng Laohan was a little overwhelmed by Li Chengqian's actions, and hurriedly stood up from the stone in a panic.

"General Mulan served in the army on behalf of his father for 12 years, read eight battles out of ten, and then sang a triumphant song and returned. Loyalty and filial piety are the models of our generation, and it is not an exaggeration to bow down. After the military salute, Li Chengqian turned his head and said to Xue and Pei, who looked confused.

"Whoa!" Xue and Pei originally looked confused, but when they heard Li Chengqian say that after serving in the army on behalf of their father for 12 years, the general who immediately understood the worship was solemn and bowed again.

After Xue and Pei worshiped again, Li Chengqian turned his head to Zheng Laohan with a smile and said, "I'm afraid that the old man has something to do with General Mulan, right?" ”

The reason why Li Chengqian has always been called General Mulan is that he can't tell what Mulan's surname is, and the records of later generations are also unclear, and there are all kinds of things to say, but there is a well-documented saying that it is surnamed Wei, and as for saying that the surname is Hua, it is pure.

So in order not to make jokes, Li Chengqian still decided to call General Mulan.

Zheng Laohan nodded silently, and then said, "The ancestor is the general's adjutant general. ”

Li Chengqian didn't say anything more, but he made up his mind in his heart that he would definitely make a suggestion to his father after he went back and chase Mulan.

With a decision in his heart, Li Chengqian saluted the old man again, and said: "I really don't know that the old man is also loyal and good, and he was rude just now." ”

"Don't be like this, don't be like this, the old man can't deserve it." Zheng Laohan was panicked by Li Chengqian's sudden salute, rubbing his calloused hands, and he didn't help him, and he didn't help him.

After a salute, Li Chengqian straightened up and said to Zheng Laohan: "Uncle Mo should be polite, the kid still has some things to ask the uncle." “

"Oh, yes, yes, I don't know what the little boy has to do, if the old man knows, he must know everything, and he will say everything." After Li Chengqian mentioned it, Zheng Laohan remembered that this group of people did not come to worship the tree.

"Does the old man know about soybean oil?" Pulling Zheng Laohan's sleeves, several people sat on the boulder under the tree, and Li Chengqian asked slowly.

"Soybean oil?"

As Li Chengqian expected, Zheng Laohan's eyes also showed the same confused look as Wang Wu and the others, and after thinking for a long time, he shook his head and said: "I haven't heard of it, I don't know where the little boy heard it?" ”

Where did you hear it? Lao Tzu heard it more than 1,300 years later, is it useful to tell you turtles? In this world where in addition to vegetable oil is mutton fat, Li Chengqian really doesn't know what else to do except complain.