The oil mill that Wang Wu mentioned is not far from Chang'an, just in a small village about ten miles outside the city.

Li Chengqian and his group rushed to the village in the afternoon. The small village with only a dozen families was very quiet, and most of the villagers were busy on their own fields.

In this era when there are no fertilizers, no pesticides, and the harvest of a year depends entirely on God, farmers have to seize the time and work hard to prepare for a good harvest in autumn.

Among the willow catkins in the sky, Li Chengqian stood on the shaft of the car and frowned, feeling a little disappointed.

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

"Lao Wu, the oil mill you are talking about is not a vegetable oil, right?" Li Chengqian stood on the shaft of the car and listened for a long time, but he could not hear the "bang bang" sound when pressing oil. Finally, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart and turned to Wang Wu and asked.

"Yes!" Wang Wu nodded solemnly.

"I'll go." A wail came from Li Chengqian's heart. Is Feng Jing the fucking thing?

The loss and despair on Li Chengqian's face looked at each other, and finally Pei Xingjian couldn't help asking, "What are Brother Gao Ming looking for?"

"Soybean oil, soybean oil, who do you know?" Li Chengqian asked with a thought of treating the dead horse as a living horse.

Everyone was shaking their heads silently, and even the two drivers who were driving the car were shaking their heads. They had only heard of tofu, but never soybean oil.

"Young Master, what is soybean oil?" asked the little girl Chunxiao, lifting the curtain from the car box and sticking her head out.

There were too many catkins outside, and the little girl couldn't stand it, so she was left in the car by Li Chengqian. At this time, when Li Chengqian talked about soybean oil, she couldn't help but look out curiously and asked.

Taking a deep breath, Li Chengqian sat on the shaft of the car without answering Chun Xiao. He just pressed his little hand on her face and pushed her back into the car with a boring expression on his face, and sighed a long time ago.

The few people who were wandering at the entrance of the village finally attracted the attention of an old man in the village. They walked over from afar and asked the people: "The old man's surname is Zheng. Are there any difficulties for the 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 to Li Chengqian.

Oh? The head of the oil shop? Li Chengqian's heart moved. He looked at the "waste snacks" around him, and decided to have a good chat with the old man.

At that moment, Li Chengqian jumped off the shaft of the car, saluted Old Man Zheng, and then asked in a harmonious voice: "Old Zheng, we are from Chang'an City. My surname is Li, I want to ask you about something."

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

If they were in this situation in modern times, let alone squatting at the entrance of the village for a while, they would probably not be able to come and ask, especially those who look like rich people.

"You are polite, this young master. If you have any questions, please ask. The old man still knows a little about the surrounding villages." Although he has no good feelings for these rich young men from the city, Old Man Zheng has opened his door to do business and is a bit full of thought.

"Old man, my affairs are quite complicated. Why not sit there and talk." Li Chengqian pointed to several big rocks under the big tree at the entrance of the village and said to Old Man Zheng.

"Yes, okay." Old Man Zheng nodded and agreed, and accompanied Li Chengqian to the bottom of the big tree.

"Old man, this tree is probably hundreds of years old, right?" Li Chengqian looked up and said, standing under the willow tree that was about to be hugged by the two of them.

"It's been more than two hundred years. I heard from the older generation that it seems to be the one who was born by General Mulan back then." Old Man Zheng patted the tree lightly, with a hint of melancholy in his tone.

Mr. Zheng's words shocked Li Chengqian and asked anxiously: "General Mulan? But General Mulan is praised in "Mulan's Word"?"

"That's right." Old Man Zheng nodded, sighed softly, and slowly sat on a big rock. He looked up but was surprised to find that Li Chengqian had pulled over and stood beside him, and gave a standard military salute to Lao Shu solemnly.

"This, this..." Old Man Zheng was a little at a loss when Li Chengqian's actions, and in a panic, he quickly stood up from the stone.

"General Mulan served in the army for twelve years on behalf of his father. He read eighteen battles, and then returned with a sing of triumphant songs. Loyalty and filial piety are our models. It is not an exaggeration to pay a visit to him." After the military salute, Li Chengqian turned his head and said to Xue and Pei, who were confused.

"Here!" Xue and Pei were originally confused. After hearing Li Chengqian say that he had served in the army for twelve years, the general who immediately understood that he worshipped again and bowed again.

After Xue and Pei relied on each other, Li Chengqian smiled and turned his head to Old Man Zheng and said, "I'm afraid I have something to do with General Mulan?"

The reason why Li Chengqian has always called General Mulan was that he couldn't tell what Mulan's surname was. The records of later generations were unclear and they all said everything, but one that is well-documented is that his surname is Wei, and as for the surname Hua, it is purely nonsense.

So in order not to make a joke, Li Chengqian decided to call General Mulan.

Old Man Zheng nodded silently and then said, "The ancestor is the general's deputy general."

Li Chengqian didn't say anything else, but made up his mind that he would make suggestions with his father after he went back and chased Mulan.

With a determined idea in his mind, Li Chengqian bowed to the old man again and said, "I really don't know that the old man is also a loyal and kind-hearted man, and he was just wise and rude."

"Don't do this, don't do this, old man can't be called an old man." Old man Zheng was panicked by Li Chengqian's sudden tribute, rubbed his calloused hands, and was not to support him, nor was he not to support him.

After a gift, Li Chengqian stood up and said to Old Man Zheng: "Don't be polite, you have something to ask Old Man."

"Oh, yes, yes, I don't know what the young master has to do. If the old man knows, he will definitely speak out and say everything." After Li Chengqian mentioned it, Old Man Zheng remembered that this group of people were not here to worship the tree.

"Does the old man know about soybean oil?" Li Chengqian asked slowly with the pulling Old Man Zheng's sleeve and pulling the few people on the big rock under the tree.

“Soybean oil?”

As expected by Li Chengqian, the old man Zheng also showed a confused look like Wang Wu and others. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it, I wonder where the young master heard it?"

Where can I hear it? I heard it more than 1,300 years later. Is it useful to tell you, the country bumpkins? In this world where there are vegetable oil and sheep oil, Li Chengqian really doesn’t know what else can be done except complaining.

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