Xue Erfu said, "Yue Bao, although you are young, Second Brother knows you are smart. But we really can't joke about this. If we don't sell today, we will offend the oil mill in town. Not to mention the future, if the oil mill at Eldest Uncle's house can't produce good oil, we will have to let the rapeseed actually get moldy at home, because the town's oil mill won't want it anymore. Are you really sure it can be pressed?"
"Mhm," Jiang Yue nodded.
Xue Erfu almost believed her.
Dafu was still hesitating, wanting to believe, but also not daring to, afraid of this and that.
Xue Yan said, "Dad, you should trust Yue Bao."
"Yeah, Dad," Xue Erfu also chimed in, "Xue Yan never speaks without thinking, and Yue Bao has been with us for a while now. Don't we know her? She's not someone who would talk nonsense. Since both Xue Yan and Yue Bao have said so, it must be possible to press good oil out."
It was a reassurance pill.
