Xue Darong's oil mill was no longer in the house behind his house. Instead, it moved to a new location. It was next to the village, not far from the main road. Several houses and a large courtyard were built as an oil mill. Nearly 20 people were hired to work here to help with the oil extraction. Xue Dahua and his son, Xue Ju, were also working here.
At this moment, peanut oil was being squeezed in the workshop.
They were all newly harvested peanuts this year.
"Dahua! Dahua!" Suddenly, Xue Dafu's urgent voice sounded.
Xue Dahua recognized Dafu's voice. Normally, if Dafu called out to him, he would be able to answer or reject him. It was not difficult for him. But now, he felt that Dafu's voice was very anxious as if there was an urgent matter. Even though he was a little troubled, he felt that he had not talked to him for so many years. Even if he met him on the road, he would not talk. However, he still came out to see what was going on.
