Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 690 690. Knock moxa

  Guo Dong was looking forward to it in her heart—she was amazed at the medicinal effect of the golden cherry seed every time she combined the medicine.

   Now I am also looking forward to this wormwood.

  If not, she has practiced medicine for many years, and it’s not like she doesn’t know the kind of old-fashioned moxa. Why would she want to try new moxa this time?

  No, when Lao Song’s family was about to put away the wormwood in the evening, Guo Dong also came over. At the same time, he asked Song Sancheng who was working:

  Uncle, if you are free, can you help me chop a thinner bamboo? "

  She gestured: "—It's just this wide, I only need one section, and it will be used to fill Ai Zhu tomorrow."

  The stuffed machines in other people’s factories can make them quickly and neatly, but their quantities are small, so they can do what they can.

  The sun had already set, and it was just a matter of chopping bamboo, which was not difficult at all.

  Song Sancheng immediately dropped the rake in his hand, turned around and went into the house to get the machete: "Okay, how thick do you want, come with me to have a look."

   And this boss, Song Tan also humbly asked for advice:

   "Doctor Guo, look, is it okay to get exposed to this degree?"

  If it is around the Dragon Boat Festival, the wormwood must be dried for at least two days.

  But in this weather, I cut it back yesterday and spread it out to dry overnight, and spread it out to dry early in the morning. After such a day and night, the leaves are almost brittle to the touch.

  Guo Dong was very satisfied, and stretched out his hand to smell the strong lingering fragrance left after pinching the wormwood just now:

   "Basically it works. But tonight there is definitely no time to rub moxa. If you have time, you can scrape off all the leaves first."

  Zhang Yanping leaned over and took a look:

   "Do you want to stroke the leaves? Then why do you stroke the leaves when they are not in the sun?"

   Isn't that faster?

   "Or just pick the leaves...won't it work?"

  The roots of wormwood are straight, and the stems are not the usual cylindrical shape of plants, but have some edges and corners. Putting on gloves and stroked one pole after another in the wormwood field, the efficiency is not much worse than this, right?

   "That can't be exposed!"

  Ulan really hates iron but not steel.

  Can her nephew find a partner in this life?

   She is quite shrewd at ordinary times, why doesn't she act nicely in front of Dr. Guo? The leaves have been brushed down ahead of time, and now the wind is so strong, how are you going to dry them?

   What's more, the temperature is so high, without the moisture in the pole as a buffer, when the time comes, the leaves will be scorched if you don't pay attention to the sun, and they will be dry and broken when you press them with your hands—how can you beat moxa?

  Zhang Yanping felt wronged.

  He always felt that this time back, his aunt was not as kind and patient with him as before.

   Why?

   Is there such a big difference between a nephew who has a partner and a nephew who does not?

  …

  Song Sancheng came in with a piece of emerald green bamboo, and with three strokes of the machete, he chopped off all the twigs and forks.

   Then according to Guo Dong’s request, I selected two sections, one thick and one thin, and tried to fit the thin section into the thick section—

   Just right! Perfect fit!

  He looked at it with satisfaction, and still muttered: "It's quite troublesome to make Ai Zhu by yourself..."

   At the same time, he said: "Tan Tan, when this winter or next spring begins, why don't you plan more bamboo shoots? The bamboo grows too densely, and it's full of thin bamboo shoots. If it's crowded, it won't grow big at all."

  Actually, quite a few have been sold this spring. However, the bamboo forest is close to home, so there is always some preferential treatment...

  Song Tan nodded: "OK."

   "However, there are fewer selling points this year. Seventh Cousin said more pickled sour bamboo shoots and sun-dried bamboo shoots."

   "It's fine." Song Sancheng didn't care about that. Anyway, he has been farming and planting all his life, so he didn't care about it from planting to harvesting? It's not as much money as it is now!

   It can be seen that some things have to be handed over to young people.

  …

  Early the next morning, Ulan had just finished her breakfast and cleared the yard when she saw several men and women from the village who had no work for the time being come to her house.

  She wondered: "Why are you here?"

  I saw Zhang Hong, who was the leader, laughed:

   "Your family's mugwort, I'm afraid everyone in our village will get a little bit of light... It's useless to cut the mugwort, and if you don't come to help with the moxa, it's shameless!"

   It's not that they are lazy and don't cut it by themselves. In fact, before the Dragon Boat Festival, some people have already cut off the fragments of wormwood and sold them.

  Although there are many mountains here, there may be places where wormwood grows, but there are really not many places in this season.

   It happens to be in the Songtan field, and everything grows green—but then again, tens of millions are invested in it, and the professor still goes up and down the mountain every day to give guidance, so it’s no wonder it’s not good!

  No, I saw them going up the mountain again early in the morning.

  Ulan laughed:

   "Look at what you said, why didn't you help me when I dug the tea mountain?"

   "Can it be the same?" Everyone chatted, and the atmosphere was very casual: "Digging tea mountains is hard work, and it's hard work. I really can't bear it today."

   But rubbing moxa, even if many of them can't, it sounds simple.

  At this moment, I saw Ulan re-pile the wormwood collected last night in the yard, and everyone followed her example, moved a bench and sat next to the big dustpan.

  Song Tan went into the warehouse and found a pile of gloves: "Auntie, put on your gloves, and you have to scrape off the leaves first, so don't scratch your hands."

   "Hey, look at Tan Tan who is white and tender, how do you know we are calloused and old skinned?"

  Jokes were being said in their mouths, but everyone didn't refuse. While wearing gloves, they pinched the sun-dried wormwood at the top, and [hiss] stroke it down!

  The dry leaves fell into the dustpan with thin stems and veins, and the bare and straight stems were placed aside, and a strong fragrance of wormwood was released in an instant——

  It smells so good!

   Coincidentally, Master Qian, who came down from the mountain, smelled this fragrance, and could not help exhorting:

   "Don't throw away the pole, wait until autumn, and make a mugwort to eat!"

   This is something I have never eaten before, Song Tan immediately responded! On one side, Jojo was also arranged:

   "Jojo, tie up the little bundles later!"

   Seeing that Qiao Qiao agreed, she didn't stay idle, and moved a smaller bench.

   In front of him was a thick plastic sheet, and in his hand was an old mallet that he dug out from his grandpa’s house last night, and was laughed at by his grandma—

   "When I was young, I used this mallet to beat clothes. It's good for you. I don't know how many years I have used the washing machine, and I am doing this job again."

  Song Tan giggled:

   "Grandma, don't laugh! I beat out the moxa back here, and I must ask Dr. Guo to help moxibustion your old cold legs."

  People of their generation planted rice seedlings when they were young, and the damp and cold were really heavy. Now that I am older, don't look silent, in fact, the joints seem to be rusted when walking, and I have suffered a lot.

   These words moved grandma so much:

   "You have small arms and legs, how can you be strong? I'll help you beat it!"

  While speaking, she selectively forgot Song Tan's inadvertent great strength.

   Many local methods in rural areas are sometimes not so particular. Like the moxa velvet described in this chapter, many people rub it twice with their hands, and even the pole is rolled into a roll.

   Everyone can just read the story—in fact, no one in the rural areas beats Ai by themselves now.

Good night!

  (end of this chapter)