Song Tan Jishi

   "I can't guarantee that."

  Guo Dong told the truth: "This is moxibustion and not taking elixir. How can you achieve whatever effect you want? It depends mainly on yourself."

  She said it quite bluntly: "Look at you, you have been motionless, and your limbs are gradually weakening. The spleen governs the limbs, and it must not be well-organized."

   "Moxibustion makes you feel a little angry, but you have to move anyway! You can do your homework if you have nothing to do, feed the pigs, feed the dogs... I don't believe it, you haven't exercised all day long?"

  Zhang Yanping: ...is it wrong to be lazy?

  The maximum amount of exercise he has done in the past few days is going up and down the stairs. If you're at home, don't look at his mother's dislike, but actually look at yourself in the dark, and feel so distressed that you can't wait to have food at hand!

  Guo Dong took back the moxa stick and pointed to the window: "I'll go out first, you can close the window later..."

  The smoke of Xinai is heavy, and it is wrapped in ordinary white paper, which is really choking when it burns. Fortunately, the smell of Ai is strong enough, so it is not so unbearable.

  She Shi Shiran went downstairs, and the aunts on the corridor had resumed their work at hand. Qiao Qiao happily rubbed the moxa sticks, and there was already a small pile on hand.

   Seeing her coming down, everyone chattered:

   "Doctor Xiao Guo, is it convenient for me to ask you after lunch?"

   "I'll have a simple lunch today. I'll finish my work later. Can I go there after ten o'clock?"

   "Doctor Guo, can moxibustion cure coughs? My granddaughter keeps coughing, and it doesn't get better when I go back to my hometown..."

  Guo Dong responded one by one with a good temper. Seeing Zhang Yanping coming down the stairs again, without any equipment in his hand, he knew that he really left the camera in the room.

  —Hypnosis live broadcast, it really focuses on hypnosis for a long time.

  She remembered the man's unstable mouth, and now her expression was quite serious: "Song Tan, your cousin also has a little problem with his body. Don't let him sit at home all the time, and do some work when he has nothing to do. It won't hurt."

   This is what I said, don’t look at it as half-agricultural slack now, but can the family still lack work?

Not only him, but even Seventh Cousin said "Ouch": "It just so happens that there is a job here... Yan Ping, I think the chrysanthemums on the hillside are growing very well, you are free to pick some in the morning and evening and come back to dry them." Let it dry."

  The wild chrysanthemums here are small flowers, really not inconspicuous at all, and the flower buds are about the size of mung beans.

  But if the sun is good that year, the flower buds are picked back and dried, and after soaking, there is still a scent of cantaloupe, not to mention how good it smells.

   After so many years, no one in my hometown is picking. This flower has become rare. Thanks to the two or three hundred acres of land newly acquired by Song Tan, because it is all gentle slopes, with clusters of ditches and ridges, it looks quite a lot.

  Zhang Yanping's eyes widened in an instant—on such a hot day, even if he picks them in the morning and evening, he will still be sweating! How can an air-conditioned room be comfortable?

  He tried to find an excuse: "Just standing there picking chrysanthemums, I can't exercise."

   "It's okay," the seventh cousin said very considerately, "I just want you to familiarize yourself with the working environment first. After two days, you have to chop two carts of Artemisia annua for me and come back. I'm going to dry some soy beans."

   "Come on, go to the warehouse and bring me a hundred catties of soybeans."

  One hundred and ten catties? !

  Zhang Yanping instantly looked at Song Tan.

   It's not that he's worthless, it's just the hard work of the family, no one can do it as quickly as his cousin!

  However, Song Tan pretended to look at the moxa stick, while still showing concern for him:

   "Brother Yanping, don't be so serious. You said a hundred catties, but you didn't ask you to take it all at once? You can just move ten catties at a time."

  Zhang Yanping: …

   In short, if you don’t ask him to do some work today, you will feel uncomfortable, right?

  He thought sadly: If he had known this, he would have been the first guinea pig! It's good now, Xin Jun is lying upstairs and sleeping, he is here to move soybeans...

  …

  Zhang Yanping's regret obviously came too early.

  There are so many people in the family, including Seventh Cousin and Master Qian's apprentice Wang Xiaoshun. But the two of them together made him turn around in a daze.

   "You child, why don't you see life in your eyes? The beans are brought over, you wash them with water. Pick out the bad ones by the way."

  Zhang Yanping tried to put it badly: "I don't know how to do it. If the good beans are picked away, it would be a waste!"

Who knows that Wang Xiaoshun is more patient than him, so he squatted by the pool with him right now, pointing to the soaked soybeans in the basin: "Let me teach you—obviously, this is how bad soybeans change color." Yes, and there is this kind of confusion that has to be floated on the face..."

  It's so simple, even Zhang Yanping's thick skin can't bear it.

  This year's soybeans are growing well, plump and round, yellow and dry.

   The rushing water rushed and soaked, but I didn't see how muddy it was. It is the bad beans, very few are picked out.

   But the work is quite laborious, not to mention other things, constantly stirring and stirring, one hundred and ten catties of soybeans have to be washed one by one...

  Guo Dong glanced at it before leaving, and thought: the spleen governs movement and transformation, and the limbs are right, but no matter how you adjust it, it won’t be as fast as he stirs the beans here.

  One hundred catties of beans were soaked in water, and there were five or six large pots in the yard—this is not over yet!

  Seeing that it was noon, the Seventh Cousin ordered again: "Take a break after eating, and wait for the lotus to clean the pots, then light the fire by the stove and cook the beans along the way."

  He was holding a bowl of mung bean soup, and he was very satisfied with the freshly baked strong labor: "Ah, these three big pots of soybeans will take me all afternoon, right?"

  Zhang Yanping's eyes turned black!

  Wang Xiaoshun also smiled at him honestly and simply:

   "Don't worry, I'll teach you what you don't know today. My master said, your watermelon tastes good. If you're free these two days, we'll help you make watermelon sauce."

   "I just saw that the red pepper in the vegetable garden is really good, and the sauce must be delicious!"

   "With your help, we can make more. It's very convenient to eat this when you are busy."

  Zhang Yanping: …Why don’t I take the civil servant exam.

But Song Tan came to the spirit: "Do it, do it! Seventh Cousin, Master Xiao Wang, you are troubled, if you need someone, just say, no matter what kind of bean sauce or watermelon sauce, make more, or each of you can get another two hundred catties of soybeans—this one!" The sauce is on sale right now!"

   It's not that she wants to squeeze Zhang Yanping, it's because she just looked at the price list of the factory on the mountain...

   Hiss!

  A total of 1,200 yuan per square meter!

   What do you say, the income in the first half of the year is used to buy this house at home, and the income in the second half of the year should be spent on the factory building!

   Fortunately, the pruned tea leaves on the mountain have been grown for almost two months, and the autumn tea can catch up with the wave, otherwise I would buy seedlings and cattle and sheep...

  The wallet is really unbearable!

   Headache, the rest tomorrow.

  The practice of soy beans varies from place to place. In some places, the beans need to be fried.

  The project cost of the factory building is real (I have a cousin who set up a factory in another village, I went to ask in detail)

  I have tasted wild chrysanthemums that smell like cantaloupe. I like it so far. It smells really good. If you want to try it, you can find Jiaozuo pearl chrysanthemum. This is as famous as Jiaozuo yam, and it has the aroma of cantaloupe when soaked.

  When I was a child, the school required work-study programs, either charcoal or chrysanthemums. I really hated working.