Guo Dong was looking forward to it - she was amazed by the efficacy of the golden cherry tree every time she mixed the medicine.
Now I am looking forward to this mugwort very much.
If not, she has been a doctor for many years, and she doesn't know the kind of people who sell genuine old moxibustion, so why would she want to try new moxibustion this time?
No, in the evening when the old Song family was preparing to put away the mugwort, Guo Dong also came over. At the same time, he asked Song Sancheng who was working:
Uncle, if you have time, can you help chop down a thinner bamboo?"
She gestured: "——It's so wide. I only need one section to fill in the moxa pillars tomorrow."
The stuffing machines in other factories can do the stuffing quickly and neatly, but their quantities are small and they can just make do with it.
The sun has already set by now. It's just a bamboo tree, so it's 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 it to be? Come over with me and see."
And here, Song Tan also humbly asked for advice:
"Doctor Guo, look, is it okay to be exposed to this level of sunburn?"
If it is around the Dragon Boat Festival, the mugwort will need to be left in the sun for at least two days.
But in today's weather, I cut it last night and spread it out to dry overnight, and then spread it out early in the morning. After just one day and one night's work, the leaves are almost crispy when I touch them.
Guo Dong was very satisfied. He stretched out his hand and smelled the strong fragrance left after pinching the mugwort just now:
"It's basically working. But I won't have time to rub the moxa leaves tonight. If you have time, you can pluck off all the leaves first."
Zhang Yanping came over and took a look:
"You want to pluck the leaves? Why not pluck the leaves when they are not in the sun?"
Wouldn't that be faster?
"Or just pick the leaves...can't you?"
The roots of mugwort are all straight, and the stems are not the regular cylindrical shape of plants, but have some edges and corners. Put on gloves and stroke the mugwort grass one pole at a time, and the efficiency is not much worse than this, right?
?
"That can't be done in the sun!"
Wu Lan really hates that iron cannot become steel.
Will her nephew be able to find a partner in this life?
You seem to be pretty shrewd at ordinary times, so why don't you show off in front of Dr. Guo? The leaves have been cut down in advance, but now that the wind is so strong, how are you going to dry them?
What's more, the temperature is so high and there is no moisture in the pole to act as a buffer. The leaves will be scorched by the sun if you don't pay attention, and they will become dry and crumbled if you press them with your hands. How can you beat the moxa velvet?
Zhang Yanping felt wronged.
He always felt that this time when he came back, his aunt was not as kind and patient to him as before.
Why?
Is there such a big difference between a nephew who is in a relationship and a nephew who is not in a relationship?
…
Song Sancheng brought in a piece of green bamboo and cut off all the twigs and twigs with a machete.
Then according to Guo Dong's request, he selected two sections, one thick and one thin, and then tried to put the thin one into the thick bamboo tube——
Just right! Perfect fit!
He looked at it with satisfaction, but did not forget to mutter: "It's quite troublesome to make Ai Zhu by yourself..."
At the same time, he said: "Tantan, can you dig more bamboo shoots this winter or next spring? This bamboo grows too densely, and it is full of these thin bamboo shoots. It will not grow big at all if it is crowded."
In fact, a lot of them were sold this spring. But since the bamboo forest is close to home, there is always some preferential treatment...
Song Tan nodded: "Okay."
"But this year's selling point is less. The seventh cousin said more pickled sour bamboo shoots and sun-dried bamboo shoots."
"It's okay." Song Sancheng doesn't care about this. After all, he has been farming all his life, and he has never taken care of anything from planting to harvesting. He doesn't make as much money as he does now!
It can be seen that some things have to be left to young people.
…
Early the next morning, just after Ulan had finished breakfast and was cleaning up the yard, he saw several men and women from the village who were temporarily out of work arriving at his home.
She wondered: "Why are you here?"
Zhang Hong, the leader, laughed out loud:
"This mugwort of yours, I'm afraid everyone in our village will have to take some advantage... We can't even help you cut the mugwort. If you don't come to help with the mugwort, that would be outrageous!"
It's not that they were lazy and didn't cut it themselves, it was actually that before the Dragon Boat Festival, someone had already cut all the pieces of mugwort and sold them.
Although there are many mountains here, there are not many places where patches of mugwort can grow. At this time of year, there are really not many.
It just so happens that everything in Song Tan’s land is green and green - but then again, after spending tens of millions on it, the professors are still giving guidance every day. It’s no wonder it’s not good!
No, I saw them going up the mountain again early in the morning.
Wulan laughed:
"Looking at what you said, why didn't you help me dig the tea mountains?"
"Can it be the same?" Everyone was chatting in a very casual atmosphere: "Digging tea mountains is a strenuous job, and it takes a lot of pain. I really can't bear it today."
But even if many of them don't know how to rub moxa, it sounds simple.
At this moment, Ulan was seen piling the mugwort that had been collected last night back into the yard. Everyone followed her example and moved benches to sit next to the big dustpan.
Song Tan went into the warehouse and dug out a pile of gloves: "Auntie, put on your gloves. You have to remove these leaves later to avoid scratching the skin on your hands."
"Oh, look at Tantan, she is white and tender, how could you know that we are so calloused and skinny?"
He was joking, but everyone didn't refuse. He put on his gloves and pinched the top of the dried mugwort, and then swiped it down!
The dry leaves and the thin stem veins fell into the dustpan, and when the bare and straight stem was placed aside, a strong fragrance of wormwood suddenly came out——
It smells so good!
It happened that Master Qian, who came down from the mountain, smelled this aroma and couldn't help but say:
"Don't throw away the pole. When autumn comes, make some mugwort rice and eat it!"
This was something he had never eaten before, so Song Tan immediately agreed! At the same time, he also arranged for Qiao Qiao:
"Qiaoqiao, tie up the small bundles later!"
Seeing that Qiaoqiao agreed, she was not idle and moved a shorter bench.
There was an all-purpose thick plastic sheet spread in front of me, and in my hand was an old mallet that I dug out from my grandfather’s house last night, and was laughed at by my grandma——
"When I was young, I used to use this mallet to beat clothes. It's great for you. I've been using the washing machine for I don't know how many years, and I'm doing this again."
Song Tan laughed and laughed:
"Grandma, don't laugh! I'll beat the moxa out now. I'll definitely have to ask Dr. Guo to help with moxibustion on your cold legs."
When people of their generation were planting rice in the fields when they were young, the humidity and cold were really severe. Now that they are older, don't look down and say nothing. In fact, when they walk, their joints feel like they are rusty, and they suffer a lot.
Grandma was deeply moved by these words:
"How can you have any strength in your little arms and legs? I'll help you beat them!"
While speaking, she selectively forgot about Song Tan's inadvertent efforts.