Chapter 690 690. Knocking on moxa
Guo Dong was looking forward to it—she was amazed by the efficacy of the golden cherry seeds every time she mixed the medicine.
Now I am also looking forward to this mugwort.
If not, she has been a doctor for many years, and it’s not like she doesn’t know someone who sells old moxa sticks at a genuine price. Why would she want to try new moxa 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 are free, could you help me 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 work quickly and neatly, but their quantities are small, so they can just make do with it.
The sun has already set at this moment, and it’s just a matter of cutting down a bamboo, 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 a machete: "Okay, how thick do you want it to be? Come over with me and see."
As for this guy, 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 have to be left in the sun for at least two days.
But the weather is like this now. I cut it back yesterday and spread it out to dry all night, and then spread it out early in the morning to dry. After just one day and one night's work, the leaves are almost brittle when touched.
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 definitely 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? Then 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 do that?"
The roots of mugwort are all straight, and the stems are not the regular cylindrical shape of plants, but have some edges and corners. Wearing gloves and stroking pole after pole in the wormwood field, the efficiency is not much worse than this, right?
“That can’t be done in the sun!”
Ulan really hates the fact that iron cannot become steel.
Can her nephew find a partner in this life?
You seem pretty shrewd at ordinary times, why don't you behave better in front of Dr. Guo? The leaves have been cut down in advance. 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. When the time comes, the leaves will be scorched by the sun accidentally, and they will become dry and crumbled when pressed with your hands. How can you beat 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 exactly?
Is there such a big difference between a nephew with a partner and a nephew without a partner?
…
Song Sancheng brought in a piece of green bamboo and cut off all the twigs and branches 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 one -
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..."
He also said: "Tantan, this winter or next spring, can you dig more bamboo shoots? 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."
Actually, a lot of them were sold this spring. But since the bamboo forest is close to home, there is always some preferential treatment...
“But this year’s selling point is less. The seventh cousin said to pickle sour bamboo shoots and dry them more.”
“Anything is fine.” Song Sancheng didn’t care about this. Anyway, he has been farming all his life, and he has never taken care of anything from sowing to harvesting? I didn’t make as much money as I do now!
It can be seen that some things have to be left to young people.…
Early in the morning the next day, Ulan had just finished breakfast and was cleaning up the yard when he saw several men and women from the village who were temporarily out of work arriving at his home.
She became puzzled: "Why are you here?"
Zhang Hong, the leader, burst out laughing:
“This mugwort of yours, I’m afraid everyone in our village will have to take advantage of it... You don’t even need our help to cut the mugwort, and 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. In fact, before the Dragon Boat Festival, someone had already cut all the pieces of mugwort and sold them.
Even though there are many mountains here, there are really 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 Songtan is green - but then again, tens of millions of dollars have been poured into it, and the professors are still going up and down the mountain to give guidance every day. It's no wonder that it's not good!
No, I saw them going up the mountain again early in the morning.
Ulan laughed loudly:
“Look at what you said, why didn’t you help me dig up the tea mountains?”
"Can it be the same?" Everyone was chatting in a very casual atmosphere: "Digging tea mountains is a laborious job. 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 wormwood gathered last night back into the yard. Everyone followed her example and moved benches to sit next to the big dustpan.
Song Tanze went into the warehouse and dug out a pile of gloves: "Auntie, put on your gloves. You have to pluck off the leaves later to avoid scratching the skin on your hands."
“Oh, look at Tantan, she looks white and tender, how could she know that we are calloused and old-skinned?”
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 along with the thin stem veins fell into the dustpan. When the bare and straight pole was placed aside, a strong fragrance of wormwood instantly emitted—
It smells so good!
By coincidence, Master Qian who came down from the mountain smelled this aroma, and he couldn't help but say:
“Don’t throw away the pole, wait until autumn comes, make some mugwort rice and eat it!”
Since I had never tasted this before, Song Tan immediately agreed! On the other hand, Qiao Qiao was arranged:
“Qiaoqiao, tie up the small bundles later!”
Seeing that Qiaoqiao responded, she was not idle and moved a shorter stool.
There is a thick plastic sheet in front of me, and in my hand is an old mallet that I dug out from my grandpa’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 good 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 was laughing and joking:
“Grandma, don’t laugh! I turned around and beat the moxa out. I will definitely have to ask Dr. Guo to help with moxibustion on your cold legs.”
When people of this generation went to plant rice in the fields when they were young, the humidity and cold were really severe. Now that I am getting older, don’t look down and say nothing. In fact, my joints feel like they are rusty when I walk, and I suffer a lot.
These words moved grandma very much:
"You have little arms and legs, how can you have the strength? I'll help you beat them!"
While speaking, she selectively forgot about Song Tan's inadvertent efforts.
Many rural folk methods are sometimes not so particular. Like the method of beating moxa velvet described in this chapter, many people rub it twice with their hands and roll it together with the pole.
Just read the story—in fact, no one in the countryside is knocking moxa by themselves anymore.
Good night, good night!
(End of this chapter)