Chapter 690 690. Knocking on moxa
Guo Dong was looking forward to it - she was amazed at the efficacy of the golden cherry seeds 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 moxa sticks. Why did she want to try new moxa this time?
No, when the old Song family was preparing to put away the mugwort in the evening, Guo Dong also came over. At the same time, he asked Song Sancheng who was working:
Uncle, if you have time, 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 things quickly and neatly, but their quantities are small, so they can just use it.
The sun has gone down now, and they are just cutting down a bamboo. , 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. ”
As for this person, Song Tan also humbly asked for advice:
"Doctor Guo, look, is it enough to be exposed to this level?"
If it is around the Dragon Boat Festival, this mugwort must at least be dry. Leave it in the sun for two days.
But with the weather 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 and stretched out his hand to smell the strong fragrance left after pinching the mugwort just now:
"It's basically okay. 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 pull the leaves? Then why not just pull the leaves off when they are drying?”
Isn’t that 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. 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?
I usually look pretty shrewd, but why don’t I 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, when the temperature is so high, there is no moisture in the pole to act as a buffer. When the time comes, the leaves will be scorched through the sun if you don't pay attention, and they will become dry and crumbled when you press them with your hands. How can you beat moxa down?
Zhang Yanping felt wronged.
He always felt that this time when he came back, his aunt was not as kind and patient with him as before.
Why?
Is there such a big difference between a nephew who is in love and a nephew who is not?
...
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 chose two sections, one thick and one thin, and then tried to put the thin section into the thick bamboo tube -
Just right! Perfect fit!
He looked at it with satisfaction, and did not forget to mutter: "It is quite troublesome to make Aizhu by myself..."
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."
Actually, a lot of them were sold this spring. But the bamboo forest is close to home, so 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 "Both bamboo shoots and dried bamboo shoots." Song Sancheng doesn't care about that. Anyway, he has been farming all his life, and he has never taken care of anything from planting 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 the next morning, Wulan 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 wondered: "Why are you here?"
Zhang Hong, the leader, laughed:
"This mugwort of yours, I'm afraid everyone in our village will have to take some advantage... We don't need our help to cut the mugwort. If you don't come to help with the mugwort, that would be outrageous!"
Down It's not that they were lazy and didn't cut it themselves, it was actually that someone had cut all the pieces of mugwort before the Dragon Boat Festival and sold them.
Although there are many mountains here, there are not many places where patches of wormwood may grow. This season there are not many.
Only in Songtan, everything is green - but then again, after spending tens of millions on it, the professors still go to the mountains and fields to give guidance every day, it’s no wonder it’s not good!
No, I saw them going up the mountain again early in the morning.
Wu Lan burst out laughing:
"Look at what you said, why didn't you help me dig up the tea mountain?"
"Can it be the same?" Everyone was chatting, and the atmosphere was Very casually: "Digging tea mountains is a strenuous job. It takes a lot of suffering. 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: "Aunt, put on your gloves. You have to pull off these leaves later, so as not to break the skin on your hands."
"Oh, look. Tantan is so white and tender, how could she know that we are calloused and old-skinned?”
He was joking, but everyone didn’t refuse. Pinch the top of the mugwort and [Hiss Liu] stroke it down!
The dry leaves and the thin stem veins fell into the dustpan. 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 he couldn't help but tell him:
"Don't throw away the pole. When autumn comes, make some mugwort rice!"
>This was something I had never tasted before, so Song Tan agreed immediately! At the same time, Qiaoqiao was also arranging:
"Qiaoqiao, tie up the small bundles later!"
Seeing Qiaoqiao agree, she was not idle either. , moved a shorter bench.
There is an all-purpose 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. Grandma even laughed at me -
“I used to use this mallet when I was young. It's a good thing for you who beats clothes. I've been using the washing machine for I don't know how many years, and you have to do this again."
Song Tan laughed and laughed:
"Grandma, don't laugh! I beat the moxa out now, and I must ask Dr. Guo to help with moxibustion on your old cold legs.”
When they were young, they went to the fields to plant rice, and the dampness 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.
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 Song Tan's inadvertent efforts in daily life.
Many folk methods in rural areas 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 rural areas now knocks moxa by themselves.
Good night!
(End of this chapter)