Guo Dong was looking forward to it - she was amazed at the medicinal effect of the golden cherry every time she mixed the medicine.
Now I am also looking forward to this mugwort.
If not, she has been practicing medicine for many years and must know the genuine old moxa sticks, so why did she want to try new moxa this time
Just then, in the evening, when the old Song family was preparing to collect the mugwort, Guo Dong also came over. He asked Song Sancheng who was working:
Uncle, if you have time, could you help me cut a thin bamboo? "
She gestured: "—It's this wide. I only need one section. I'll use it to fill the moxa cone tomorrow."
The filling machines in other people's factories can do it quickly and efficiently, but their quantity is small, so they just have to make do with what they have.
The sun has already set now. It's just a matter of 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? Come with me to have a look."
As for this one, Song Tan also humbly asked for advice:
"Doctor Guo, is this level of sun exposure okay?"
If it is around the Dragon Boat Festival, the mugwort must be dried for at least two days.
But in this weather, I cut the leaves yesterday and spread them out to dry overnight, and then spread them out to dry early in the morning. After just one day and one night, the leaves are almost brittle to the touch.
Guo Dong was very satisfied. He reached out and smelled the strong fragrance left by the wormwood he had just pinched:
"It's basically done. But I definitely won't have enough time to rub the moxa tonight. If you have time, you can pick all the leaves off first."
Zhang Yanping came over and took a look:
"You want to pluck the leaves? Why don't you just pluck the leaves when you're not drying them?"
Wouldn't that be faster
"Or just pick the leaves... isn't that okay?"
The roots of wormwood are straight, and the stems are not cylindrical like the plants usually are, but rather have some edges and corners. Wearing gloves and pulling the stems one by one in the wormwood field, the efficiency is not much worse than this, right
“That can’t be exposed to the sun!”
Wu Lan really feels very disappointed with the person.
Will her nephew be able to find a partner in this life
He usually looks quite smart, why doesn't he behave a little better in front of Dr. Guo? The leaves were plucked down in advance, and now the wind is so strong, how are we going to dry them
What's more, the temperature is so high, and without the moisture in the stems to serve as a buffer, the leaves will be scorched by the sun if you're not careful, and will dry out and break if you press them with your hands - how can you make moxa then
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 that
Is there such a big difference between a nephew who has a partner and a nephew who doesn’t
…
Song Sancheng brought in a green bamboo and quickly cut off all the thin branches and forks with a machete.
Then, according to Guo Dong's request, he selected two sections, one thick and one thin, and tried to put the thin section into the thick section of the bamboo tube.
Just right! Fits perfectly!
He looked at it with satisfaction, and muttered: "It's quite troublesome to make moxa sticks by yourself..."
He also said, "Tan Tan, this winter or next spring, why don't you dig more bamboo shoots? The bamboos are growing too densely. They are all these thin ones. They are so crowded that they can't grow big."
In fact, we sold quite a lot this spring. But the bamboo forest is close to home, so I always have some special treatment...
Song Tan nodded: "Okay."
"But we'll sell less this year. My seventh cousin said we'll pickle and dry more bamboo shoots."
"All right." Song Sancheng didn't care about that. He had been farming all his life, from planting to harvesting. He didn'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, Wulan had just finished breakfast and cleaned up the yard when she saw several men and women in the village who had no work at the moment coming to her house.
She wondered, "Why are you here?"
Zhang Hong, the leader, laughed out loud:
"I'm afraid that everyone in our village will benefit from your mugwort... You didn't even need our help in cutting the mugwort, so it's not right for you to help make the moxa sticks!"
It’s not that they are lazy and don’t do it themselves, but before the Dragon Boat Festival, some people have already cut all the leftover mugwort and sold it.
Although there are many mountains here and places where there may be large fields of mugwort growing, there are not many at this time of year.
It just happens that everything in Songtan’s land is growing lush and green - but then again, with tens of millions invested and professors going up and down the mountain every day to provide guidance, it would be strange if it wasn’t good!
Look, they are seen going up the mountain again early in the morning.
Wulan laughed:
"Look at what you said, why didn't you help us dig the tea mountain?"
"How can it be the same?" Everyone chatted casually: "Digging tea is hard work, it's painful, the weather is really unbearable."
But even though many of them don't know how to rub moxa, it sounds simple.
At this moment, Wulan was seen piling the mugwort that she had gathered last night back in the yard. Everyone followed her example and moved their stools to sit next to the big winnowing basket.
Song Tan went into the warehouse and pulled out a pile of gloves: "Aunt, put on the gloves. You have to pull these leaves off later. Don't scratch your hands."
"Hey, look at how fair and tender Tan Tan is, how could she know that we are old and calloused?"
Although they were joking, no one refused. They put on gloves numbly, pinched the top of the dried mugwort, and pulled it down with a hiss!
The dry leaves with thin stems and veins fell into the dustpan, and the bare, straight stems were placed aside, and a strong aroma of wormwood emanated instantly -
It smells so good!
By chance, Master Qian, who had just come down from the mountain, smelled the fragrance and could not help but say:
"Don't throw away the pole. When autumn comes, make some chrysanthemum rice!"
Hearing that he had never eaten this before, Song Tan immediately agreed! At the same time, he arranged for Qiao Qiao:
"Qiao Qiao, tie them up in small bundles later!"
Seeing that Qiao Qiao agreed, she did not sit idle and moved a shorter stool.
There was a thick, versatile plastic sheet in front of me, and in my hand was an old hammer that I had found at my grandfather's house last night. My grandmother laughed at me.
"When I was young, I used this mallet to beat clothes. But you've been using the washing machine for who knows how many years, and now you're doing this job again."
Song Tan laughed:
"Grandma, don't laugh! I'll get some moxa later and I'll have to ask Doctor Guo to help with moxibustion on your old cold legs."
When they were young, they worked in the fields to plant rice, and the dampness and cold were really severe. Now that they are old, although they don't say anything, in fact, their joints feel like they are rusted when they walk, and they suffer a lot.
These words touched my grandmother deeply:
"You have such weak arms and legs, how can you have the strength? I'll go and help you beat it!"
While speaking, she selectively forgot about Song Tan's usual unintentional great strength.