Several people in the yard were picking up the leaves quickly in the morning before the temperature rose. Qiao Qiao brought handfuls of the leaves over and placed them on the plastic sheet.
Song Tan took the ancestral hammer and started knocking it "bang bang".
She hit the thick leaves with even force, hammer after hammer. The leaves that had been dried in the sun did not quickly break into dry residue. Instead, they gradually seemed to ooze oil and even had a furry feeling.
Zhang Yanping squatted aside and watched quietly for a few minutes, then suddenly turned around and said:
"Qiao Qiao, bring your phone over here!"
Qiao Qiao didn't understand, but he was always obedient, so when he heard the order, he didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he put down the leaves in his hand, turned around and went upstairs to get the phone.
Zhang Yanping took the phone—70% battery, good to go.
As for live streaming while charging, oh, the temperature is over 30 degrees Celsius so early in the morning, don't make things difficult for other people's phones.
He quickly opened the live broadcast room and edited the name of today's live broadcast first—
Wake up too early, let's take a nap together! The topic is #asmr#hypnosis.
When Qiao Qiao brought out the bracket, he quickly found the right position and started the live broadcast again unexpectedly.
I have to say, it’s not even 6 o’clock in the morning yet, it’s really too early to start the live broadcast.
However, everyone seems to have gotten used to the host's suddenness. Many people even opened a special notification for this live broadcast.
So much so that even now that the show has just started, there are still hundreds of stubborn fans following along.
However, to their heartbreak, the anchor did not show up today.
What the camera can capture is a fair hand, holding an equally round mallet, knocking again and again... "bang bang" on the pile of leaves in front of it that are neither white nor green, but seem to have a grayish-yellow color.
The camera is in close proximity, and the microphone is placed on the ground. The sound of the mallet hitting the moxa leaves, and the regular and repetitive pounding movements are recorded...
To be honest, the live broadcast entry I brought today is quite interesting.
The barrage was lively at the beginning—
I'm coming, I'm coming
The early bird catches the worm, the early office worker gets the anchor
Watch this while brushing your teeth, washing your face, and putting on makeup. It's especially relaxing.
Subway commuters now huddle in the carriages with unkempt hair and dirty faces
Brushing my teeth at work is already a sign of my respect for the company... Putting on makeup? Cancel the time off first.
Hey hey hey, I just paid attention to it last time. Is this what the host said about making moxa sticks
Why are the movements so primitive? The anchor should not blindly abandon high technology in pursuit of visual effects
Can't I just grind it into small pieces? Can't I use a blender
Food processor yyds!
If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. The blades in the blender and food processor spin very fast. The high temperature in an instant will damage the moxa leaves.
But manual hammering is too slow.
Anyway, the anchor has no intention of selling it, so it doesn’t matter if he makes it slowly.
I really admire you guys. I am already feeling sleepy watching this at the dining table.
I was really sleepy, so I quickly slapped myself in the face, and then I was sober enough to squeeze into the morning rush hour.
This looks so cozy...
I really want to return to rural life
Just think about it, don't really reply. After all, if you beat the moxa for thirty or fifty times, your arms will be unable to lift up.
Contemporary young people, focusing on a waste
There weren't enough viewers, so the comments were displayed very slowly. For a while, everyone in the live broadcast room started chatting with each other.
Zhang Yanping took a look and then squatted back to watch Song Tan beating the moxa leaves again.
It’s really hypnotic!
He wanted to yawn at this moment. If he hadn't squatted close to the ground, the unique aroma of the mugwort would have rushed into his nose and made him feel a little more refreshed. He would have really needed to take a nap now.
Song Tan glanced at him and said, "If you have nothing to do, don't just stand there. Bring a stool and pick up the poles here."
"Do you still need to pick a pole? Can't you use a pole for moxibustion?"
Zhang Yanping resisted verbally, but pulled a small stool over and sat down.
Then he picked up a handful of moxa leaves that were almost broken, squeezed them with his hands, and squeezed out the equally fine leaf veins and stems inside.
Song Tan said without even raising his head: "It can be burned. If you don't mind, you can use a thick pole to burn it. But the medicinal properties are very different, there is no way."
"Besides, we've put so much effort into cutting and drying the plants, why not do it better?"
That's true.
Zhang Yanping groped around, slowly and clumsily picking out the broken poles inside bit by bit.
Xin Jun, who was standing by, took a look and continued to learn.
In the live broadcast room where no one paid attention, the frequency of barrage was getting lower and lower. However, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room increased one after another, and the forwarding rate was much higher than usual.
When the company M, which had previously contacted them, saw this, they couldn't help but feel angry again.
"Has the anchor named Maizidaozi that I mentioned earlier signed a contract?"
…
On this side, Qiao Qiao had already taken out a stack of white paper, and was measuring the inner diameter of the thick bamboo tube, cutting the thick paper strips one by one.
A bottle of glue was also prepared on the side.
This was used by my grandfather when he rolled cigarettes. Later, he smoked less and less, and he had a small cigarette box, so he used this glue less often.
Now it comes in handy.
The sharp paper cutter slashed across the white paper, the mallet struck slowly, and in the background came the sound of a group of aunts chatting and laughing...
The number of shares in the live broadcast room has increased rapidly, and many people have fallen asleep in silence. So much so that when the mobile phone emits a "beep" battery reminder, countless working people open their eyes from the bed, smile first, and rub their heads in the quilt with satisfaction - the quality of this nap is really good!
Wait! Is it the weekend today... It seems not... It seems I forgot something important... What is it... Damn, it seems very important, why can't I remember it-
Ahhh why is it already past eight o'clock!
!
The workers collapsed.
I'm late, who understands
I received a fatal series of nails from my boss, and the nails have shaken my soul away
Just squeezed into the subway, people are already crazy
I mean, who is more miserable than me? I ran on the road for more than ten minutes and then realized that my skirt was inside out!
It's like this, I just ran in from outside the company with my arms folded across my chest, looking shy - I'm not the heroine of anime, I just forgot my underwear꒦ິ^꒦ິ
Ahahahahahahaha the previous one laughed to death
Help, I've already dug your toes into the ground
Hold your bag to your chest!
Wear a mask!
Hurry up, order a takeaway and ask the nearby pharmacy to send you a medical patch to temporarily replace the breast patch.
Am I the only one curious whether medical patches are useful
A box of dozens of sheets for a few dozen dollars, try it yourself
Useless knowledge increased again early in the morning
Help me, why did I see this kind of video so early in the morning! 500 full attendance disappeared this morning, the anchor should take the main responsibility!
Hahaha, who told you not to get up so early in the morning and feel sleepy... If we continue chatting, I'm afraid we'll be fined for slacking off.
The fans lost more than 10,000 yuan in this live broadcast. The anchor needs to give an explanation...
A group of people started making a fuss in the barrage, but the anchor didn't show up at all. Instead, the phone, which was not of good quality, was rapidly consuming power as the temperature kept getting hotter and hotter.
Then with a "beep" sound, it turned off.
The live broadcast room suddenly went black:…
Everyone: ... That’s right, it’s the flavor of their anchor.
Song Tan raised his head when he heard the voice:
"It's only been two hours, why is there no power again?"
Zhang Yanping didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's only a 2,000 yuan phone. I've used it for half a year, and when I took it off, the battery was still 70%. It played for two hours at 36 or 37 degrees before it shut down. That's enough. Don't expect too much from it."
Song Tan thought thoughtfully: "Is it time to buy Qiao Qiao a new phone?"
"I think so."
Zhang Yanping logged into Qiao Qiao's account with familiarity - yes, the mobile phone used for live broadcast can be switched at will as long as the account is logged in correctly. But everyone in the family is lazier than the other, and no one would do such a thing as long as the time is enough.
When Zhang Yanping looked at the backstage, he saw that this live broadcast had received nearly 3,000 yuan in rewards!
He discovered that several wealthy people on the list would spend a fortune on any hypnosis session if it worked well.
Poor thing... He must be very young to be able to play live streaming so smoothly. What's the matter with him that can't sleep
He exited the live broadcast room, and then solemnly answered Song Tan:
"Yes, it's time to change the phone and give the child a better one!"
…
On this side, with the help of several aunts, the mugwort leaves were quickly picked clean.
They are now sitting here, picking out the broken stems deftly. The whole piece of plastic cloth looks like a simple assembly line operation.
And now, Song Tan, the source of the assembly line, has successfully produced a large handful of fluffy moxa.
This moxa has some green tones and some grayish yellow, like...
How to describe it
Zhang Yanping thought: It was like the hairs of dandelions gathered together, or like fine cotton wool, but the particles were even finer than those.
I picked up a ball in my hand and could clearly feel its weight, but when I weighed it twice, it was light again. When I stretched out my hand and squeezed it hard, the moxa wool quickly formed a ball in my palm, and then quickly opened slightly with elasticity...
It's a really wonderful feeling.
He pinched it twice out of curiosity: "No wonder they call it moxa, it is indeed - what do we do next? Roll the moxa stick?"
Song Tan pushed the cleaned pile towards him:
"You and Qiao Qiao, roll the moxa sticks. Do you know how to roll them? First, roll up the cut white paper and stuff it into the bamboo tube, then fill it with moxa wool. When it's almost full, use the thinner stick next to it to push it in further."
"If you don't want to use a bamboo tube, you can just roll it with paper. For our family use, it's OK to pack it tightly, and we don't require it to be perfect."
After all, the quality of the medicine has little impact on its efficacy.
Zhang Yanping instantly became excited:
"Isn't this just like rolling a cigarette? I've rolled several before, no problem!"
Over there, the chattering aunties had already started discussing with Wulan:
"Do you have a lot of mugwort on your mountain? If there is a lot, we can cut some and let it air-dry for three to five years. It will be more effective when used later."
Wu Lan shook her head. “Not this year. There were some on the barren hills, but they were all dug up by excavators. This year, most of them are here.”
"But I don't know for sure what will happen next year. If I want to plant it seriously, I will definitely save it up by then."
As she spoke, she asked everyone in confusion: "This thing grows everywhere in front of and behind the house. Why are you asking me? In the spring, you can either dig up a few seeds or sow some seeds in advance. If they grow in large areas, are you still worried that they won't be enough?"
If you want it to take 3 years, it will take 3 years; if you want it to take 5 years, it will take 5 years. You can do whatever you want.
That's right! No one really reacted.
He nodded repeatedly at this moment.
Zhang Yanping turned into a curious baby again: "Why does it take three or five years? Wouldn't it lose its shelf life if it is stored for too long?"
Song Tan shook his head: "To put it more scientifically, there is mugwort oil in the mugwort, which is more irritating, and the smoke it produces is more choking, and the medicinal effect is more intense."
"After three years of storage, it will decrease by about 20% each year. After three years, the decrease will be almost complete and the drug efficacy will reach its optimal level."
You can tell from this? How did our ancestors detect the properties of medicine
Zhang Yanping was amazed.
At this moment, I can't help but offer an idea:
"Then why don't you leave a few dozen of them there and try again in a few years? Can you really tell the difference without instrument testing?"
Song Tan shook his head: "The moxa was crushed into such small pieces, and then rolled into a roll. You have kept it for three years. How can it evaporate from it?"
"Three years means you should go up the mountain and cut two bundles now, and hang them under the porch to dry. Then store them in the warehouse and come back to beat the moxa three years later."
Zhang Yanping: …Forget it.
He lowered his head and patiently picked up the broken rods: "I am in good health and have no interest in moxibustion."
But Wulan suddenly interrupted:
"Yan Ping, why don't you take a look!"
"Look at our family, everyone is so well-groomed, why are you getting darker the longer you stay here? If your mother didn't believe me, she would have thought you were working in the fields and on the hills!"
Besides, this silly kid is only interested in money. Dr. Guo is so busy, you can just stand by and help him, and then ask him to give you moxibustion to improve your relationship...
Tsk! You two should learn from each other!
It's true that it's the eunuchs who are anxious, not the emperor.
She shook her head, despairing at her nephew with his clear and stupid expression.
Zhang Yanping, who was hit hard, couldn't even utter a word of defense.
Yes, he has dark skin, but that's not entirely his fault! 99% of it is due to genes!
Otherwise, everyone in the family worked and ate the same food, and the physical labor he put in was only a little more than Xin Jun's.
But just like my aunt said, why did I become darker
What’s going on? The ultraviolet rays in this village discriminate against people with urban household registration
He said depressedly: "Moxibustion, just moxibustion! Qiao Qiao will accompany brother."
"What are you doing with your brother?" Doctor Guo just walked in from outside the yard and asked curiously.
Qiao Qiao smiled at her and said, "Little Sister Guo, Brother Yanping asked me to do moxibustion with him, but I don't want to!"