Song Tan Jishi

A few people in the yard took advantage of the temperature not rising in the morning, so they stroked the leaves quickly. Qiao Qiao carried these mugwort leaves in handfuls and put them on the plastic sheet.

And Song Tan held the ancestral club, and the "bang bang" began to hit.

Her strength was even, and she hammered on the thick leaves. The leaves that had been drying and drying did not quickly break into dry residue, but gradually seemed to be oozing with oil, and they felt a little fluffy.

Zhang Yanping squatted aside and watched quietly for a few minutes, then suddenly turned around quickly:

"Jojo, get your phone here!"

Qiao Qiao didn't know why, but he was always obedient, and he didn't ask for details when he heard this order. Instead, he put down the leaf in his hand, turned around and went upstairs to get the phone.

And Zhang Yanping took the phone - 70% battery, it's ok.

As for live streaming while charging, ouch, the high temperature was more than 30 degrees this morning, so don't embarrass other people's mobile phones.

He quickly opened the live broadcast room, and first edited the name of today's live broadcast——

[Wake up too early, let's go back to sleep together! 】The topic entry is #asmr#hypnosis.

Waiting for Qiao Qiao to carry out the stand, he quickly found the position, and turned on the live broadcast again unexpectedly.

I have to say that it's not even 6:00 in the morning, so it's too early for the live broadcast.

However, the host was caught off guard, and everyone seemed to have gotten used to it. For this live broadcast, many people even opened special attention notices.

Even now that it has just started broadcasting, there are still hundreds of stubborn fans following in.

However, to their heartbreak, the anchor didn't show up at all today.

What the camera can capture is a white hand, holding the same round mallet, one click, one click... "Bang bang" knocked on the pile of white or green in front of him, as if with grayish yellow color on the leaves.

The camera is placed close, and at this moment the microphone is placed on the ground again, the sound of the hammer and the mugwort touching and colliding, and the regular and repeated beating movements in front of me...

There is one thing to say, the live broadcast entry brought today has two points of ability.

The barrage was still lively at the beginning——

【I'm coming, I'm coming】

[The early bird gets the worm, the early office worker gets the anchor]

[Watch this while brushing your teeth, washing your makeup, especially for decompression]

[Subway commuters are now unkempt and huddled in the carriage]

[Brushing my teeth at work is already my respect for the company... Makeup? Let’s cancel the vacation first]

[Hey, hey, I just paid attention last time, is this what the anchor said about being Ai Zhu? 】

【Why are the movements so primitive? Anchor, don't blindly put aside high-tech in pursuit of picture effects]

[Can't I smash it into pieces? Can't I use a blender? 】

【Food machine yyds! 】

[Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand, well, how fast the blades in the blender and cooking machine rotate, the high temperature in a split second will destroy these mugwort leaves. 】

[But the efficiency of manual beating is too slow]

[Anyway, the host doesn't intend to sell it, so it doesn't matter if you make it slowly]

【I really admire you guys, I'm sleepy at the dinner table now】

[I was really sleepy, so I quickly gave myself a scratch, and then I squeezed into the morning peak soberly]

【Looking so comfortable like this...】

[I really want to return to the pastoral life]

[Just think about it, don't really answer. After all, after beating moxa for thirty or fifty times, you will hardly be able to lift your arms]

[Contemporary young people, focusing on a waste]

The number of viewers was not enough, so the display of bullet screens was quite slow. For a while, everyone in the live broadcast room chatted with each other.

Zhang Yanping glanced twice, then squatted back to watch Song Tan beating Ai Ye again——

It's so hypnotic!

He wanted to yawn right now, if he hadn't squatted close, the unique aroma of wormwood rushing into his nose would refresh his spirit a little bit, he would really have to go back to sleep right now.

And Song Tan glanced at him: "If you're idle, don't just stick there, move a stool to pick up the pole at the end."

"I still need to pick poles? Can't poles be used for moxibustion?"

Zhang Yanping resisted, but he pulled a small stool and sat down.

Then grab a handful of unbroken mugwort leaves, reach out and pinch, and pinch out the same finely divided leaf veins and stems inside.

And Song Tan didn't raise his head: "It can be burned. If you don't pay attention to it, you can burn it with that thick stick. But the properties of the medicine are very different, there is no way."

"What's more, it takes so much effort to cut and dry, and it's all done, why not do it better?"

That's true.

Zhang Yanping groped, slowly and clumsily picking up the broken poles inside.

On the other hand, Xin Jun looked at it and continued to study.

In the live broadcast room where no one was paying attention, the frequency of barrage was getting lower and lower. However, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room increased one by one, and the forwarding rate was much higher than usual.

This was seen by the MCN company I had contacted before, and I couldn't help but hate it again——

"Has the anchor of Wheat and Rice mentioned earlier signed a contract?"

...

And here, Qiao Qiao has already taken out a stack of white papers, gesticulating the inner diameter of the thick bamboo tube, and cutting the thick paper strips one by one.

There is also a bottle of glue on the side.

This was specially used when my grandfather rolled cigarettes. Later, he smoked less and less, and he still had a small cigarette case, so the chances of using the glue were less——

Now it can be regarded as coming in handy.

The sharp paper cutter slashed across the white paper, the sound of the hammer hitting was unhurried, and there was a voice of aunties chatting and laughing in the background sound next to it...

And the number of shares in the live broadcast room has risen rapidly, which has already attracted many people to fall asleep silently. As a result, when the mobile phone gave out a "di" battery warning, countless migrant workers opened their eyes from the bed, smiled first, and rubbed themselves in the bed contentedly - the quality of the return to sleep is really good!

etc! Is it the weekend when I return to the cage... It seems not... It seems that I forgot something important... What is it... Damn, it seems very important, why can't I remember——

Ahhhhhh why is it past eight o'clock! ! !

The workers collapsed.

[Late, who knows? 】

[I took the boss's life-threatening serial nails, and the nails have already blown my soul away]

[Just squeezed into the subway, people are already crazy]

[That is to say, who is worse than me? After running on the road for more than ten minutes, I realized that the skirt was worn backwards! 】

【It's like this, I just ran in from outside the company with my arms crossed and shy - I'm not an anime heroine, I just forgot my underwear^】

【Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha”

【Help, I've already scratched the floor for your toe】

[Hold the bag to your chest! 】

[Wear the mask well! 】

[Hurry up, hurry up, order a takeaway to run errands, and ask the nearby pharmacy to send you a medical applicator to replace the chest patch]

[Only I am curious about whether the medical applicator is easy to use? 】

[Dozens of dollars a box of dozens of cards, try it yourself]

[The useless knowledge increased again in the early morning]

[Help, why did you let me see this kind of video early in the morning! The full attendance of 500 disappeared this morning, and the anchor should bear the main responsibility! 】

[Hahaha, who told you to stay up early in the morning and feel sleepy... If you continue to chat, I'm afraid you will have to deduct money if you are not fishing]

[This live broadcast, the economic loss of fans exceeded 10,000. The anchor has to give an explanation...]

A group of people made a fuss in the barrage, but the anchor didn't show up at all. On the contrary, mobile phones with poor quality are rapidly consuming power in the increasingly hot temperature.

Then, with a "beep", it shut down directly.

Caught off guard in the live broadcast room with a black screen:  …

Everyone: ... That's right, it's their anchor.

And Song Tan raised his head when he heard the voice:

"It's only been broadcast for two hours, why is it out of battery again?"

Zhang Yanping couldn’t help but laugh: “The 2,000-yuan mobile phone has been used for half a year. When I took it off, it still had 70% of its power. It was almost done after two hours of broadcasting at 367 degrees. Don’t demand too much from it. high."

Song Tan was thoughtful: "Is it time to change Qiao Qiao's mobile phone?"

"I think it will work."

Zhang Yanping Shumenshulu logged into Qiaoqiao's account—that's right, the mobile phone used for the live broadcast can be switched at will as long as the account is logged in correctly. But the family members are lazier than the other, as long as the time is enough, no one will do this kind of thing.

And Zhang Yanping looked at the backstage - well, this live broadcast has received nearly 3000 yuan in rewards!

He finally found out that among the wealthy bigwigs on the list, as long as any episode of hypnosis has a good effect, they must spend a lot of money.

Poor thing...you must be young to play the live broadcast so smoothly, why can't you fall asleep?

He exited the studio, and then solemnly answered Song Tan:

"Yes, it's time to change the phone, let's change the child to a better one!"

...

And here, with the help of several aunts, the wormwood leaves were quickly smoothed out.

They are also sitting here now, quickly picking out the broken stems inside, and the whole piece of plastic sheeting is completely a simple assembly line operation.

But now, Song Tan, the source of the assembly line, has successfully produced a large handful of fluffy moxa.

This moxa has some blue tone, and some grayish yellow, like...

How to describe it?

Zhang Yanping thought: It looks like dandelion hairs gathered together, and it also looks like finely divided cotton wool, but the particles are even finer than those.

Grab a ball in your hand, you can obviously feel the weight, but if you weigh it twice, it is light again. When I stretched out my hand and pinched it hard, the moxa was quickly squeezed into a ball in my palm, and then quickly opened slightly with elasticity...

It felt really weird.

He squeezed it curiously: "No wonder he is called Ai Rong, it is indeed——what are you going to do next? Roll Ai Zhu?"

Song Tan pushed the clean pile towards him:

"You and Qiao Qiao, let's roll aizhu—do you know how to roll it? First roll the cut white paper into a roll and stuff it into a bamboo tube, and then fill it with moxa. Make it a little bit more."

"If you don't want to use a bamboo tube, you can just roll the paper yourself. We use it for our own family, just pack it tightly, and don't require perfect appearance."

After all, the quality of the product has little effect on the efficacy of the medicine.

Zhang Yanping instantly became excited:

"Isn't this just like rolling tobacco? I've rolled several before, no problem!"

And over there, the aunties chatting have already started to discuss with Ulan:

"Is there a lot of wormwood on your mountain? If there is a lot, you can cut it down and let it dry for three to five years. It will be effective when you use it."

Ulan shook her head: "It won't happen this year. Originally, there were some on the barren hills, but they were all dug up by excavators. This year, most of them are here."

"But it's hard to say next year. If you want to be serious about planting, you will definitely save up first."

While she was talking, she wondered and asked everyone: "This thing grows casually in front of and behind the house, why do you ask me? When spring comes, you can either dig two random seeds and plant them back, or sow some seeds in advance, and grow a large area. Yes, are you still worried about not enough?"

I think 3 years will become 3 years, and 5 years will become 5 years, so I can clean up whatever I want.

That's right! Everyone really didn't react.

Nodding again and again at this moment.

It was Zhang Yanping who turned into a curious baby again: "Why is it 3 years and 5 years? Isn't it a good shelf life if it is kept for a long time?"

Song Tan shook his head: "Scientifically speaking, there is moxa oil in the wormwood, which is more irritating, and the smoke it brings is more choking, and the medicinal effect is more intense."

"When stored for three years, it will decrease by about 20% every year. After three years, the decrease will be almost the same, and the efficacy of the medicine will reach its best."

Can this also be seen? How did the ancestors perceive the medicinal properties in the first place!

Zhang Yanping was amazed.

Now I can't help but come up with an idea:

"Then you keep a few dozen stems in the bag this time, and try again in a few years. Can you really try it out if you don't rely on instrumental testing?"

Song Tan shook his head: "The moxa has been smashed into pieces, and you rolled it into a roll. If you put it for three years, where does it evaporate?"

"Storing for three years means that you go up the mountain to cut two bundles and hang them on the porch to dry in the shade. You will store them in the warehouse and keep them well, and you will come back to beat the moxa after three years."

Zhang Yanping: ...Forget it.

He lowered his head and patiently picked up the broken sticks: "I'm in good health, and I'm not interested in moxibustion."

But Ulan suddenly interjected:

"Yan Ping, why don't you take a look!"

"Look at our family, everyone is so clean. Why do you stay more and more black? If your mother didn't believe me, I would still think that you came to my house to plant rice seedlings and work in the mountains!"

Besides, this stupid kid is only smart in the eyes of money, Dr. Guo is so busy, you can look at him and help, and let her give you moxibustion later, so as to enhance your relationship...

Tsk! You two learn from each other!

It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry.

She shook her head, despairing at her clear and stupid nephew.

And Zhang Yanping, who was violently attacked, couldn't even say a word of excuse——

Yes, he has dark skin, so he can't be blamed entirely! 99% of this is due to genes!

Otherwise, everyone in the family would work and eat the same food, and his physical labor would only be a little more than that of Xin Jun.

But just like my aunt said, why did she become black?

What's the matter, the ultraviolet light in this village also discriminates against urban household registration?

He said depressedly: "Moxibustion, just moxibustion! Qiao Qiao is with my brother."

"What are you doing with brother?" Doctor Xiao Guo just walked in outside the yard, and asked curiously at this moment.

And Qiao Qiao smiled at her: "Sister Guo, Brother Yanping asked me to moxibustion with him, but I don't want it!"

2 in 1! good night!