Song Tan Jishi Chapter 691

   Several 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.

   While Song Tan held the ancestral mallet, the "bang bang" began to hit.

  She hammered on the thick leaves evenly, and the leaves that had been dried and dried did not quickly crumble into dry slag, but gradually seemed to be oily, giving off a fluffy feeling.

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

   "Jojo, bring your phone here!"

  Qiao Qiao didn't know why, but he was always obedient, and he didn't ask the bottom line 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 over 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 take out the stand, he quickly found the position, and turned on the live broadcast again unexpectedly.

   I have to say, it's not yet 6 am, so it's too early for the live broadcast.

   However, everyone seems to be used to the host being caught off guard. 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" knocks on the pile of white or green or green in front of it, which seems to have a grayish-yellow color on the leaves.

  The camera is placed close, and the sound-receiving microphone is placed on the ground again at this moment, the sound of the contact and collision of the mallet and the mugwort leaves, and the regular and repeated beating movements in front of me...

   One thing to say, today's live broadcast entry has two points of ability.

  The barrage was lively at the beginning—

  【I'm coming, I'm coming】

  【The early bird gets the worm, and the early office worker gets the anchor】

  【Watch this when you brush your teeth, wash your hands, and put on 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 an instant will destroy these mugwort leaves. 】

  【The efficiency of manual beating is too slow】

  【Anyway, the host doesn't plan to sell it, so it doesn't matter if you make it slowly yourself】

  【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】

  【It looks 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 beat Ai Ye again—

   Really hypnotic!

  He wanted to yawn right now, if he hadn't squatted close, the unique aroma of wormwood rushed into his nose and refreshed his spirit a little, 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 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 mugwort leaves that have not been crushed, and stretch out your hand to squeeze out the same finely crushed 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 you have done everything, why not do it better?"

   This is true.

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

  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 Rice that I mentioned before signed a contract?"

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

   There is also a bottle of glue on the side.

   This is for 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...

  The number of shares in the live broadcast room has increased rapidly, which has already attracted many people to fall asleep silently. So much so that 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 returning 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, it seems very important, why can't I remember—

  Ahhhhhhh why is it past eight o'clock! !

   The workers collapsed.

  【I'm late, who knows? 】

  【I took the boss's series of nails, and the nails have blown my soul away】

  【Just squeezed into the subway, people are 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^】

  【Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

  【Help, I've already picked the ground for your toes】

  【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 for a box of dozens of sheets, 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 made you sleepy when you didn't get up in the morning... If you keep talking, I'm afraid you'll have to deduct money if you're not fishing】

  【This live broadcast, fans lost more than 10,000 yuan. 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 the live broadcast room to prevent the 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 the battery running out?"

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: "Shouldn't it be time to change the phone for Qiao Qiao?"

   "I think it will work."

  Zhang Yanping from Shumenshulu logged into Qiaoqiao's account—that's right, the mobile phone used for 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 3,000 yuan in rewards!

  He found out that the rich men on the list, as long as the hypnosis effect is good, 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 your phone, let's give the child 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.

  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 and hold it in your hand. You can clearly feel the weight, but when you weigh it a few more times, it becomes 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 feels really weird.

  He squeezed two hands curiously: "No wonder they are called Ai Rong, they are indeed—what are you going to do next? Roll Ai Zhu?"

  Song Tan pushed the clean pile toward him:

"You and Qiao Qiao, how about rolling 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. When it's almost filled, use the thinner one next to it. Let's go further.”

   "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 suddenly became excited:

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

   Over there, the aunts who were 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 3 or 5 years. It will be effective when you use it."

  Ulan shook his 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, 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?"

  My family thinks that 3 years will become 3 years, and 5 years will become 5 years, and I can clean up whatever I want.

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

  He nodded repeatedly at this moment.

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

  Song Tan shook his head: "Scientifically speaking, there is moxa oil in this wormwood, which is more irritating, and the smoke it brings out 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 you see this too? 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 leave a few dozen roots 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 is so finely smashed, and you rolled it into a roll. 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. They will be stored in the warehouse for good preservation, 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 rods: "I'm in good health, and I'm not interested in moxibustion."

   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 you came to my house to plant seedlings and work in the mountains!"

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

   Tut! 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.

   Zhang Yanping, who was hit violently, 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 what my aunt said, why did she become black?

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

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

   "What are you doing with brother?" Outside the yard, Dr. Guo just walked in and asked curiously.

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

   Two in one! good night!

Chapter end