"Brother Xiaoman, I can't move anymore. www.biquge.info"A fat young man with a circle of fat on his body sweated profusely and ran to Liu Mang, who was sitting in the mall and nibbling on a hamburger, panting and crying bitterly, "Brother Xiaomang, after tossing in the past few days, my meat has lost several catties, when will it end." ”

Liu Mang stuffed the last bite of the burger into his mouth, glared at the fat man next to him, and shouted at the top of his voice: "What are you anxious about, didn't you see that the weeds on that piece of grass are about to fall off! Hold on for two more days, and when it is completely bald and gets 10,000 yuan, let's go drink and masturbate." ”

"But Brother Xiaomang, why do I think this grass seems to have grown again?" the fat young man wrinkled sadly and told Liu Mang what he had just discovered.

"What!" Liu Mang shook his hand impatiently and covered the fat young man's head, "Fatty, don't talk nonsense, seeing that the leaves are about to fall off, and the task is almost completed, you can get the money soon, you will be bullished and I will pump you again!"

The fat man touched his head aggrievedly, and really felt that he was not mistaken. From the rhizomes of the meadow, the tender pale red leaves, about two or three centimeters high, are quite numerous.

However, seeing Liu Mang's irritable appearance, the fat man didn't dare to continue to say more.

"Okay, fat man, you've rested enough, hurry up and take the lead ball and smash it a few times, you weigh heavily and have a lot of strength, much more powerful than my thin man. Liu Mang rested for a while, carried a shovel himself, went straight to the lawn, and continued to fight unremittingly to get the grass bald.

The fat man looked at Liu Mang, who was dragging around the grass with a shovel, sighed helplessly, and continued to fight with this lawn like a fool under the gaze of pedestrians coming and going.

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Feng Yanming leaned on the sofa with a pale face, looking at the video screen transmitted to him by a security guard in Guangchang Square on his mobile phone expressionlessly. The content of the picture is that several young people at the door are enthusiastically abusing the grass.

The corners of his mouth curled speechlessly, he felt that he could predict the fate of these young people.

He was sure that this carpet grass must be a plant in the secret space. It must not be viewed through the eyes of ordinary plants.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong. The doorbell rang, and Aunt Chen walked out of the kitchen quickly, wiping her wet hands on the navy blue cotton apron before opening the door.

"Dr. Qian. Aunt Chen's expression has always been small, but at this time she seemed softer, and she turned sideways to let the people outside the door in.

Feng Yanming sat up, smiling and waiting for outsiders to come over.

Removing his shoes and entering the door was a gray-haired man who looked to be in his thirties, but half of his hair was white, typical of little white. He was not tall, dressed in loose casual clothes, and carried a quaint, old, and intricately carved wooden medicine kit.

"Yan Ming, you are in good spirits today!" Qian Qingshan said with a hearty smile, he thanked Aunt Chen for opening the door for him, and then strode towards Feng Yanming. He is neither fat nor thin, with a well-proportioned figure, and a particularly energetic spirit around him.

"Qingshan, don't give me psychological hints, my own body, I know it in my heart. Feng Yanming lay on the sofa with a wry smile.

"Okay, then I'll give you a few moxibustion first. ”

Qian Qingshan is Feng Yanming's exclusive moxibustion master, from a few years ago, after Feng Yanming had a serious illness, it was difficult to sit and lie down, it was Aunt Chen who found Qian Qingshan and asked him to help moxibustion Feng Yanming.

Qian Qingshan fed Feng Yanming about ten times of moxibustion, and Feng Yanming, who had been bedridden for half a year, gradually recovered and could walk and work on his own.

Therefore, Feng Yanming trusted Qian Qingshan's moxibustion technique very much. On weekdays, he performs gentle moxibustion on some commonly used acupuncture points, such as Zusanli, Yongquan and other acupoints. Qian Qingshan came over once a week to perform the family tradition of open fire moxibustion for him.

Qian Qingshan's moxibustion technique is a family tradition. The most special thing is an open flame moxibustion that is difficult for others to master.

It directly burns a special substance made of mugwort and ginger shreds to stimulate acupuncture points and achieve the effects of treatment, health and health.

Qian Qingshan was about to take out the special moxa wool in his medicine box, when Feng Yanming suddenly said: "Qingshan, can you help me try another kind of mugwort leaves today." ”

"What?" Qian Qingshan stopped his movements and said with some doubts, "What quality of moxa wool will be aged for a few years?"

Qian Qingshan never used mugwort wool from unknown channels. The mugwort he used was made by himself.

Picked on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival every year, planted on the slopes of the sunny mountains with perennial sunlight, only mugwort leaves are selected. After picking, it is naturally dried, pounded by hand, and aged for three years before it can be used as a mugwort for treatment.

Feng Yanming naturally knew Qian Qingshan's habits, but he said this for a special reason.

Feng Yanming pointed to a climbing vine plant in the corner of the wall and said, "This is a special wormwood, I want to know how effective it is." ”

Qian Qingshan stretched out his head to look at it, smiled dumbly, and said, "Yan Ming, are you joking with me? Where is this wormwood, wormwood doesn't look like this." Wormwood is not a climbing plant. ”

Qian Qingshan saw a corner of the living room, a plant covering about one square meter of wall, and the leaf color was almost glass-like transparent green. It looks beautiful, but it can't be wormwood at all.

Qian Qingshan has been dealing with wormwood all year round, and he can tell the quality of wormwood with his eyes closed, and he can see at a glance that there is no wormwood like this in the world.

"You're mistaken, it's not wormwood. Qian Qingshan shook his head and said.

"No, it's wormwood. Feng Yanming was very stubborn and said affirmatively.

“。。。 Qian Qingshan looked at Feng Yanming tangledly, speechless for a long time.

"I want to pluck the leaves and try moxibustion once. Feng Yanming thought of this kind of description in the secret space, and he always had this idea in his heart. So all the crystals he got were exchanged for seeds for this plant.

“。。。 Even if it is mugwort leaves, it has to be dried, processed, pounded, and where can it be used for a while. Qian Qingshan shook his head inexplicably.

"You can make moxa sticks directly. Feng Yanming blurted out that this feature was told to him by the intelligent system in the secret space, and it stands to reason that there will be no mistake.

Qian Qingshan refused again and again, but Feng Yanming made up his mind and insisted on moxibustion himself with this unknown vine grass. Qian Qingshan was helpless about Feng Yanming's stubbornness, so he could only follow Feng Yanming's statement and start picking leaves and kneading moxa sticks.

"Since you have to do this, then I can only use gentle moxibustion. Qian Qingshan refused to use unknown materials to carry out open fire moxibustion, and told Feng Yanming in advance.

"Okay. Feng Yanming nodded, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Qian Qingshan picked a handful of leaves from the wall, put them on the clean coffee table next to the sofa, and began to make moxa sticks from this transparent and turquoise leaf.

His movements were very skillful, and in the blink of an eye, a large handful of leaves were kneaded into Qingtuan.

Qian Qingshan found a clean A4 white paper, and rolled this ball of grass balls, which was still very good-looking, into a moxa stick the size of a ham sausage with white paper. (To be continued.) )