The more everyone thought about Qin Min's proposal, the more happy they became, and they even couldn't hold it back.

I just want to hurry up until the next day, if the python is still in the waterhole, they can leave the thatched hut and hunt to their heart's content nearby.

When the python left the waterhole and the thatched hut rose with warning black smoke, they quickly rushed back to the thatched hut with a full load of prey.

It's a risky plan, but it's not a good idea, and at least it will help them get out of their current predicament.

I never thought that the next day, the python didn't know when it left, and it wasn't in the pool.

Everyone waited in disappointment for a day in the thatched hut, but they didn't wait for the python to visit the waterhole.

Fu Minglai took the opportunity to scoop up a lot of fine sand from the bottom of the waterhole to make sandbags for massage exercises.

The five fine sandbags he made yesterday were accidentally broken, and the sand fell into the mud, and he had to make a few more sandbags.

On the third day, the sky was overcast, and from time to time a few dark clouds drifted by, as if it was about to rain.

Everyone was depressed and drinking wild vegetable soup in the thatched hut, "Didn't that python come today?"

"No, I've been there several times since I got up in the morning, and I haven't even seen a shadow."

Hearing this, several people sighed in unison.

"That python won't stop coming in the future, will it?"

"Perhaps, that python doesn't use the waterhole as a fixed base, so why does it come here so often, maybe once or twice once in a while."

"It's good to come once or twice once in a while, I'm afraid it won't come in the future."

Others sighed again when they thought of this.

Qin Min, "......"

Is that giant python now a fragrant bait and a guest?

After Qin Min finished eating the wild vegetable soup, she first went to Fu Mingyi to help her do rehabilitation training, and then went to Uncle Liang's house.

Liang Bo flashed his waist this time, and could only lie on the bed to recuperate, and there was no way to concoct medicinal herbs again.

Qin Min took over the preparation work and learned how to concoct herbs under the guidance of Liang Bo.

Seeing that it would not rain for a while, she took the amaranth that had not yet dried outside the house to dry.

I also picked out some amaranth that had dried in the sun two days ago, cut them into sections, and stored them.

Fu Minglai practiced massage techniques on the side.

He followed Qin Min's one-finger meditation method, pressing his thumb against the sandbag, and his forearm driving the wrist joint to make his thumb swing.

"Torah."

Fu Minglai didn't use much force before his thumb poked into the sandbag, and the sand leaked out of the gap in the sandbag.

It was also thanks to him that he had put the sandbags in the basin beforehand.

Even if the sandbag is broken, the sand will only flow into the basin and can be rewrapped and reused, without the need to go down to the bottom of the pool.

Qin Min looked at the twelfth sandbag that had been harmed by this person, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Unexpectedly, the complicated and difficult meridian diagram did not make it difficult for Fu Minglai, but it was a massage technique that ordinary people could learn in a few hours, which stumped him.

It can be seen that a person's strength is not necessarily a good thing, and this has not become a shackle on the road of a generation of massage masters?

Fu Minglai didn't care, and brought another sandbag and put it in the basin.

Qin Min cut and stored all the amaranth in sections, and then stretched out his hand to Fu Minglai, "Do you want to use a sandbag, press it for me first?"

Fu Ming was stunned, "Press it for you?"

Qin Min nodded, "People are different from sandbags after all, if you really don't need sandbags, you can try them on people first."

Fu Ming glanced at the slender wrist, and the skin and bones were like this, "Then I'll find someone else to try."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Qin Min grabbed his clothes with his backhand, "If you look for them, you might as well use sandbags, right?"

Those people are strong and stronger, stronger than sandbags, where can they practice the strength of their hands.

Fu Minglai, "Then use a sandbag."

"Press it on me, and I'll see how you exert your strength."

Fu Ming looked at her palm that was stretched out in the air, was silent, and brought a stool to put beside her.

Then, out of the thatched hut.

Qin Min's hand was still fixed in the air, "??"

Fu Minglai came back quickly and wiped his hands with a face towel.

Qin Min saw his hands stained with water droplets, and fell silent.

She had just gotten the herbs, and there were still some grass clippings on her hands, and he had been touching the sandbags and sand, obviously it was the dirty hands of the two of them, how could he sneak away to wash his hands.

She subconsciously withdrew her hand, but his wrist was held by him.

Fu Minglai said with a faint expression: "What are you hiding, isn't it to see what is wrong with my strength?"

Qin Min saw that he didn't care, so he calmly put his hand on his warm palm, and said softly, "Then you press it."

Fu Minglai wiped off the grass clippings on her hands, pinched the tips of her index fingers, kneaded them little by little along the finger joints, and slowly pressed them to the root of her fingers.

He pinched the base of her finger and pulled it out, only to hear a crunch "click".

It doesn't hurt, but it's a little sore.

Qin Min nodded secretly in her heart, it was not a loss that she was the massage master she fancied, and he had great potential.

Fu Minglai finished pressing one finger, and then moved the next finger, and the nails inadvertently and gently scraped the softest palm meat.

Qin Min's scalp couldn't help tingling, and he silently recited several times in his heart, "This person didn't mean it", and cleared his mind.

Fu Minglai pressed her five fingers, and the thumb and fingertips fell on the flesh of her palm, turning and pressing gently.

Qin Min kept silently counting the acupuncture points he pressed, and suddenly said, "You have been pressing my stomach meridian and intestine meridians, do you think my stomach is not good?"

Fu Minglai didn't look up, squeezed her hand, and said lightly, "If the little lady had a good stomach, she wouldn't be so thin."

Qin Min raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you say I grew meat before?"

"Still thin."

From thin and out of phase to skin and bones, it is long flesh, and it is also thin, and it is a bone wherever it is pinched.

It's a pity that all the bears in this neighborhood are gone.

The only ...... that is more tonic for the body That python?

Fu Minglai's expression did not move, only a faint light flashed in the depths of his black eyes.

Although the giant python is not enough to thank the little lady's meridian diagram, it can barely be regarded as a bit of a thank-you gift.

Qin Min also knew that he was unhealthy to be thin, "Hey, take your time, it's impossible to become a fat person in one bite."

Fu Minglai nodded.

He really has to take his time, he just got this meridian map, and he is still combing the meridians in his body little by little.

At least wait for another half a month, so that he won't even have the strength to fight with the giant python like he does now.

Fu Minglai pressed every part of her palm, then let go of his hand, "Okay."

Qin Min turned his wrist, and vaguely felt that his wrist was a lot easier when he turned.

Although Fu Minglai is not proficient in the control of strength and technique, he obviously has pressed the position of the acupuncture points and meridians in place.

"Isn't that a good press? With your strength, you won't break the sandbag."

Fu Minglai said softly, "That's a sandbag after all."

Who would be nervous to be so cautious about a punching bag.

"If you're interested in massage, you can press the sandbag more often, which can help you exercise your technique and strength."

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