Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 704 - Chapter 704 696. Pick the yellow wormwood _1

Chapter 704: 696. Pick the yellow wormwood _1 Chapter 704: 696. Pick the yellow wormwood _1 “I can’t guarantee that.”

Guo Dong spoke truthfully, “This is moxibustion, not taking Immortal Pill; how can you achieve whatever effect you want just by wanting it? It mainly depends on you.”

She was quite blunt, “Look at you, always sitting still; your limbs are gradually weakening. Since the spleen governs the limbs, it’s definitely not functioning well.”

“Moxibustion can help you generate some vital energy, but you’ve got to move around! You can do some chores when you’re free, feed the pigs, feed the dogs… I don’t believe you won’t have any physical activity all day long!”

Zhang Yanping: … Is it wrong to be a bit lazy?

The most exercise he had gotten since he came here was going up and down the stairs. If he were at home, despite his mom’s verbal complaints, she would watch her tanned boy with such heartache that she’d wish she could bring the meals right to his hand!

Guo Dong, then, took back the Ai Tiao and pointed at the window, “I’ll go out first; you can close the window a little bit later…”

The smoke from the new mugwort was heavy and it was wrapped in plain paper, which made it somewhat choking to burn. Thankfully, the scent of mugwort was strong enough that it wasn’t too unbearable.

She gracefully went downstairs, and the aunties in the corridor had resumed their work. Qiaoqiao was happily twisting Ai Tiao, already piling up a small heap.

Seeing her coming down, everyone began talking at once:

“Doctor Xiaoguo, would it be convenient for you if I came to you after lunch?”

“I’ll make a simple lunch today; once I finish up here, is it okay if I come over around ten-something?”

“Doctor Guo, can moxibustion treat coughs? My granddaughter keeps coughing, and it hasn’t gotten better since she was sent back to the countryside…”

Guo Dong, good-natured as ever, answered each question in turn. Seeing that Zhang Yanping was coming down the stairs without any equipment in hand, she knew that he had indeed left the camera in his room.

— Hypnosis live streaming was really just about putting up a show for the duration.

Remembering how careless he was with his words, she got quite serious, “Song Tan, your cousin has some minor health issues. Don’t let him sit around all the time at home; doing some work wouldn’t hurt.”

Despite saying this when the farming season was slowing down, was there ever a lack of chores at home?

Not only him, but even Seventh Uncle chimed in with an “ouch”: “There’s just the task… Yanping, the chrysanthemums on that hillside are growing pretty well; you could pick some in the morning or evening to dry.”

The wild chrysanthemums here had tiny blossoms, truly inconspicuous, with buds about the size of green beans.

But if the sunshine was good for the year, the dried buds would smell like cantaloupe–not to mention how lovely the scent was.

Over the years, as fewer people in his hometown picked them, these flowers had become rarer. Luckily, the two or three hundred mu of land that Song Tan had recently leased were all on gentle slopes, uneven with bunches here and there, looking quite abundant.

Zhang Yanping’s eyes immediately widened–Even if he picked the flowers in the cooler morning or evening, he’d still sweat buckets! How could that compare to the comfort of an air-conditioned room?

He tried to make an excuse, “Just standing there picking chrysanthemums won’t get me any exercise.”

“No worries,” Seventh Uncle said considerately, “I just want you to get familiar with the work environment first. In a couple of days, you’ll need to cut down two carts worth of mugwort for me, I’m planning to dry some beans.”

“Come on, go to the warehouse and bring me a hundred or so pounds of soybeans.”

A hundred pounds?!

Zhang Yanping immediately looked towards Song Tan.

It wasn’t that he lacked ambition; it was just that no one at home did manual labor as efficiently as his cousin!

However, Song Tan was there pretending to examine the Ai Tiao, while simultaneously showing concern for him:

“Brother Yanping, don’t be so earnest. He said a hundred pounds, but did he ask you to carry it all at once? You can just carry ten pounds at a time.”

Zhang Yanping: …

So, you just can’t feel at ease today without putting him to work, right?

He thought bitterly: If only I had known, I would have been the first guinea pig! Now look at me, Xin Jun lies upstairs, sleeping soundly, while I’m here moving soybeans…

…

Zhang Yanping’s regret apparently came a bit too early.

There were so many people in the house, including Seventh Uncle and Master Qian’s apprentice, Wang Xiaoshun. Yet together, they managed to keep him running around in circles.

“Kid, why don’t you see work when it’s in front of you? Now that the beans are here, wash them with water, rinse them well. And while you’re at it, pick out the bad ones too.”

Zhang Yanping attempted to slack off: “I can’t do it. What if I mistakenly throw away the good beans, what a waste that would be!”

But Wang Xiaoshun was even more patient than him. Now, he squatted beside him at the sink, pointing to the soybeans soaking in the basin: “I’ll teach you–it’s pretty obvious. The bad soybeans are the ones that have changed color, and also these that stay afloat no matter how much you stir…”

With such simplicity, even Zhang Yanping, thick-skinned as he was, started to feel a little embarrassed.

This year’s soybeans were of high quality, plump and round, dried to a golden crispness.

The whoosh of the flowing water that rinsed and soaked them hardly got cloudy at all. Even the bad beans picked out were few and far between.

But it was still tiring work. Aside from everything else, continuously stirring and washing hundreds of pounds of soybeans was quite the task…

As Guo Dong was leaving, he glanced over and thought: The spleen governs transformation and the limbs, true, but no conditioning treatment would be as effective as him stirring these beans more.

With hundreds of pounds of beans soaking, the courtyard was lined with five or six large basins–and they weren’t even done yet!

As noon approached, Seventh Uncle instructed: “Have a rest after lunch. Once Lianhua has scrubbed and cleaned several pots, you’ll start the fire near the stove and cook the beans as well.”

Holding a bowl of mung bean soup, he was extremely pleased with his new muscular laborer: “Ah, cooking these hundreds of pounds of soybeans, with my three large pots, could take all afternoon, right?”

Zhang Yanping’s vision went dark!

Wang Xiaoshun, ever honest and simple, smiled at him:

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you slowly anything you don’t know today. My master said your family’s watermelons are tasty. These few days, since we’re free, we could collaborate and make watermelon preserve.”

“And the red chili peppers in the vegetable garden really aren’t bad, perfect for making a flavorful sauce!”

“With your help, we can make extra, it’s the most convenient thing to eat when we’re busy.”

Zhang Yanping: … Maybe I should just take the civil service exam instead.

Song Tan got excited: “Let’s do it, do it, do it! Seventh Uncle, Master Xiaowang, don’t be shy about asking for help. Whether it’s bean paste or watermelon preserve, make extra, how about another two hundred pounds of soybeans for each–to sell right now is perfect!”

It’s not that she wanted to exploit Zhang Yanping, it’s just that she’d glanced again at the quotation for the factory on the mountain…

Hiss!

It’s up to 1,200 yuan per square meter now!

How to put it, spend this year’s earnings on the family house, next year’s, pile it onto the factory!

Luckily, the tea leaves trimmed on the mountain had been cultivating for nearly two months, and the autumn harvest might catch a good wave. Otherwise, between buying seedlings and livestock…

My wallet truly can’t keep up!