Taohuayuan signed in for a month and was longing for exposure

Chapter 133 Traditional Chinese Medicine Massage
"Miaomiao, do you know how to massage?" Lin Ye asked.

He had never enjoyed this treatment before.

Miaomiao nodded.

"Grandpa won't let me press the guy." Miaomiao stuck out her tongue.

Of course, brother Ye can make an exception.

Miaomiao added a sentence in her heart.

"Traditional Chinese medicine includes massage. Press the meridians and acupoints on the human body with your hands, and use techniques such as pushing, holding, lifting, pinching, and kneading to treat." Miaomiao stretched out her hand and pressed on Lin Ye's shoulder. talking.

Needless to say, Miaomiao's pressing technique was in place, and Lin Ye felt that his arm, which was still sore just now, suddenly relieved a lot.

"You can do it this way." Lin Ye was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Miaomiao sister had this skill.

"Really?" Miaomiao strengthened her hand a bit.

Lin Ye felt his muscles become more active, which was refreshing.

If it wasn't for the live broadcast, he would have hummed comfortably.

Resisted not to make a sound.

"If the strength is too heavy or too light, Brother Ye, you can remind me at any time so that I can adjust." Miaomiao said.

Chinese massage and massage is an ancient subject with a history of thousands of years. As early as in the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic, there is a description about massage, "If the meridians are blocked, the disease is born of inhumaneness, and it can be cured by massage."

For thousands of years, this discipline has been continuously developed, and now it has occupied a pivotal position in traditional Chinese medicine.

Cupping, scraping, pedicure and other therapies are widely known.

Of course, Lin Ye refers to the regular one.

Massage in the real medical field.

"Miaomiao, can you give me a massage later? Me," Lu Yao said from the side.

"Sure, sister Lu Yao, is there something uncomfortable for you?" Miaomiao asked.

"Does it count as being depressed?" Lu Yao blinked her eyes.

"Uh..." Lin Ye directly refused for Miaomiao.

Miaomiao is already very tired every day, and you want her to massage you?

This is somewhat unreasonable.

If it is a stiff neck, heavy humidity, and massage therapy is needed, then Lin Ye will not say anything, the doctor is a parent.

But in a bad mood.
Miaomiao still listened to Lin Ye very much.

Lu Yao had no choice but to give up this idea.

After massaging for a while, Miaomiao stopped.

Traditional Chinese massage emphasizes that enough is enough. If you press for a long time, it may cause muscle damage instead.

Many people feel back pain the next day after massage, which is caused by inaccurate pressing techniques or excessive force.

After Miaomiao squeezed her shoulders like this, Lin Ye felt that the fatigue in his body was relieved a lot.

After such a long time, the ink has already dried, so Lin Ye and Miaomiao painted the wall with varnish.

One bucket of varnish was not enough, so Lin Ye brought two more buckets.

After everything was finished, Lin Ye specially stood in the distance to observe his work.

At this stage, he has done everything he can do.

Of course, due to conditional constraints, this is definitely not his full level of performance.

Painting is best performed on rice paper.

"Looking at it from a distance, it's more artistic, Brother Ye, you're amazing." Miaomiao praised.

"Little girl." Lin Ye rubbed Miaomiao's hair.

If you eat hot pot at noon, you don't need to cook, you just need to wash the dishes and it's ok.

It is easy before eating, but after eating, there are many things that need to be cleaned.

The table after eating hot pot is no different from a mess.

So before Lin Ye ate hot pot, he seldom ate it at home.

It's too much trouble to pack up after eating.

It doesn't cost much to go out to eat. If you get a coupon, it will be more cost-effective. The per capita price does not exceed [-].

Now in the village there is no way.

There is a hot pot restaurant of a different brand in the town, but Lin Ye is not interested in eating it.

It is Miaomiao and Lu Yao's job to wash and choose vegetables.

Miaomiao looked at the vegetables in the pool and felt helpless.

But soon, all kinds of dishes were sorted by Miaomiao and put on the plate.

Lu Yao put the plate on the table.

The table was gradually filled.

Grandpa Sun said with emotion, this is a rich scene that can only be seen during the Chinese New Year.

In the past, I was afraid that it was the New Year's Eve at the landlord's house, so I would not be willing to eat so lavishly.

Lin Ye took out the induction cooker, poured vinegar, washed it with hot water to remove the smell, placed the induction cooker in the center of the table, and turned it on.

Boiled a pot of pork ribs to make soup.

Pour in bone broth, add mushrooms, wolfberry, shiitake mushrooms, red dates, pour hot pot ingredients into it, and the base is complete.

Considering Grandpa Sun, Lin Ye used the mandarin duck pot bottom.

Chili on one side and clear soup on the other.

"It smells so good." After the pot boiled, Lin Ye began to add vegetables to it.

Boil for 3 minutes, then you can pick it up and eat.

Eat whatever you want.

Soon, everyone started eating.

It was the first time for Miaomiao to eat hot pot. It felt very fresh and she wanted to eat everything, so she couldn't eat it after a while.

The one with the strongest fighting power is Lu Yao.

From the beginning to the end, Lin Ye admired it a little.

After eating a bowl, Grandpa Sun was busy sorting the herbs.

He can't do any heavy work now, all he does is what he can do.

But enough.

Miaomiao and Lin Ye won't make Grandpa Sun too tired.

After all, as you get older, your body is not as good as before.

No matter how much you pay attention to health preservation, it can't be worth the age.

"Happy water, is there any more?" Lu Yao asked.

"It's gone, do you still eat?" Lin Ye didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"It's almost there. I'm so full from lunch today. I'm going to exercise in the afternoon to digest it." Lu Yao chuckled.

Miaomiao took care of the mess.

Lu Yao is a guest, how could she be allowed to do this kind of work.

Brother Ye is a patient, so he shouldn't be overworked.

After eating, Lin Ye took a stool and sat in the yard.

It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't signed in today.

The sign-in is not positive, and there is a problem with thinking.

Lin Ye closed his eyes for a nap, entered the system with his thoughts, and started to sign in.

"Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in and obtaining Master Craftsman Lv.5."

Master craftsman?
Lin Ye was slightly stunned, and clicked on the details of this skill.

A craftsman, commonly known as a craftsman, refers to a person who works with manual skills or other skills, including potters, bricklayers, blacksmiths, weavers, carpenters, etc.
Lin Ye understood a little bit.

Does the system want to create a renaissance by itself?

Many crafts are sunset industries that are about to withdraw from the stage of history.

Among the dazzling array of crafts, Lin Ye saw sugar figurines, shadow puppetry, and these obscure professions.

After clicking to learn, a lot of complicated technical knowledge was integrated into Lin Ye's mind, and his memory was as fresh as ever.

As the saying goes, art is not overwhelming.

In any case, learn first and then talk, it will always be useful in the future.

Miaomiao finished washing the dishes, brought a stool over, and sat next to Lin Ye.

"Brother Ye, in the afternoon, I want to go to the vegetable field and chop up all the cabbages, pull them back and pickle them to make pickles. If I don't get them back, they will almost rot in the field." Miaomiao said to Lin Ye.

"Well, it's time to get it back. Food can't be wasted." Lin Ye nodded.

The cabbage is a bit too much, and it is also a bit heavy, and it can't be filled in several snakeskin bags.

Lin Ye saw a wheelbarrow on the side of the yard, which he could use to push.

"Let's rest for a while, go take a nap, the afternoon is very long." Lin Ye said to Miaomiao.

"I'm not sleepy, Brother Ye, give me your hand." Miaomiao looked at Lin Ye.

Lin Ye? ?
Reach out.

Miaomiao turned Lin Ye's hand over, palm facing up, two slender fingers resting on Lin Ye's pulse, icy and cool.

(End of this chapter)