flee from famine!After being forced to sell to a rough man, I counterattacked

Chapter 67 You Help Me Press
The more everyone thought about Qin Min's proposal, the happier they became, and they couldn't hold it back.

They just wanted to hurry up to the next day. If the giant python was still in the pool, they could leave the thatched cottage and hunt around to their heart's content.

When the giant python left the pool, warning black smoke rose from the thatched cottage, and they rushed back to the thatched cottage with a full load of prey.

Although this plan is risky, it is worth a try, at least it will allow them to break out of the current predicament.

He never thought that the next day, the giant python left at some point and was not in the pool.

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

Fu Minglai took the opportunity to fish a lot of fine sand from the bottom of the pool to use as sandbags for massage practice.

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

On the third day, the sky was gloomy, with a few dark clouds passing by from time to time, as if it was about to rain.

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

"No, I went to see it several times when I got up in the morning, and I didn't even see a shadow."

Hearing this, several people sighed in unison.

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

"Maybe, it doesn't regard the water pool as a fixed base, so why does it come here often, maybe only 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."

Thinking of this, the others sighed again.

Qin Min, "..."

Is that giant python now a favorite or a guest?

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

Uncle Liang froze this time, so he could only lie on the bed to recuperate, he couldn't concoct any more medicinal herbs.

Qin Min took over the processing work and learned how to process medicinal herbs under Liang Bo's guidance.

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

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

Fu Minglai practiced massage techniques beside him.

He pressed the sandbag with his thumb according to the one-finger Zen push method Qin Min said, and his forearm drove the wrist joint to swing his thumb.

"Tear."

Before Fu Minglai could use much force, his thumb stuck into the sandbag, and the sand leaked out from the gap of the sandbag.

It is also thanks to him that he put the sandbag in the basin in advance.

Even if the sandbag is broken, the sand will only flow into the basin, which can be repacked and reused, and there is no need to go to the bottom of the pool to fish it.

Qin Min shook his head involuntarily as he looked at No. 12 sandbags that were harmed by this person.

Unexpectedly, Fu Minglai was not troubled by the complicated and difficult diagram of meridians, but by the massage techniques that ordinary people can learn in a few hours.

It can be seen that a person who is too strong is not necessarily a good thing. Doesn't this 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 the amaranthus into sections and stored them, and then stretched out his hand to Fu Minglai, "Why don't you use sandbags and press them for me first?"

Fu Minglai was startled, "Press it for you?"

Qin Min nodded, "People are different from sandbags after all. If you really can't use sandbags, you can try it on people first."

Fu Ming took a look at the unbelievably slender wrist, and it was just like that, "Then I'll find someone else to try it on."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Qin Min grabbed his clothes with his backhand, "Why don't you use sandbags to find them?"

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

Fu Minglai said, "Then use sandbags."

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

Fu Minglai looked at her outstretched palms in the air, fell silent, and brought a stool beside her.

Then, walked 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, and fell silent for a while.

She had just got the herbs, and there were still some grass clippings on her hands. He had been touching the sandbags and sand. It was obvious that the hands of the two were dirty together. Why did he sneak away to wash his hands?

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

Fu Minglai said calmly: "What to hide, isn't it to see if there is any problem with my exertion?"

Seeing that he didn't care, Qin Min calmly put his hand on his warm palm and said warmly, "Then press it."

Fu Ming came to wipe off the grass clippings on her hand, then pinched the tip of her index finger, kneaded it along the knuckles of her finger bit by bit, and slowly pressed it to the base of the finger.

He pinched the root of her finger and stretched it out lightly, only to hear a crisp "click".

Not painful, but a little sour.

Qin Min nodded secretly in her heart, it's no wonder that the masseuse master she fancy has great potential.

After Fu Minglai pressed one finger, he moved to the next finger, and his nails inadvertently and lightly scraped the softest flesh of the palm.

Qin Min's scalp couldn't help but tingle, and he silently recited "This person didn't do it on purpose" several times in his heart, purifying his mind.

After Fu Minglai pressed her five fingers, the ball of his thumb landed on the flesh of her palm, turning it around and pressing gently.

Qin Min kept silently counting the acupuncture points he pressed, and suddenly said: "You keep pressing my stomach meridian and intestinal meridian, do you think my stomach is not good?"

Fu Minglai didn't raise his head, squeezed her hand, and said softly: "If my little lady has a good stomach, she won't be so thin."

Qin Min raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you say that I have gained weight before?"

"Still skinny."

From thin and out of shape to skinny and bony, it means that you have gained flesh, but you are also thin, and you can pinch bones everywhere.

It's a pity that all the bears around here are gone.

The only one that is more healthy... that giant python?
Fu Minglai's expression remained motionless, only a faint light flashed in the depths of his black eyes.

Although the giant python is not enough to thank the little lady for the meridian map, it can barely be regarded as a thank you.

Qin Min also knew that he was unhealthily thin, "Hey, take your time, it's impossible to become fat with one bite."

Fu Minglai nodded.

It is true that he has to take his time, he has just obtained this meridian map, and he is still sorting out the meridians in his body little by little.

At least half a month later, he won't be as powerless as he is now to fight against the giant python.

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

Qin Min turned his wrist, vaguely feeling a lot easier when turning his wrist.

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

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

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

Who would be so wary of a sandbag?

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

(End of this chapter)