Festivals and the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Health Preservation Scripture

On the day Qin Yue returned home, it rained heavily. The blood-stained ancestral "Health Sutra" in his arms suddenly became scalding hot. The moment blood soaked the pages—— [Year-Old Health System] exploded in his mind: "From today on, the rotation of the solar terms will be the sword in your hand." On Qingming rain, he picked a handful of tender tea and made my grandma, who had been paralyzed for three years, stand up tremblingly. On Dragon Boat Festival, he sewed a few sachets, and the poisonous insects, rats, and ants in the village disappeared overnight. On the night of the winter solstice, a bowl of ginger and vinegar dumplings made the old Orion's legs, which had been cold for thirty years, feel as warm as spring. At first, the villagers sneered: "Xiao Yue is fooling around?" Later, the richest man in the county drove three hundred miles overnight just for a handful of wormwood hanging under his eaves. Later, an overseas consortium came to his door with a blank check, begging him for the recipe for mung bean soup during the Great Heat. However, Qin Yue only guarded the ancestral courtyard, waving the cattail leaf fan under the sycamore tree. Despite the rows of luxury cars and celebrities gathering outside his door, he raised his eyes and looked at the almanac: "The frost will come tomorrow, it's time to dry the tangerine peel." ——I only use the twenty-four solar terms to prescribe prescriptions for the myriad diseases in this world.