Chapter 208: Cold in the Stomach
Seeing the woman untying her apron and about to catch the chicken, Pan Yun called her and said, "Good man, I have some meat here!"

Miao He immediately took out the meat in his hand and handed it to the woman, saying, "This is wolf meat. You can stew a big pot of it. I have some spices to add."

They are said to be spices, but they are actually some medicines.

"This..." The woman was surprised and hurried to see the village chief.

The village chief was also shocked and quickly declined, saying, "How can I let the Taoist spend money? Although my family is poor, we still have a chicken. Why don't you go and kill the chicken?"

"Village chief, this is wolf meat. We hunted it in the mountains last night. I thought the wolf's appearance was strange at the time. Today, after meeting the two good people, I realized that the wolf came for the good people." Pan Yun looked at the woman and smiled, "Good people, have you felt your stomach is as cold as a rock, your stomach is cold and your heart is cold, and you occasionally have abdominal pain, but you can't go to the toilet?"

The woman's eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly, "Yes, that's right."

"This wolf meat is the medicine to cure you. So it's not that we are being polite to the good people, but it's destiny. God let us encounter the wolf so that we can save the good people. This is the good people's merit."

The village chief and his wife both widened their eyes and respectfully took the wolf meat from Miaohe's hands. "There are so many. Have you stewed them all?"

Miao He said, "Divide it into three portions. Your illness is serious. You can eat three meals in a row. After three meals of wolf meat, you should be cured."

The woman agreed and asked in a low voice: "Little Taoist priest, what is my illness?"

"Why are you asking so many questions?" The village chief said, "Just eat what I tell you to eat."

Miaohe glanced at the village chief and explained gently, "There is a buildup of cold in your abdomen that has been stagnant for a long time. To put it bluntly, it is because your stomach is too cold that you cannot have your period and you are constipated."

The villagers nearby smiled and said, "Isn't it just that he can't poop? It doesn't sound like a serious problem. Aunt San, are you relieved now?"

Miao He frowned and said quickly and hastily, "How can it not be a serious illness? What goes in should come out..."

"Yes, yes, but it's okay if we don't go out. We don't eat much, and who can go to the toilet every day?"

Pan Yun smiled and said, "But cold accumulation in the abdomen is a disease, and in severe cases it can be fatal."

"Dead?" The villagers were shocked and doubtful. "How could someone die if they just can't use the toilet?"

Pan Yun: "I was suffocated to death."

The villagers were so choked that they could not utter a word of objection.

The woman took the wolf meat with trembling hands and quickly took it to the kitchen to cook.

Miaohe pretended to take out a few packages of things from her bag, and after she stewed the wolf meat, she added some spices and medicinal herbs.

It can remove the fishy smell and enhance the effect of wolf meat.

Because of this incident, the village chief forgot about his hospitality to Pan Yun and the other two. He followed his wife around, muttering, "Why didn't you tell anyone that you were sick? What would happen to our family if something happened?"

The wife said in shame: "I thought it was just a minor problem, how could I know it was so serious?"

The daughter-in-law at the side said: "Dad, I think those three little Taoist priests are very young, maybe they are liars."

The village chief frowned, looked outside nervously and said, "Don't talk nonsense. This place is close to Longhu Mountain and there are many capable people. You can offend anyone but not the Taoist priest."

He didn't think Pan Yun and the others were that powerful, he just adopted the attitude of trying to please them rather than offend them.

But they gave meat, wolf meat!
Which Taoist priest brings his own meat when begging for alms? It's obvious that he doesn't eat for free.

The village chief said to his eldest daughter-in-law in displeasure: "Your mother is not feeling well, and you don't know how to take care of her. From today on, you will do the kitchen work by yourselves, and your mother needs to rest."

His wife quickly tugged at his sleeve, but the village chief ignored her and grabbed her hand, saying, "The Taoist priest said that this meat should be eaten for three meals in a row. Cut off two pieces quickly and salt them."

The village chief personally took a knife and cut off two pieces of meat. He was worried about his daughters-in-law, so he pickled them himself and took them back to the house and hung them.

He decided to cut a little bit every day and stew it for his wife.

After he finished everything, Pan Yun and the other two, led by the villagers, took a tour of the village.

Miao Zhen said: "The feng shui of your village is quite good, with dense water networks and a hillside behind. I took a look and found that the wind is drawn into the water and the land is fertile. It is indeed a place of good harvest, but you..."

She looked up and down at the villagers' faces, observed their qi and said, "Your qi is very weak, which is a sign of poverty."

The villagers said indifferently: "As long as we can have a good harvest, we are just tenant farmers who work on the land for others. If we are not poor, how can we become rich?"

Pan Yun: "The feng shui is good, and you are not lazy. Logically, your energy will become more and more prosperous, and you should become richer and richer."

Pan Yun looked them up and down with his talent, and after a moment he said, "Someone is trying to steal your luck."

The villagers' faces changed, and they looked around in fear, and asked in a low voice: "Is it our landlord, Mr. Huang?"

Pan Yun asked, "Is all the land in your village owned by Mr. Huang?"

"That's not the case. Each of our families has some, but not much. We just grow our own land, which can't support so many people, so we rent some from Master Huang."

"He has a lot of land. Half of the land cultivated by every household in the village is rented from him."

Pan Yun asked: "How much is the rent for the land?"

Villager: "Seventy percent."

The smiles on Pan Yun and Miao Zhen Miao He's faces suddenly fell, and they frowned and said, "Seventy percent of the land rent?"

The villagers said as if it was normal: "Yes, it is already considered low. In the past two years, we had to harvest 80% of it."

Pan Yun smiled again and asked, "Why is Mr. Huang so kind that he changed the fee to 70%?"

The villagers lowered their voices and said, "It was the seventh son of the village chief who caused the trouble. It was also because Mr. Huang collected too much rent. In those two years, the people in the village could hardly make ends meet. Alas, Deng Yun couldn't stand it, so he started a trouble and ended up ruining the family." "Look at their big blue brick and tile house. They used to live well, but it has been bad since he started the trouble."

Pan Yun: "After the incident, how did Deng Yun do?"

"He escaped, and the government couldn't catch him, so he came to trouble the Deng family. It was Mr. Huang who put aside the past grudges and interceded for them, and the government let them go. Mr. Huang is a good person. Although Deng Yun made trouble for him, he still let his family continue to be the village chief. Otherwise, with the friendship between Mr. Huang and the head of the village, the position of village chief would have been replaced long ago."

Pan Jun sneered after hearing this, "It seems that Mr. Huang is a pretty good person."

The villagers nodded repeatedly and said affirmatively: "That's great. They even reduced our land rent by 10%."

So the villagers were very satisfied.

Pan Yun asked, "Where is Mr. Huang's home?"

The villagers enthusiastically showed them the way, "Go along the main road until you reach the town. The one with the largest house and the most impressive entrance is the one."

Pan Yun took note of it and went back with the villagers.

The village chief was about to go out to look for them, but when he saw them come back, he immediately and warmly invited them to sit down and wait for dinner.

The village chief was only concerned about one thing, "Little Taoist Priest, when you came into the village, you said that our village will also have a good harvest next year?"

Pan Yun smiled and said, "Yes, your village will still have a bumper harvest next year."

"Thank you for your good words, thank you for your good words." The village chief smiled so much that his eyes narrowed, and he was very happy about it.

The wolf meat was stewed quickly. In addition to a large pot of wolf meat, the village chief's family also prepared a lot of vegetarian dishes. The wolf meat was placed in the middle, and bowls and plates were placed around it.

The three sons of the village chief also came back. They were very thin, with numb faces, tired eyes, and their clothes were patched up. They looked much worse than the villagers next to them.

But seeing that there were guests at home, the three of them still forced a smile and entertained them warmly. When they saw the meat on the table, their expressions froze, but they were still smiling, but their breath was weaker and sadder.

Until the eldest daughter-in-law whispered, "This is the wolf meat brought by the Taoist priest."

The embarrassment and sadness of the three people finally dissipated a little, and they quickly stood up to serve food to Pan Yun and the other two, and greeted them warmly, "Masters, please enjoy."

Pan Yun and the other two were not polite either. They ate the food with big mouthfuls, eating the vegetables with big mouthfuls and the meat with small mouthfuls.

The village chief warmly invited Pan Yun and the other two to eat meat, while constantly putting meat into his wife's bowl, and said with a wrinkled face: "Eat quickly, eat quickly."

Deng's wife tried to share the meat several times, but was stopped by the village chief. She could only eat the meat with a red face and her head down in shame.

The village chief had just taken a bite of rice when he saw that the villagers and his son, daughter-in-law, grandchildren and granddaughters who were sitting with him were all picking up the meat with great effort. He sped up his rice eating and then waved his chopsticks to pick up five or six pieces of meat into his own bowl. When the bowl was full, he picked up the soup spoon and scooped up a spoonful of soup to fill the bowl.

Seeing Pan Jun looking at him, he smiled at her embarrassedly.

The villagers murmured, "Uncle San, you are too protective of your food..."

The village chief ignored him and just sat at the table, eating and talking with them, but he would eat the dishes on the table but did not touch the meat in the bowl.

The meat in the big bowl had been snatched away long ago, and the soup had also been divided up completely.

When the village chief saw his wife finished her meal, he calmly pushed his bowl to her.

Deng's wife quietly pushed the cart back the same way she had come.

The village chief pushed it back and glared at her fiercely, signaling with his eyes that she should eat quickly.

Deng's wife then lowered her head and picked up a piece of meat. She really wanted to give it to her grandchildren, but she heard her husband say, "Zhu Zi, He Hua, go get some water and wash your hands after you finish eating. Don't just sit there."

The two children slid off the stool and ran away hand in hand.

The daughter-in-law grumbled to herself, thinking that her father-in-law had really put a lot of thought into giving her mother-in-law this bowl of meat.

Under her husband's repeated glares, Deng's wife finally calmed down and ate the meat and drank the soup.

Less than fifteen minutes after eating, her face turned pale, cold sweat broke out on her face, and her hands involuntarily covered her stomach.

She stood up suddenly and said, "I, I'm going to get busy now. You guys eat first."

After saying that, she left somewhat swayingly.

Miaohe immediately stood up and chased after him, "I'll go with you."

She helped her to the toilet, and tapped her lower back and sides twice before she entered. Deng's wife's eyes widened, pushed Miaohe away and rushed into the toilet. After a while, a foul smell spread. Miaohe had already avoided it far away, but still smelled the odor.

This was not the first time she had come into contact with such a patient. Although she had never made a personal diagnosis while following her master, she had seen all kinds of patients.

However, this is the first time that wolf meat has been used to treat this disease.

In the past, they would use acupuncture, hot objects to attack the area, and then pour a bowl of oil into it...

I didn’t expect wolf meat to be so effective. Next time I encounter a patient like this, maybe I can hunt wolves to make medicine.

However, since it was the first time to use such medicine, she had to be prepared for any accidents, so she waited outside the toilet.

Moreover, her condition is really serious. Judging from her complexion, her cold syndrome has reached the terminal stage. If she is not treated, her intestines will become necrotic.

　good night

　　(End of this chapter)