Little Ah Yu shook her head. "No." She'd only given them soy milk, which was filled with Myriad Spirit Water.
If a skilled person were to boil a catty of soybeans into ten catties of soybean milk, it would be an easy task without losing the taste of the beans.
Old Madam Wang took out more than ten catties of soybeans and brewed nearly 300 catties of soy milk.
These three large pots of soy milk were distributed to various houses. Almost everyone drank a mouthful.
Naturally, they all had bad diarrhea.
Village Chief Hu had also taken a few sips. He really wanted to hold on. At the very least, he could not underestimate the officials who came to help with the disaster relief. But in the end, he really could not hold on anymore.
With a green face, he said, "Officers, I'm really sorry!" Then, he held his stomach and ran away in a hurry.
The officials' expressions were very interesting. What was going on with this village?
