Hey, the Yangzhou caravan burst into the "Sweet-as-Honey Pasture Party" today! The yaks of Dawa from Tibet were all having upset stomachs beneath the Snow Mountain, and the Chieftain stomped his feet while holding up a piece of "diarrhea-inducing coarse silk robe," crying out, "Our 'dark-patterned green cattle' have been turned into 'calico cattle' by the runny mud! The yaks are chewing the fabric as if it were laxative!" Huwa squatted behind a pile of herbs and snickered, accidentally dropping his dried ginger candy with a "clack" into a yak saddle. He wound a strand of "bursting anti-diarrhea candy thread" around the coarse silk and draped it over the yak's back, where it instantly began to fizz and emit a warm mist smelling of chili peppers. It startled the yaks so much that they leaped away with a "moo," their mouths still chewing on the herbal candy threads tasting of highland barley.
"Huwa! Quickly bring over the 'Sweet Cattle Clinic'!" shouted Su Wanlv. Huwa immediately stuffed a handful of mugwort syrup into the loom, and the woven yak-patterned medicinal cloth began to click-clack out Tibetan medical advice: "Don't be greedy for sweetness when eating grass, lick the cloth to stay safe!" Dawa draped the cloth over a sick cow, and the medicinal cloth even revealed an image drawn by Huwa of "a yak squatting in the latrine and repenting," so astonishing that the Chieftain chuckled until ripples formed in his butter tea: "Brilliant! This cloth is better at scaring cows t…
Chapter 432