Fearing that he might collapse her stove, Zhang Dalang moved to another spot to dig some more. Gu Yunjiao weighed the soil in her hand, dividing it into several lumps of reddish-yellow earth.
She then handed the soil to Mrs. Qin, "Use one lump at a time, wrap it in clean cloth, and boil it in water like you would with herbs, two bowls of water boiled down to one. Then have Mrs. Guihua drink it."
"Twice a day, morning and evening, and she'll be fine after two days."
Mrs. Qin held the small lumps of soil, her mouth twitching, "This, this is just dirt. Can eating this be useful?"
Several onlookers also said, "Little girl, don't mess around. Though eating dirt won't kill anyone, it won't cure illness either."
Mrs. Chen hesitated to speak, having lived for decades without ever seeing soil used to treat illness.
Gu Yunjiao smiled, "Just follow my instructions, madam."
