Chapter 23: The Medicinal Use of Wild Boar Stomach (Part 1) Collect and Recommend

  After treating his wound, Song Hu enjoyed the meal cooked by Song Wen, shoveling food into his mouth while saying that he had suffered a loss and that eating all sorts of delicacies couldn't make up for it.

  Song Wen really wanted to beat him up. You said you're fine and don't tease it, will it bite you? Serves him right.

  Qiqi, on the other hand, was quite fond of the little dog. As she ate her meal, spoon by spoon, she would glance over at the little dog sleeping by the door. The little guy loved to sleep in the corridor by the door after playing, so he could see anyone coming from outside with his first glance. If it was someone he didn't recognize, he would loudly bark to alert the family members. Song Yuanshui was growing more and more fond of this little fellow.

  "Awen, where's Third Uncle? Why didn't he come for dinner?" Song Hu asked curiously when he saw that Song Yuanshui was not there.

  "I don't know, I was just here a moment ago?" Song Wen also found it strange and turned his head to shout inside: "Dad, dinner is ready."

  Half a response, then heard from inside replied, "You eat first, I have something on."

  Actually, Song Yuanshui saw that there were guests coming, and it was a beautiful girl. He felt that as an old man following a group of young people to eat wasn't quite right, so he thought he'd wait a bit longer to eat. Besides, his son had also reached the age of getting married, and he should create some opportunities for his son too.

  "It's okay inside, let's eat first."

  Song Wen knew his father's personality, he had always been a man of his word, so he didn't call again.

  Several people started eating.

  "By the way, Ah Wen, what's your little dog's name?"

  Huang Wenfeng asked Song Wen while eating.

  In fact, she and Song Hu brought Huang Xiaojun over today, and there was another purpose, which was to introduce Huang Xiaojun to Song Wen.

  The two are just right, one unmarried man and one unmarried woman. It's just that this sister has a thin face and can't be too straightforward. Otherwise, next time she won't dare to come to the door. She can only use this kind of subtle way to slowly match them up. As for whether it will succeed or not, it depends on their fate. So she had nothing to say and just made some small talk to avoid an awkward atmosphere.

  "Not yet named." Song Wen shook his head.

  "What's in a name? Look at that red fur, just call it Little Red. No need to be so particular about dog names." Song Hu said, chiming in from the side.

  "Please, isn't that obvious?" Song Wen felt a black line piercing down his head, speechless.

  "Don't talk nonsense if you don't know the origin of a name. You guys don't know, he even named QiQi 'Swallow' just because he saw swallows flying in front of our house, if he saw a mouse, he wouldn't have called it anything else."

  Huang Wenfeng said angrily.

  "It's also good to call it Swallow."

  Song Hu's response was cut off, and he suddenly felt a sharp gaze coming his way. He looked up to see his wife staring at him angrily, and quickly shut his mouth.

  The two old men's appearance made Song Wen and Huang Xiaojun laugh secretly beside them.

  "Xiao Jun, what's a good name for the puppy?" Huang Wenfeng asked her close friend.

  "I...I don't know."

  Huang Xiaojun did not expect Huang Wenfeng would ask herself, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

  "You think of one, and the name you take must sound good."

  "This..."

  Huang Xiaojun hesitated, seeing that several people were looking at her, so she thought of one and said, "Then let's call it Xiao Huo, red and fiery, the same color as its fur, and it sounds more masculine too."

  "It doesn't sound very good either."

  Song Hu muttered in a low voice, but he didn't dare say it out loud, fearing his wife would get angry, as she was her childhood neighbor and close sister.

  He finally married such a beautiful and virtuous wife, he should let her have her way, even if he can't, he still has to, otherwise he would be ungrateful.

  "Little Fire, yeah, this name is pretty good, I'll use it from now on. Ah Wen, what do you think?"

  Huang Wenfeng turned his head and asked Song Wen.

  Song Wenxin said: You've already said to use this name, what else can be done. Although thinking so in her heart, she couldn't say it, and just nodded in response: "This name is not bad, let's use it."

  She turned her head to look at the puppy, and the little guy was lying there, curled up into a ball, with bright red fur, like a flame. It seems that the name Little Fire suits it quite well.

  In the countryside, naming dogs is not that particular, as Song Hu said. A dog with a black nose is called Hei Bi (Black Nose), one with black fur is called Da Hei (Big Black) or Xiao Hei (Little Black), a white one is called Xiao Bai (Little White) or Xiao Xue (Little Snow), one with droopy ears is called Ta Er (Droopy Ears), and one with a curly tail is called Juan Wei Liu (Curly Tail). A dog with black spots on its body is called Hei Dian (Black Spot) or Niu Shi (Cow Dung). Of course, some people name their dogs Xiao Long (Little Dragon), Tu Bao (Local Leopard), Xiao Hu (Little Tiger), or A Lang (Ah Wolf), but it seems that these names are not as nice as the simple local names.

  Several people ate and chatted together, harmonious and joyful, with a strong atmosphere of laughter.

  Suddenly, Song Hu thought of something and solemnly said to Song Wen: "Ah Wen, when you're milking the cow, be careful not to squeeze too hard and damage the water buffalo's udder. In the past, our village's cattle breeder didn't know how to milk properly and ended up damaging the water buffalo's udder, causing it to stop producing milk for the calf. The water buffalo eventually fell ill and developed a chronic condition, and when it gave birth to another calf later on, there was no milk."

  Song Wen's face turned pale with anger, this guy is really bringing up the past again, why mention it. Thinking of the terrible scene just now, he wanted to bang his head against the tofu, isn't this guy tired of being humiliated?

  Huang Wenfeng and Huang Xiaojun exchanged a glance, smiled slyly, but were too embarrassed to laugh out loud, so they just held it in, their faces turning bright red.

  But Song Hu didn't intend to stop, and continued: "Actually, if you want to drink milk, it's not that troublesome, just put your mouth on it and drink, like my wife used to..."

  "Hmm..."

  Song Wen immediately pricked up his ears and listened carefully when he heard there was inside information. Huang Xiaojun also became curious and started listening attentively.

  Huang Wenfeng beside him was greatly alarmed and hastily shouted: "Little cat, are you trying to get yourself killed?"

  Song Hu suddenly realized he had misspoken and, looking at his angry wife, hastily added: "What I meant to say is that when my wife gave birth, the baby drank like this too."

  Come on, isn't it a bit too forced? Song Wen thought to himself.

  At this time, Qiqi suddenly raised her head and said: "My father said he was also breastfed by his mother."

  Song Wen's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Song Hu, his face looking strange.

  Huang Wenfeng hastily covered Qiqi's mouth. This kind of private talk can't be said here, it's really embarrassing to death.

  For a moment, she was so embarrassed that her face turned bright red. Song Hu also looked awkward and didn't dare to speak, afraid of his wife's anger, he just lowered his head and continued eating.

  The scene was momentarily awkward, and Song Wen hurriedly spoke up to persuade everyone to eat, which slightly eased the atmosphere.

  After a while, Huang Wenfeng came to herself. Anyway, she had already married another man, so she didn't have anything to be shy about. At worst, her good sisters would tease her for a bit.

  Song Wen's craftsmanship is quite good, and several people are eating with relish, praising without end.

  The boiled pork offal on the table was perhaps too spicy, so the two women only tried a little and didn't eat any more.

  It was Song Hu who felt that the spiciness was just right, and he was scooping it up with a spoon. As he scooped, he suddenly picked up a few pieces of something that wasn't white or black, somewhat resembling pig belly, but not quite like it either. He asked Song Wen, "Ah Wen, what is this?"

  Song Wen took a look and replied: "Wild boar stomach, I've heard that this thing can stop gastritis, tonify the stomach and replenish the emptiness, it has a very high efficacy in treating stomach diseases."

  Wild boars are omnivores and eat a wide variety of plants and animals, including bamboo shoots, grasses, medicinal herbs, bird eggs, mushrooms, wild rabbits, mountain mice, venomous snakes, and scorpions. They can eat almost anything that is edible. Although scientists have not yet reached a consensus on whether wild boars possess immunity to toxins, the fact that they do not die from eating toxic foods suggests that their stomachs are highly resistant to poison. It is said that when wild boars swallow venomous snakes, the snake's venomous fangs will bite into the lining of the boar's stomach, but the boar's stomach has a special ability to detoxify and heal wounds due to its long-term soaking in various medicinal herbs. This allows it to grow granulation tissue at the base of the wound, which eventually forms fibrous tissue and scar tissue on the surface of the gastric mucosa, leaving behind a "pockmark". The more pockmarks there are, the higher the medicinal value. Modern medical experiments have also shown that wild boar stomachs contain large amounts of amino acids, vitamins, and trace elements necessary for human health, which can aid digestion, promote metabolism, and have therapeutic effects on gastric bleeding, gastric ulcers, gastritis, and intestinal ulcers.

  Huang Wenfeng heard this and turned to ask Huang Xiaojun, "Xiaojun, isn't your father's stomach not good?"

  "Uh, that's also an old problem of his that has been lingering for many years. He went to the hospital several times but couldn't be cured, so he just stopped going, saying it was too much trouble and no matter how I advised him, he wouldn't listen." Huang Xiaojun said with a worried face.

  "That's good, there is a wild boar belly in the kitchen, you can take it back and stew it for your father to try." Song Wen said.

  "How can I possibly," Huang Xiaojun said politely.

  "It's just politeness, and it doesn't cost anything."

  Song Hu said beside him.

  "There's so much wild boar meat at home, it can't be finished even if we keep it, you help me eat it and I'll thank you instead? However, to make the wild boar belly into medicine, we need to add some herbs and stew it, but I don't know about that. Let me call and ask."

  After finishing speaking, Song Wen picked up his mobile phone and started dialing.

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