1840Indian rebirth

Masks are not complicated things, but before the development of microbial physiology, the mechanisms of various diseases were poorly understood, and masks were generally not used intentionally in medical matters.

Ma Shao has learned that the plague that broke out in Sleeping Bear City most likely belongs to some kind of pneumonia.

Since it is pneumonia, masks are naturally essential.

So he quickly found some women and taught them to sew simple masks from cotton. The style was almost the same as Wu's mask, which was the mask designed by later Mr. Wu Liande during the fight against the plague.

In front of all the women, Ma Shao folded the cotton cloth, cut both ends to make a bandage, and put it on his face to cover his mouth and nose.

"Just like this, make a lot of masks and let everyone have one as soon as possible," he said.

Looking at the simple mask on a rainy day, he hesitated: "Does this really work?"

Ma Shao: "You already know that patients need to be isolated. Of course, a mask is also a kind of isolation, and it may be the most critical kind of isolation. After all, the disease enters through the mouth."

Rainy Day nodded, but still asked: "Is there any other way?"

"No." Ma Shao shook his head, "Garlic wine and garlic oil are useless. Isolation is our only means."

Sleeping Bear City has purchased some distillation tools so it can make garlic oil.

The allicin in garlic oil has higher purity and does not need to be dissolved in spirits. The effect is naturally better, but it is a bit wasteful. After all, the distillation process will cause part of the allicin to decompose due to heat.

The first few severely ill patients used garlic oil during treatment, but it had no effect.

It can be seen that the culprit of this plague is most likely some kind of virus, and antibiotics are ineffective.

Since antibiotics are powerless, the only option is to isolate and contain the spread of the virus.

"It seems we can only leave it to fate." He sighed on the rainy day.

Ma Shao was quite optimistic: "That's not true. Although isolation is primitive, it is also the most effective method. As long as the isolation can be carried out in time and persisted for a period of time, this plague will definitely be contained. The current situation is actually good, at least

There was no outbreak."

"I hope so." Rainy Day changed the subject, "But besides the plague, we still have some troubles to deal with."

"You mean..." Ma Shao could probably guess.

Rainy Day: "Those old shamans are trying to restore their traditions and preach that the plague is the punishment of the great spirit on you and me. The leader is the vulture. Thick Shoulders has captured him, but people other than the vulture are still secretly

Spread rumors.”

"When the plague comes, these ghosts and snake gods also jump out." The horse whistle couldn't help but snorted.

Yu Tian said: "What Thousand Shoulders means is to find an opportunity to arrest them directly and shoot them all. What do you think?"

Ma Shao thought for a while: "We still take epidemic prevention as the top priority. Containing the plague is more effective than anything else... Of course, if they dare to do anything extraordinary, the tribe can just have a few less idle people."

The cost of caring for elderly shamans is not low. In order to prevent them from misbehaving as much as possible, the tribe must give them not only honorary titles and social status, but also material enjoyment.

For example, the six largest residential houses in Sleeping Bear City are all owned by the old shaman.

Among the tribe's various stability maintenance expenses, bribes paid to these old shamans are one of the most important components, second only to the expenses of assimilating foreign tribes.

In addition to these visible costs, there are also some invisible costs, such as the hidden costs caused by corrupting social morale.

After learning knowledge, many young people have clearly understood the moth-like nature of the old shaman.

However, these moths live a very prosperous life, have a high social status, and can complain about this and that.

In comparison, I am just living a dull life after working so hard, with no one taking care of me, and I have no place to complain when I am depressed... Thinking of this, anyone will inevitably feel depressed. The spread of this emotion will inevitably have a negative impact on people.

drag on social development.

But there is nothing the tribe can do. These old shamans have fans and are influential and inciting, especially among middle-aged and elderly people.

Faced with the old shaman's instigation and blackmail, the tribe could only pay the money and feed them well.

If given the chance, Mashao would naturally want to save the money.

The more I thought about it on the rainy day, the more annoyed I became: "These old shamans are really hateful! A group of guys who get nothing for nothing, but they still go around slandering them and making trouble all day long!"

Ma Shao: "We see them as worms who get something for nothing, but to their fans and believers, they are more noble spiritual workers. Every time they dance to the great gods, they are making spiritual food for the public, and they work very hard.

"

At the end, he said casually: "If they were more literate, I'm afraid they would write a diary or something for the believers to read."

"What diary?" Rainy Day didn't understand.

"Nothing, just writing their thoughts on paper." Ma Shao said, "But they will never have this ability. Their decayed bodies and beliefs have completely lost their ability to learn new things. They will repeat it until they die.

Chewing on the same old thing.”

The two talked for a while.

Rainy Day suddenly said: "I hope I won't become such a person when I grow old."

Simple masks were quickly promoted across the city.

In order to increase the production of masks, Mashao also sent people to Clark Town to purchase cotton cloth. By the way, he also bought a large amount of spirits for disinfection.

"What is this?" Mo Gu held a mask and looked at the soldiers in front of him.

The soldier pointed to the mask on his face: "This is a 'mask', a tool made by the chief to isolate the plague. Wearing it like me can reduce the possibility of contracting the disease."

Mo Gu threw away the mask without hesitation: "That's nonsense. How can this kind of thing prevent the plague?"

What did the soldier say again: "The chief said..."

Mo Gu interrupted him, pointing to the colorful paint on his face: "Wearing a mask will only cover the patterns on our faces. The patterns on our faces are all covered, so what can we use to fight against the god of plague?"

"Young man, I advise you to take off your mask and paint this pattern on your face. This is a pattern passed down from your ancestors. It is more effective than anything else."

The soldier obviously didn't believe this, but he still had to be polite: "Please wear a mask. The chief said that everyone in the tribe should wear a mask."

"I won't wear this kind of thing!" Mo Gu insisted.