I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

After Mu Feng and Bai Fang cut the chicken feathers and were ready to leave, Mu Feng smiled and said, "Wait!"

"What's the matter?" White Fang looked excited, obviously not recovering from the "witness fighting" of cutting chicken feathers.

"Pick up eggs!" Mu Feng smiled, "You forgot, the smell of eggs?"

"Yeah!" Baiya patted his head, and Qiao's face was full of surprises, "I almost forgot. After I went back, I boiled the eggs in white water and it was delicious!"

"Haha!" Mu Feng said as he came to the chicken shed and squatted down, and saw that the haystacks under the shed had become grass nests, and there were more or less random eggs in the grass nests.

After a rough calculation, there are about fifty.

The two began to pick up eggs.

While picking it up, Mu Feng gestured the size of the egg, thinking about how to make the egg more delicious with limited materials.

Suddenly White Fang exclaimed: "Yeah!"

Mu Feng hurriedly turned his head and saw that Bai Fang was pointing to an egg in a grass nest with a pale face. The egg he picked up in his hand was so scared that the egg fell on the ground and broke two.

"Huh?" Mu Feng looked in the direction of her hand, frowned, then relaxed, stretched out his hand and patted his white teeth gently, "It's okay, it's okay!"

With that, Mu Feng reached out and picked up the egg.

White Fang shivered with fright, her pretty face turned pale, and she hurriedly hid behind Mu Feng.

Mu Feng smiled and said: "It's just an egg, are you scared like this?"

"But..." White Fang covered his face with a small hand, "It's different from other eggs, how can it be soft, isn't it a snake egg?"

"Snake eggs?" Mu Feng shook his head. "Snake eggs are not like that. This is an egg. It's just that its shell has become soft and has become a soft leather egg."

"Aren't the eggs all hard-shelled?" Baiya noticed that Mu Feng was extremely calm, so he quietly stuck his head behind him, "Isn't this soft-skinned egg a monster?"

"Monsters?" Mu Feng shook his head, "Where are there so many monsters?"

He wanted to tell the white tooth eggs that the soft preserved eggs are due to the chicken's insufficient calcium intake.

You know, the eggshell is naturally soft in the belly of the chicken, but the eggshell of the raw egg is hard, because in addition to eating, the chicken will regularly and irregularly eat some calcareous things to supplement calcium.

Therefore, since ancient times, chickens, whether they are domestic or wild, will be pulled in the mound intentionally or unintentionally, and even eat stones when necessary.

Once the calcium intake is insufficient, the eggs will become soft preserved eggs.

White Fang had never seen it before, and it was no surprise that he thought it was a monster.

Mu Feng was still in his mind to figure out how to explain the relationship between white tooth and calcium in order to understand the relationship between eggshell and calcium. White tooth suddenly asked: "Other eggs are hard-shelled, but this egg gives birth to a soft-skinned egg, then this one gives birth to this one. Is the hen that egg sick?"

"Sick?" Mu Feng suddenly woke up.

The eggs are soft and easy to handle, and you can solve them by throwing some gravel or hard soil.

But what if the chicken is sick?

In previous lives, any bird flu or chicken plague would easily kill a large number of birds in an area.

This is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that if the disease in the chicken is transmitted to the body, the consequences will be disastrous!

It has been proved on the modern earth of the past life that viruses such as avian flu may infect humans.

If such a situation does occur, it would be nice to put it in the earth of the previous life, but what if it is put in the tribe right now?

I'm afraid the whole tribe will suffer, right?

Mu Feng was born in the study of history, so it is natural to know that many major genocide and species extinction events in history were caused by diseases.

Secondly, in primitive society, because of the poor sanitation and diet, it is basically difficult to cure the disease, which is equivalent to the death sentence.

Thinking of this, Mu Feng suddenly became serious.

He immediately realized that there was such a big hidden danger in the tribe!

Hygiene, disinfection, epidemic prevention...

Before this happens, take precautions!

Bai Ya shouted for a long time and found that Mu Feng was silent and startled, she immediately calmed down and asked in a low voice, "Brother Mu Feng, are you listening?"

"Huh?" Mu Feng reacted and nodded, "Listening!"

White Fang frowned, and still said uncertainly: "Then what to do with this soft-skinned egg, it's scary!"

Mu Feng shook his head sternly: "It's okay, this kind of egg can be eaten as well. This kind of egg is born because of this chicken..."

He thought about it for a while, and he didn't bother to explain: "I'm just sick!"

"Huh?" Bai Fang was startled, and his face was pale again and he was about to run out, "Then...Isn't our tribe going to be unlucky?"

"Not so exaggerated!" Mu Feng grabbed her, "This is not a serious illness!"

Mu Feng sorted out his thoughts, and then said: "You can find small hard clods, crush them into particles and throw them inside. Also, gather the ashes from the firewood and hay in the tribe! Sprinkle some in this chicken coop, even on the ground! By the way, there are also pig pens and sheep pens!"

White Fang wondered, "What are you doing with the dust?"

Mu Feng shook his head: "I'll tell you that for a while, you should do this first, and let go of the arrow-ling thing. By the way, I told you to do it, and then I will find your dad. Just say I have something to do with him!"

The disinfection of plant ash is a common disinfection method used by rural elderly in previous lives.

No way, he doesn't have slaked lime now.

"Yes!" Baiya noticed that Mu Feng's expression was serious, and didn't dare to ask more, turned around and ran out.

Mu Feng walked out of the chicken coop, thinking there in a daze.

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