For Gao Ming's request, the golden stick was naturally not unhappy, and happily helped open the door of the thatched hut next to the sheepfold, which was woven with rattan and branches. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was Jin Meng's old face who followed him couldn't help but blush, this living environment was really a little too bumpy. Compared to this, the wooden and bamboo houses in their village, which are already a little shabby, can be regarded as luxurious mansions.

I can't help but regret it secretly, and when this matter is over, I must call the old and young masters who can move in the whole village, and build a separate room for this breeder who is not very bright-headed.

As soon as Gao Ming walked into the thatched house, although he was prepared, he was almost smoked. The big stick said that he lived in a horse circle, and he used a few stones as a support on one side of the house, and a wooden board was erected on it as a bed. Other than that, there is nothing else.

And the thatched place over there is probably the place where his little Erhei, who can watch the house, sleeps.

There are no other furnishings in the house, but the horse manure on the ground is not old or young, and there is a large piece of fresh at Gao Ming's feet, if it weren't for Gao Ming's eyesight far beyond ordinary people, Bao Bu Qi Fu stepped on it as soon as he entered the house.

No one else came in, so it's good to let Mr. Gao come alone in this kind of place, but when others come, it's also a mess, what if they trample on the horse manure in other people's places? Even Academician Nalan, who has a strong dedication to science, did not follow him in this time, and he almost didn't need to look inside to know what kind of situation it was.

Looking around, Gao Ming painfully found that this place was empty, stinking, and there was really nothing else, if there was anything that made his eyes stay for a moment, it was a few pieces of fresh horse manure.

That's for fear of accidentally stepping on it.

"Horse manure should be cleaned up as soon as possible, it is better not to live with horses or not to live with horses, this unhygienic environment is easy to get sick?" Gao Ming shook his head in disappointment, pushed open the door and walked out, admonishing the big stick who walked in with him.

Although Gao Ming also knew that this would not make much difference.

"Jin Da Stick, did you hear what the experts said, and I will talk about hygiene to Lao Tzu in the future." Jin Meng's old face turned red again, and he yelled at Jin Da Stick.

"Yes, yes, but Xiao Erhei is usually not like this, it's just that during this time, it seems that he has eaten something to break his stomach, so it's like this." Hearing Gao Ming's bitter words, Jin Da Stick was a little embarrassed and defended his horse.

"Wait, you've had a bad stomach during this time? When did it start to run loose? Gao Ming paused, and stood still.

"Yes, I've shoveled it into the horns of the sheepfold, you see this dung is not thin, and the problem of straining is almost cured. It's not a contagious disease. When Jin Da Stick saw Gao Ming's uncertain expression, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

The people in the village kept having a fever, and many doctors came outside, and the village had already spread that the village had an extremely terrible infectious disease, and the golden stick said that it was a lack of tendons in the head, but it was not really stupid, and this time it was associated with his own thin baby horse.

I was very remorseful, no wonder these great doctors in the city did not go to a good place, but came to his stinky sheepfold, it turned out that he suspected that there was something wrong with his precious horse.

Xiao Erhei was a pony picked up from the forest by the big golden stick, and when he picked it up, he couldn't even stand up, and he didn't know that it was abandoned by the transport team there, but he fed it with goat's milk.

It can be said that for Jin Da Stick, who has no relatives, this little Erhei is like his own son, otherwise he would not live in a room of less than ten square meters by himself and one horse.

"Expert, please, Xiao Erhei is in good health, absolutely not sick, I don't want your pack of cigarettes, return it to you." Seeing that Gao Ming lowered his head and did not speak, Jin Da Bangzi confirmed his guess in his heart, and pleaded bitterly while taking out the cigarette from Gao Ming.

"Hehe, the cigarettes have been sent out, how can you still ask for it back, big stick, you horse." Gao Ming smiled slightly, and stopped talking.

"Specialist." The big golden stick is about to fall into tears.

It's still the idea of beating his horse.

"Haha, you're a good horse, we might have to count on it." Gao Ming patted the shoulder of the big golden stick and smiled.

It wasn't until the big stick said that he had shoveled all the horse manure to the edge of the sheepfold that Gao Ming finally determined one thing, why there was no trace of them in this place that should attract the ghost-faced mosquitoes the most.

All of this may have something to do with this fresh horse manure.

"Gao Ming, you mean that this horse is not afraid of mosquitoes? I think the pony is quite healthy. Yang Runze was obviously a little confused by Gao Ming's move.

Could it be that killing horses and eating meat can prevent and control the virulence of ghost-faced mosquitoes?

"Uncle Taishi, you won't be so cruel to drink horse blood, right?" Jia Sisi always felt that Gao Ming's smile was a little weird, especially when he looked back at the yellow pile of horse manure at the door of the thatched hut and wanted to vomit, so he could only try his best to think in a direction that was acceptable to her.

The big golden stick, who was still a little suspicious, trembled when he heard it, and the tears of the dozens of years old man came down in a hurry. The doctor in this city is so bad that he wants to eat his little Erhei?

"Your imagination is terrible." Gao Ming rolled his eyes, "I said I could cure the disease, do you want to eat me as a snack?" ”

"And what do you mean?"

"Personally, I think there are two possibilities why there are no mosquitoes here, one is because of the smell of sheep; The second is because of the smell of horse manure, Dr. Nalan, what do you think? Gao Ming turned his head to the side, still wandering around, trying to find Nalan Jingruo, who was still looking for the ghost-faced mosquito.

Nalan Jingruo obviously didn't pay much attention to this side, and when she heard Gao Ming shouting her name, she turned her head and put a finger on the wide-rimmed glasses that were about to slip off the bridge of her nose, and asked, "What did you just say?" ”

"I said, the ghost mosquito may be afraid of the smell of sheep or horse manure." Gao Ming repeated his question again.

"There is no record in the information." Nalan Jingruo said. "But I don't think that's possible?"

Nalan Jingruo said as she took off the gloves on her hands. Then he took out his mobile phone from his bosom and began to inquire about related questions.

Jia Sisi, Yang Runze, and Zhou Xian glanced at each other, they were all a little dumbfounded, they were all medical students, and they could understand the idea put forward by Gao Ming.

It's just, how is this going on? Is it possible to gather the whole village into a sheepfold? But this is not a long-term solution, and you don't have to encounter mosquitoes when you get out of the sheepfold?

Even if every family raises sheep in the future, what about horse manure, is it possible that every household has to make it smelly? Anyway, it's not a very good idea.