The suburbs of Xicheng District, Lianhai City.

Wangjia Village.

Wang Yunhao's family, who live in the west of the village, runs a pig farm.

Wang Yunhao, the head of the family, is also the owner of the pig farm, and his wife Li Xiaoya run the pig farm, and also hired Wang Erzhu, a 60-year-old man in the village, to help.

Wang Yunhao and his wife Li Xiaoya are both in their 40s, and their only son is also in college in the next province and only comes back once or twice a year.

The two have been operating the pig farm for more than two years, and there are currently 368 pigs in the farm, which is also a large pig farm.

Early in the morning, Wang Yunhao prepared pig feed as usual, and began to add pig food to the pig trough one by one, and the helper Wang Erzhu also came early in the morning to carry out routine daily work.

"Second uncle, have you noticed that the amount of food these pigs has decreased recently, and they don't want to eat?"

Wang Erzhu is the distant uncle of the boss Wang Yunhao, although the relationship is relatively distant, it is also considered to be his own family, so he is usually called his second uncle.

"I also found out that I haven't finished eating the food in the pig trough yesterday."

The old man Wang Erzhu while adding pig food, while observing the pigs in the pigsty, every time they were fed before, all the pigs crowded over to compete for food, this morning some pigs curled up in the corner of the pigsty, obviously not in good spirits.

"These pigs aren't sick, why don't you get a veterinarian?" Wang Erzhu proposed.

"Second uncle, I have been a veterinarian before, and I can see it myself, it is estimated that it is the reason for the new feed in the past two days."

Wang Yunhao recently bought a new batch of pig feed, which was personally sold by a grain dealer.

Wang Yunhao and his wife felt that the quality of the rye was not bad, and it was imported, although it was not the new wheat of the year, but it did not deteriorate, and the pig should have no problem eating it.

After bargaining, more than 2,000 catties of black wheat were finally purchased at a price lower than the market as pig feed.

"You mean there's a problem with the feed? Is the feed broken? The old man Wang Erzhu asked in surprise.

"It's not that the feed is bad, it's that the pigs are not adapted to the new feed. Of our more than 300 pigs, only 12 of them in this pen have been given new feed. Other pigs have no problem eating the old feed, but these 12 pigs are not energetic after eating the new feed, and they should not adapt to the new feed. ”

Wang Erzhu felt admired, "Or do you have experience and know to do an experiment first, in case this new feed is fed to all the pigs, it will be troublesome, what now?" ”

"The new feed will be stopped first, and then we will find a ratio to mix the new feed with the old feed to see if it will gradually adapt."

After finishing work early in the morning, I started to eat breakfast, and my wife Li Xiaoya prepared a simple breakfast.

Steamed buns, porridge, homemade pickles.

Three people eat together.

Wang Erzhu looked at the steamed buns on the table and asked, "Why are today's steamed buns such a black color?" ”

In the past, the steamed buns on the breakfast table were all white flour steamed buns, and occasionally there were yellow steamed buns mixed with cornmeal or pumpkin, but today they suddenly turned gray-black, and I had never seen them before.

"This is a rye noodle steamed bun, which tastes better than the white noodle steamed bun." Li Xiaoya explained while eating steamed buns and pickles, "I used the newly bought rye flour to grind, and I thought it was a pity for pigs to eat at the time, and people can eat it. ”

Wang Erzhu and Wang Yunhao took a steamed bun and felt that it tasted good after eating two bites.

The three of them had breakfast and chatted.

"In the past, black beans and rye were eaten by pigs, but now people like to eat these."

"Yes, now that the living conditions are better, people and pigs are competing for food."

"In the past, people loved to eat fatty meat, but now people love to eat lean meat, and pigs have to raise pigs with more lean meat."

"It's unhealthy to eat too much fatty meat, you have to eat lean meat to eat meat, and now noodles and steamed buns are also fashionable grains."

"Second uncle, I steamed a lot of black-flour steamed buns, and I'll take some with me when I go back later."

"Okay, let's also try steamed buns made of imported wheat."

That same evening.

Wang Yunhao went to the pigsty again to check on the pigs that were sick in the morning, and found that even after changing the old feed, these pigs still did not want to eat.

Wang Yunhao was in a bad mood and felt uncomfortable, his wife Li Xiaoya persuaded, "Wait one more night to see, add some water before going to bed, and feed the previous medicine to the pig a little, maybe tomorrow morning will be fine, I see that you are not feeling well today, sleep well." ”

Wang Yun felt dizzy and a little nauseous and wanted to vomit.

"Wife, I think I may have a cold, you can find some cold medicine for me."

His wife, Li Xiaoya, took out the leftover cold medicine from the drawer and fed him two pills.

Early in the morning of the second day.

Li Xiaoya got up first and found her husband lying beside her, curled up in the bed.

"Daddy, what's wrong with you?" Li Xiaoya pushed her husband next to her and asked with concern.

"Uncomfortable......" Wang Yunhao's body kept trembling.

Li Xiaoya thought he was cold, fever, and shivering, so she reached out and touched her forehead and found that his head was not hot.

"If you don't have a fever, why do you still shiver?"

"I'm not cold." Wang Yunhao replied tremblingly, trying to get up, but his whole body hurt badly, struggled a few times, and retracted into the bed, and did not forget to tell his wife, "Go and see how those pigs are doing?" ”

"Okay, I'll go to the pigsty and get you some cold medicine when I come back."

Li Xiaoya still feels that her husband has a cold.

She walked out of the house with a coat on, went to the pig farm next door, and found one of the pigsties.

More than a dozen pigs who had eaten the new feed were put in the same pen.

Li Xiaoya found that in this pigsty, the pigs were lying on the ground, and most of them were dead.

Eight of the 12 pigs have died, and four are listlessly curled up on the ground shivering.

"Oh my God, dead?!" Li Xiaoya screamed as she rushed into the pigsty and touched and kicked the pig lying on the ground with her hands.

It's really out of breath.

He's dead!

The body of the dead big white pig is blackened.

And some of the pig carcasses were already stiff and appeared to have been dead for several hours.

Li Xiaoya ran home frantically, and before she entered the bedroom door, she began to shout, "Son and father, it's not good, the pigs are all dead, 8 are dead, and 4 are also dying!" ”

Wang Yunhao was lying on the bed to rest, but when he heard the news, he jumped up and wanted to run to the pigsty but was in great pain and fell on the floor of the bedroom.

When Li Xiaoya ran into the bedroom, she saw her husband lying on the ground convulsive and struggling.

Blows are coming!

The pig died, and her husband had problems again.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Li Xiaoya squatted down to help her husband up, but found that his hands and feet were black.

The common cold does not cause blackening of the hands and feet.

Thinking of the death of her own pig, a terrible conjecture came to Li Xiaoya's mind.

The dead pig's body was blackened, and her husband's hands and feet were blackened.

Isn't this a contagious disease?

The pig transmitted the disease to her husband, and since the pig died, would her husband also be in danger of dying?

Li Xiaoya didn't dare to get close to her husband anymore, so she picked up the phone and dialed 120.

"Hey, the emergency center? My pig is dead! Oh...... No, it's my husband's illness, his hands and feet are black, his whole body hurts and he is shaking badly, and he just fell out of bed again......"