Masks are not a complicated thing, but before the development of microbial physiology, the mechanisms of various diseases were poorly understood, and masks were generally not deliberately used in medical affairs.

Ma Whistle had already learned that most of the plague that broke out in Sleeping Bear City was some kind of pneumonia.

Since it is pneumonia, masks are naturally indispensable.

So he hurriedly found some women and taught them to sew simple masks from cotton cloth, which were almost the same as Wu's masks, which were later designed by Mr. Wu Liande in the process of fighting the plague.

In front of the women, the horse whistle folded the cotton cloth, cut the ends to make a bandage, and put it on the face to cover the mouth and nose.

"It's like this, make a lot of masks and get everyone to have one as soon as possible." He said.

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

Ma Whistle: "You already know that patients need to be isolated, and of course masks are also a kind of isolation, and probably the most critical kind of isolation, after all, the disease comes from the mouth." ”

Rainy day nodded, but still asked, "Is there any other way?" ”

"Nope." Ma Whistle shook his head, "Garlic wine and garlic oil are useless, isolation is our only means." ”

Sleeping Bear City has purchased some distillation tools so that garlic oil can be made.

The allicin in garlic oil is more pure, and it does not have to be dissolved in spirits for use, and the effect is naturally better, but it is a bit wasteful, after all, the distillation process will cause a part of allicin to decompose due to heat.

The first few critically ill patients were treated with garlic oil, but it had no effect.

It can be seen that the culprit of this plague is most likely a virus, and antibiotics are powerless.

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

"It seems that we can only resign ourselves to fate." Sigh on a rainy day.

Ma Whistle is still optimistic: "Not really, although isolation is primitive, it is also the most effective means." As long as we can isolate in time and persist for a while, this plague will definitely be contained. The situation is actually good, at least there is no outbreak. ”

"I hope so." "However, we have some troubles to deal with besides the plague. ”

"You mean......" Horse Sentry could probably guess.

Rainy day: "Those old shamans tried to revive their traditions and preach that the plague was the Great Spirit's punishment for you and me. The leader is the vulture, and the thick shoulders have already captured him, but people other than the vulture are still secretly spreading rumors. ”

"As soon as the plague came, these bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods also jumped out." The horse whistle couldn't help but snort.

Rainy day said: "Thick shoulders means to find an opportunity to directly arrest them and shoot them all." What do you think? ”

Ma Whistle thought for a moment: "We still take epidemic prevention as the first priority, and curbing the plague is more effective than anything else...... Of course, if they dare to do something out of the ordinary, the tribe can just raise a few fewer idlers. ”

The cost of old-age shamans is not low, and in order to keep them from doing things as much as possible, the tribe should give them both honorary titles and social status, as well as material comforts.

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

Among the various expenses for the maintenance of the stability of the tribes, the bribes paid to these old shamans were 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 of corrupting the social climate.

After learning the knowledge, many young people recognized the moth-eating nature of the old shaman.

However, it is these moths who live extremely nourishingly, have a high social status, and can complain about this and that.

In contrast, he is tired and tired of living just a dull life, no one cares about it, and there is nowhere to complain about the bitterness in his heart...... It's hard to get frustrated when you think about it. The spread of such emotions will inevitably drag down the development of society.

But the tribe can't help it, these old shamans just have supporters, that is, they have influence and incitement, especially among the middle-aged and elderly groups.

In the face of the old shaman's incitement and blackmail, the tribe could only obediently pay the money and offer them good food and drink.

If there is an opportunity, Ma Whistle naturally wants to save this money.

The more I thought about it on a rainy day, the more annoyed I became: "These old shamans are really hateful! A group of the most unearned guys have to slander everywhere and tell right and wrong all day long! ”

Ma Whistle: "We see them as moths for nothing, but for their supporters and believers, they are more noble spiritual workers, and every time they dance the gods, they are making spiritual food for the public, and they work very hard." ”

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

"What diary?" Didn't understand it on a rainy day.

"It's nothing, it's just putting their thoughts on paper." "But they will never be able to do this, and their rotten bodies and beliefs have completely deprived them of the ability to learn new things." Until they die, they chew on the same old thing over and over again. ”

The two talked for a while.

On a rainy day, he suddenly said, "I hope I won't become such a person when I'm old." ”

Masks are simple to make and can be made with a little tailoring experience, so they were quickly promoted throughout the city.

In order to increase the production of masks, Ma Whistle also sent people to Clark Town to buy cotton cloth. By the way, a large amount of spirits were also bought for disinfection.

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

The soldier pointed to the mask on his face: "This is the 'mask', a tool made by the Great Chief to keep out the plague, and wearing it like me can reduce the possibility of infection." ”

Grinding bones threw away the mask without hesitation: "It's just nonsense, how can this kind of thing prevent the plague?" Don't you have a little common sense? ”

And what will the soldier say again: "The Great Chief Says ......"

Mo Gu interrupted him and pointed to the colorful paint on his face: "Wearing a mask will only cover the patterns on our faces, and the patterns on our faces are covered, what can we do against the plague god?" ”

"Young man, I advise you to also take off your mask and apply a pattern on your face, just like me, and apply three colors seriously. It's something that has been passed down from the ancestors, and it works better than anything else. ”

The soldier obviously didn't believe this, but he still had to be polite: "Please wear a mask, the chief said, let everyone wear a mask." Moreover, wearing a mask does not hinder the pattern on the face. ”

"I'm not going to wear something like this!" "I've been learning shamanic medicine since I was five years old, and no one knows more about plague than I am. ”