"Are there any oranges? Forget it, it's definitely not... There's always a cucumber, right? Find a few, at least ten! ”

"All sick herders are forbidden to have contact with people, move their tents to the outside of the tribe, pay attention to ventilation, and if you want to go in and feed them, remember to put a mask soaked in spirits on your face and cover your mouth and nose!"

"The sick and dead herdsmen can't just leave it alone, the snow has melted, and a new plague is not the point, if they are allowed to continue to storm the corpse wilderness, there will always be a virus in this land in the future! What? You don't do cremation? Fuck I'm asking you guys? Those who die of illness are fed to the eagles, do you lack virtue? ”

There was no rest at all, and after going down to the sea in front of the Porchi, Gu Huai quickly began to direct the prevention and control of the plague.

Of course, his anti-guest-oriented attitude must have made the young people in the tribe grit their teeth a little, but I don't know if it was because of the message that the young people who were sent over still honestly did what Gu Huai said.

It's just that such a scene makes Gu Huai a little unhappy, the old fritter who survives between Meng Yuan and Daming... When the time comes, if you can't cure it, you can't stop the plague, and it's hard to get out.

The name of the Yan Wangfu here is not as useful as in the territory of the Ming Dynasty, to be precise, it is not as useful as the carriage and horse shop that has been doing business with the Ha Lamang Department for several years, after all, the Beiping army of Yan Wang Zhu Di can't fight here, but the caravan can really make the tribe have a bad winter.

There wasn't much to prepare, and the most important thing to do after the plague was to isolate and deal with the dead patients, which had been done well before Hara Mang, but they still underestimated the plague, and the corpses piled up on the land, which would even keep the land carrying the virus for decades to come.

The real name of this "pimple plague" should be anthrax, and the reason why Gu Huai can still remember this virus is because of that military forum... And the old brother who has been fighting with him on biological and chemical weapons for a few days.

It is no wonder that this plague was so inexplicable in ancient times, you must know that this virus has not been completely eliminated even in later generations, and its lethality is stronger than smallpox, and the only thing to be thankful for may be that the intensity of the infection is not as strong as smallpox, otherwise this whole grassland will be finished.

"What are you writing about?" Ma Sanbao lifted the curtain.

"I'm trying to remember an indigenous method of making antibiotics..."

"Antibiotics?"

"It can also be understood as some kind of miracle medicine," Gu Huai's pen paused, "although it doesn't mean that it can cure all diseases... But it's really strong. ”

He sighed: "It's a pity it's winter..."

......

"Patriarch, it's been seven days! That Han man still didn't do anything, he would only show off his might in the big tent! Patriarch, he must be a liar..."

"What kind of liar would come to the tribe to cheat?" "And someone recognized it, that guy was indeed a charioteer." ”

"But Patriarch, Balth is right, if this continues, more and more people will die!"

"Shut up!" "Don't mention the name!" I don't have this son! ”

His face was much gloomy: "Did the people who sent out chase it?" ”

"No... No, they must have run west, and one small tribe said that they had seen dozens of horses cross the snowy mountains and robbed them of a lot of things. ”

"Westside?" He laughed angrily, "Are you really planning to go to the Great Khan?" This wolf cub, doesn't he know that the Great Khan valued him because he was the son of my Pori Tichina? Bad and stupid! ”

He exhaled: "How many people have died in the past two days?" What about cattle and sheep? ”

"The herdsmen who were infected before died, and there were less than 1,000 cattle and sheep left, and there were more sick herdsmen... Much more..."

"Say."

"More than two hundred."

When he took over the tribe, there were more than 20,000 people in this tribe, but now there are only more than 7,000 people left, and there are still hundreds of sick herdsmen... What did he do wrong? As a patriarch, he is not greedy for enjoyment, he is not good at raising soldiers, doing business with the Han people, paying tribute to the Han every year, and even sending out two daughters!

Why is the Hara Mang still falling like this, day by day?

The wound on his shoulder was still aching, and he couldn't help but be a little dazed: Could it be that his son was right?

In this way, it is better to learn from other tribes, go south to rob the Han people, do businessless business, and dream of returning to the capital with the Han Dynasty?

For a while, he was so confused that even some ghosts appeared in front of him, and he almost fell back on the tiger skin blanket.

The faithful warrior hurriedly stepped forward: "Patriarch..."

"Arrest those three Han people!" "I want them to know the price of deceiving me!" ”

The warrior was overjoyed and was about to receive orders to come out of the tent, but the curtain was lifted again.

A herdsman knelt on the ground, his face full of incredulity: "Patriarch, that Han man said..."

"Say he succeeded!"

......

Remove the cucumber that has been placed in a warm and humid environment for a few days, scrape off the mold on it, and leave it with rice soup as a culture medium for a few days, wait until the mold grows further, and then mix and stir with vegetable oil, which only then gets a little transparent solution in the lower layer.

When someone took the pus near the wounds of some sick herdsmen, dropped a drop of the solution into it, and saw a circle of transparent areas around the solution, Gu Huai breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that it was still successful.

Putting on the simple mask he made, he asked the warriors guarding the door to take him to the big tent where the sick herdsmen gathered, ignoring the ghostly eyes of the people in the tribe along the way, and when he heard the low wails one after another, Gu Huai hesitated for a moment, but still lifted the curtain and walked in.

The person who led the way didn't follow up, this is normal, if Gu Huai didn't have a certain certainty, he really didn't dare to enter this place, if he was infected, it would be no different from going to the execution ground.

It's just that one dies early and the other dies later.

There are several similar big tents in the Hara Mang tribe, the herdsmen who were sick before were basically transferred outside the tribe, and I don't know how many died at the moment, and most of them are still here because they were infected with the disease in the past two days, and the symptoms are relatively mild, but the number of people is too many, almost covering the entire big tent, Gu Huai just glanced at it, and approached the figure closest to the door.

When she turned it over, Gu Huai found that it was actually a woman, with a beautiful face, but there was already a whole pustule from her neck to her shoulders, which made people look very uncomfortable, and she had fallen into a coma, obviously not as strong as those herdsmen who were grazing.

After hesitating for a moment, Gu Huai took off her shirt, took out a small knife, and after disinfecting it on the candle flame, slowly but steadily cut through those horrible pus, and after cleaning up the pus, Gu Huai gently wiped the transparent solution on it.

A moment later he walked out of the tent with his hands covered in blood, and looked at the Bari Tichena who had greeted him.

"Wait a day, and you'll know the result."