Chapter 82 The Big Hidden Danger in the Tribe

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After Mu Feng and White Fang cut their feathers, they were about to leave. Mu Feng smiled and said, "Wait!"

"What's the matter?" White Fang looked excited, obviously not recovering from the "fight of wits and bravery" of shearing chicken feathers.

"Pick up eggs!" Mu Feng laughed, "You forgot the taste of eggs?"

"Yeah!" White Fang patted his head, his pretty face full of surprises, "I almost forgot, I boiled eggs with white water after I went back, and they were delicious too!"

"Haha!" Mu Feng said as he came to the chicken shed and squatted down, only to see that the haystacks under the shed had become straw nests, and there were more or less eggs in twos or threes.

After a rough calculation, there were about fifty.

The two began to pick up eggs.

Mu Feng gestured at the size of the egg while picking it up, 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 White Fang was pointing at an egg in a grass nest with a pale face, so frightened that the eggs he picked up fell to the ground and smashed two.

"Huh?" Mu Feng looked in the direction of her hand, frowned, then relaxed, reached out and patted White Fang lightly, "It's alright, alright!"

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

White Fang shuddered with fright, his pretty face turned pale, and he 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 his little hands, "It's different from other eggs, how is it soft, isn't it a snake egg?"

"Snake egg?" Mu Feng shook his head, "Snake egg is not like this, it's an egg. It's just that its shell has softened and it has become a soft-preserved egg."

"Aren't all eggs hard-shelled?" White Fang noticed that Mu Feng was extremely calm, so he quietly stuck his head behind him, "This soft-preserved egg isn't some kind of monster, right?"

"Monster?" Mu Feng shook his head, "How can there be so many monsters?"

He wanted to tell White Fang that the reason for the soft-preserved eggs was that the chickens were not getting enough calcium.

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

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

Once the calcium intake is insufficient, the eggs will be soft-preserved eggs when they are laid.

No wonder White Fang had never seen it before, and thought it was a monster.

Mu Feng was still thinking about how to explain the relationship between eggshells and calcium in order for White Fang to understand the relationship between eggshells and calcium. White Fang suddenly asked, "Other eggs are hard-shelled, but this egg is a soft-preserved egg. Is the chicken with the egg sick?"

"Sick?" Mu Feng suddenly woke up.

Eggs are soft-preserved eggs, which can be solved by throwing some gravel or hard clods.

But what if the chicken is sick?

In the past life, what kind of bird flu and what kind of chicken plague would kill a large number of birds in an area at every turn.

It's not the scariest, the scariest

The only thing is that if the disease in the chicken is transmitted to the body, the consequences will be disastrous!

It has been proven on the modern earth in the past life that viruses such as bird flu are likely to be transmitted to humans.

If such a situation really occurred, it would be fine to put it on the earth in the previous life, but what would happen if it was placed in the current tribe?

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

Mu Feng came from a background in the study of history, and naturally knew that many major events of genocide and genocide in history were caused by diseases.

Second, in primitive society, because of the poor sanitary and dietary conditions, it is basically difficult to cure the disease, which is equivalent to a death sentence.

Thinking of this, Mu Feng's expression suddenly became serious.

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

Sanitation, disinfection, epidemic prevention...

You have to take precautions before this happens!

Bai Ya shouted for a long time and found that Mu Feng did not say a word.

"Ah?" Mu Feng then reacted and nodded, "I'm listening!"

White Fang frowned and said uncertainly, "Then what about this soft-skinned egg, it's scary!"

Mu Feng shook his head sternly: "It's okay, such eggs can be eaten as well. Such eggs are born because of this chicken..."

He thought about it carefully, and was too lazy to explain: "It's just sick!"

"Ah?" White Fang was startled, and his face was pale again, and he was about to run out. "Then... Then isn't our tribe going to be out of luck?"

"It's not that exaggerated!" Mu Feng grabbed her, "It's not a serious illness!"

Mu Feng thought about it for a while, and then said: "You can find small hard clods, crush them into particles and throw them in. Also, collect the ashes from the firewood and hay in the tribe! Sprinkle some in this chicken coop, and sprinkle it all over the ground! By the way, there are also pigsties and sheepsties!"

White Fang wondered, "What are you spreading dust for?"

Mu Feng shook his head: "I won't be able to tell you in a while, so you should do this first, and leave the things about Jian Ling. By the way, this matter.

Just say that I asked him to do it, and then bring your grandfather, and say that I have something to do with him! "

Plant ash disinfection is a common disinfection method used by the rural elderly in previous lives.

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

"Yes!" Bai Ya noticed Mu Feng's serious expression, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions, he turned and trotted out.

Mu Feng walked out of the chicken coop and thought in a daze.

(End of this chapter)

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