Chapter 2395 Mr. Professor's Dairy Farm (Ⅱ)

The clear stream flows around the mountain, and on the meadow with rich water and grass, a group of cows are grazing leisurely. Next to them are two collie dogs with collars, enjoying the comfort of the summer sun, closing their eyes and dozing off. I am not lazy.

On the flat field beside the stream, there is a circle of wooden fences surrounding it. More than a dozen cows are enclosed in the corral, and numbers are marked on their buttocks with white paint. A group of dark-skinned women in aprons are burying their heads in giving Cows are milked.

Professor Trofim Moriarty, wearing a straw hat and an apron like a milkmaid, patrolled the stalls with a pipe in his mouth, sometimes closely observed the cows' breasts, and then made a note in the experiment log.

At this time, a teleportation beam rose from the grass near the corral, and two figures emerged arm in arm.

Professor Moriarty immediately noticed the fluctuation of magic power, and turned his head to look at the teleportation location. The vigilance in his eyes turned into a smile, and he took off his straw hat and waved at the pair of young men and women who were teleported over hand in hand.

"Mentor, good afternoon!"

Joan waved to the professor, walked quickly to the corral, and looked up and down the instructor's attire, both puzzling and funny.

"Stupid boy, why are you in a daze? Why don't you introduce your new girlfriend to me?" Professor Moriarty held his pipe with a smirk on his face.

Sure enough, Rebecca was very sensitive to the word "new girlfriend", she turned her head and stared at Joan without saying a word.

Joan was put on by the instructor but couldn't tell, so he pretended to be nonchalant and introduced Rebecca to him.

"Miss Custis, welcome to visit my cattle farm." Mr. Professor bowed to the Countess in a serious manner, and then looked at his students, "You came just in time, I am short of manpower here."

"You asked me to work when you first came here, you are so rude!" Joan rolled up his sleeves resentfully, "Just tell me what you want."

"Here, did you see that cow?" Mr. Professor pointed his pipe at the nearby mooing and restless cow, "Go find a clean wooden bucket and milk her."

"Ah? This..." Joan scratched his head, "I've never done this type of work, I'm really not good at it!"

He heard that full-fledged cows tend to be irritable, and milking is a technical job. He has no experience in this area at all. If he doesn't handle the cow well and irritates her, he will be punished if he is not sure. kick.

"I will, I will! I will do this!" Rebecca raised her hand excitedly, "There is also a dairy farm in my manor. When I have nothing to do, I go to watch the maids milk the cows, and occasionally try it myself. It's quite fun. !"

Professor Moriarty laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "I was just joking with Joan, I wouldn't really let a majestic genius doctor do this kind of rough work, let alone a noble lady like you."

Rebecca suddenly woke up, and seemed a little disappointed.

"Mentor, why did you suddenly become interested in cows?"

Qiao An didn't believe that Mr. Professor would become a rancher for no reason. It's hard work and can't make a lot of money. If he has the energy, he might as well speculate in the stock exchange.

"Of course it's for research purposes." Professor Moriarty pointed to the log cabin opposite the corral, "I established a smallpox vaccine research institute in the ranch. Although the environment and equipment are relatively simple, everything that should be there is Yes, we will work here next, and I have arranged your dormitory, which is next to the shepherd's kennel, and you can deal with the cockroaches and rats yourself."

"Wow... Are the conditions so difficult?" Joan wiped off his cold sweat.

"Don't worry, when did the instructor treat you badly? I will take you to the 'Happy Palace' to relax when I have time. I heard that there will be a famous striptease troupe of beast girls coming to perform next week. Then I will take you there to open your eyes." Professor Moriarty said with his arms around the students' shoulders.

Rebecca shook her sensitive ears, coughed heavily, and asked, "What dance troupe?"

"Ballet! Ballet troupe! Pure art performance!" Professor Moriarty hid it with a dry smile.

"Teacher, I don't have artistic talent. If I can't appreciate that kind of performance, I won't accompany you!" Joan declared in advance.

There was a lady present, and it was inconvenient for Mr. Professor to speak yellow accents, so he took Joan and Rebecca to the restless cow, and motioned them to carefully observe the source of the cow's restlessness.

Joan looked carefully at the cow up and down, and soon found that there were many herpes the size of fingernails on her breasts, which may be why she looked so uncomfortable.

"This kind of herpes..." Joan squatted on the cow's abdomen and observed intently. "It seems to be a symptom of viral infection."

"I will do this! Cowpox! It's cowpox!" Rebecca stood behind Joan, shaking his shoulders and yelling.

"How do you know?" Joan turned around in surprise.

"We pastors also need to learn medical skills!" Rebecca smiled proudly, "You still remember, I opened a clinic in Leiden City."

"I thought you only treated people, didn't you also play a guest role as a veterinarian?"

"Whether it's a human or a livestock disease, I can cure it! Besides, my family has a pasture. I know a lot about cowpox, a common symptom in cows. Although it is not fatal, it will make the infected cows very painful. It may even contaminate the milk, it is better to remove the herpes as soon as possible."

Professor Moriarty nodded approvingly at the Countess, who was proficient in veterinary medicine, and turned to despise his students.

"Look at you, you're still a Ph.D. What's the use of reading a lot!"

"I've heard of 'cowpox', but after all, I've never raised cows, so how can I understand this..." Joan argued aggrievedly.

"Professor, do you need me to treat your cow?" Rebecca rolled up her sleeves, eager to try, "Just cast a low-level magic spell to completely eradicate the cowpox virus."

"Don't!" Professor Moriarty quickly waved his hand to stop, "This is an experimental subject specially bred by me. If you cast a spell to remove the cowpox, my two weeks of hard work will be in vain!"

Joan's heart was moved when he heard the words, and he quickly asked the instructor: "The vaccinia virus... is related to the smallpox vaccine you are researching?"

Professor Moriarty nodded solemnly.

"Vaccinia and smallpox, the former is mainly transmitted among cattle, and the latter can only infect humans. How did you think of linking these two unrelated diseases?"

Joan became more and more curious about the tutor's unconstrained thinking.

"This is not my own inspiration, but someone reminded me to do so." Professor Moriarty took a puff on his pipe, "This spring, the international public health investigation team investigated the smallpox epidemic in the aboriginal communities of the Vimere Valley, An investigative report was published later, which referred to my smallpox prevention papers... which had been inexplicably stolen and passed into the hands of the Asa."

Having said that, Professor Moriarty glared at Joan angrily.