I am the chief of a primitive tribe

After Mufeng and Baiya trimmed the chicken feathers, they were about to leave. Mufeng smiled and said, "Wait!"

"What's wrong?" Baiya looked excited, and obviously had not recovered from the "battle of wits and courage" of trimming the chicken feathers.

"Picking eggs!" Mufeng smiled, "Have you forgotten the taste of eggs?"

"Ah!" Baiya slapped her head, her pretty face full of surprise, "I almost forgot, I boiled eggs with plain water after I went back, and they tasted good too!"

"Haha!" Mufeng said as he squatted in front of the chicken shed. He saw that the haystacks under the shed had become grass nests, and there were eggs in the grass nests in twos and threes.

A rough calculation showed that there were about fifty eggs.

The two began to pick eggs.

Mufeng picked up the eggs while measuring the size of the eggs, thinking in his heart how to make the eggs taste better with limited materials.

Suddenly, Bai Ya screamed, "Ah!"

Mu Feng turned around and saw Bai Ya pointing at an egg in a grass nest with a pale face. He was so scared that he dropped two eggs in his hand and broke them on the ground.

"Huh?" Mu Feng looked in the direction of her hand, frowned, and then relaxed. He reached out and patted Bai Ya gently, "It's okay, it's okay!"

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

Bai Ya shivered with fear, her pretty face turned pale, and she quickly hid behind Mu Feng.

Mu Feng smiled and said, "It's just an egg. Are you so scared?"

"But..." Bai Ya covered her face with her hands, "It's different from other eggs. Why is it soft? It can't be a snake egg?"

"Snake eggs?" Mu Feng shook his head, "Snake eggs are not like this either. This is a chicken egg. It's just that its shell is soft, so it has become a soft-shelled egg."

"Don't all eggs have hard shells?" Bai Ya noticed that Mu Feng was very calm, so he quietly poked his head behind him, "This soft-shelled egg can't be a monster, right?"

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

He wanted to tell Bai Ya that the reason why eggs are soft-shelled is because the chickens don't take in enough calcium.

You know, the eggshell is naturally soft in the chicken's stomach, but the eggshell of the egg is hard because the chickens, in addition to eating, will also eat some lime-based things regularly and irregularly to supplement calcium.

So chickens from ancient times to the present, whether they are domestic or wild, will intentionally or unintentionally dig in the soil pile, and even eat stones when necessary.

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

It is not surprising that White Fang had never seen it before and thought it was a monster.

Mu Feng was still thinking about how to explain to White Fang so that he could understand the relationship between eggshell and calcium. White Fang suddenly asked: "Other eggs have hard shells, but this egg has a soft shell. Is the chicken that laid this egg sick?"

"Sick?" Mu Feng suddenly became alert.

It is easy to deal with soft-shelled eggs. Just throw some gravel and hard soil.

But what if the chicken is sick?

In the previous life, bird flu and chicken plague would easily kill a large number of birds in an area.

This is not the most terrible thing. The most terrible thing is that if the disease in the chicken is transmitted to humans, the consequences will be unimaginable!

First of all, it has been proven on the modern earth in the previous life that viruses such as bird flu can be transmitted to humans.

If such a situation really occurs, it is fine if it happens on the Earth in the previous life, but what will happen if it happens in the tribe now?

I am afraid that the whole tribe will suffer, right?

Mu Feng is a historian, so he naturally knows that many major events of genocide and extinction in history were caused by diseases.

Secondly, in primitive society, due to 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 suddenly became serious.

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

Hygiene, disinfection, epidemic prevention...

He must take precautions before this happens!

Bai Ya yelled for a long time and found that Mu Feng was silent and in a daze. She immediately quieted down and asked tentatively in a low voice: "Brother Mu Feng, are you listening?"

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

Bai Ya frowned and said uncertainly: "What should we do with this soft-skinned egg? It's scary!"

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

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

"Ah?" Bai Ya was startled and ran out again with a pale face, "Then...then our tribe will be in trouble.? "

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

Mu Feng sorted out his thoughts and said, "You can find some hard small pieces of soil, crush them into particles and throw them in. Also, gather all the ashes from burning firewood and hay in the tribe! Sprinkle some in this chicken coop and all over the ground! Oh, and sprinkle them in the pigpen and sheep pen!"

White Fang was puzzled, "What are you going to do with the ashes?"

Mu Feng shook his head: "I can't explain it to you clearly for a while, you go to do these first, and put the arrow feather thing aside. Oh, say that I asked you to do this, and then find your father and say that I have something to do with him!"

Wood ash disinfection is a common disinfection method used by rural elders in the previous life.

There is no way, he doesn't have slaked lime now.

"Yes!" White Fang noticed that Mu Feng looked serious, and didn't dare to ask more, so he turned around and trotted out.

Mu Feng walked out of the chicken coop and thought blankly.