The Book of Mountains and Seas Takes Me to Get Rich

The Spanish flu pandemic in 1918 caused about 10 billion infections and 4000 million deaths around the world, with a fatality rate of 5.00%. After the emergence of antibiotics, the killing trend of influenza was curbed. Even so, the world's annual There are also about 200 million people who died of influenza.

Influenza virus is actually not deadly. People in good health don't even need to take medicine, and can recover by relying on their own immune system.But the terrible thing about flu is its complications.

Heart failure, pneumonia, and shock can all be fatal.

So, Aimang's people experienced a large-scale influenza epidemic, which led to widespread deaths, right?

Fang Yuan recalled that when Ai Mang appeared at his house, he realized that the man was actually having a fever.

At that time, Fangyuan actually gave him antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs immediately. Fortunately, the flu virus that Aimang contracted was not troublesome, and he got better after taking the medicine for a few hours, so there was no need to go to the hospital to hang water, otherwise he would have been sick at that time. It's really hard to explain what happened to Aimang.

God knows, he looked like a savage at that time, he couldn't even speak, okay?

But if Ai Mang's high fever persists, in order not to infect Fang Zhou, Fang Yuan may really want to hand him over to the country...

"I understand," Fang Yuan sighed, "That kind of disease should actually be considered a kind of plague, right?" Influenza, a droplet-borne disease, is a kind of plague no matter how you look at it. "Your clansmen should Died of the flu."

Ai Mang was stunned for a moment: "But everyone ate the scorpion fish and the pearl fish, it's useless..."

Fang Yuan pursed his lips, and said with difficulty: "Which two kinds of fish are you talking about..." His MD fish doesn't have antibiotics either? ! "Well, anyway, maybe it's not right."

Ai Mang frowned, looking a little aggrieved, and whispered: "I know, after Ah Mu died, I also seemed to be sick...there are not many people left in the clan, and I found that I was also sick, so I left In the clan, I want to stay away from everyone, so that maybe, maybe someone can survive. I crossed a river, climbed two hills, and when I was tired, I found a place to sleep, and when I woke up, I came here."

Well, yes, I hugged you over.

Fang Yuan thought for a while, if a single flu killed so many people of the Mong people, modern pollution is so serious, and super bacteria are actually everywhere, it stands to reason that ancient people without antibodies in their bodies should not be able to survive?How come since the fever was cured, what's the matter with not seeing Aimang these days?

"Ai Mang, have you been feeling well these days?" Fang Yuan asked worriedly, "Did you not feel sick again after you recovered?"

Ai Mang smiled: "I, my body seems to be changing all the time... I can't tell, but I don't feel uncomfortable, it's just changing all the time, and it will take a few days to get better."

That is to say, your body can automatically adapt to the modern environment?

Seeing Fangyuan kept looking at him, Aimang said quickly: "The medicine you gave me is very good, I can feel it, that medicine has changed me, my body is better than before... Well, I mean, I'm not stronger, but I shouldn't have a fever in the future."

kindness?Does this mean that your body has been modified by antibiotics and you will not get sick again? !

What are you kidding?Ancient people are so awesome 13?There are antibodies in the body so soon? ! !

Fang Yuan owns a pharmaceutical factory at home. Although he doesn’t study medicine, he still knows some basic things. If the human body is so strong, if you get sick and take medicine once, you will never have a recurrence in the future. The pharmaceutical industry may disappear long ago. right?

No, if this is the case, I am afraid that the superbugs have evolved to the extreme, right?

...I can't think deeply about this topic!

Fang Yuan broke out in a cold sweat. Ai Mang, a member of the ancient gods, won't be tied to the laboratory for research one day, right?

"What?" Fang Yuan couldn't straighten his tongue as soon as he opened his mouth, "Ai Mang, you must never tell anyone about this from now on, do you understand?"

Ai Mang glanced at him suspiciously, hesitated for a moment and then nodded: "I know, don't say anything."

Fangyuan's heart was pounding violently, and it took a while to calm down: "Anyway, Ai Mang, your people probably died because of a plague called influenza. You must not easily follow your origin. Speaking of others, if someone asks, you just say that you lived on the mountain since childhood, but I met you and brought you back, don't say anything else, remember?"

"En!" Aimang nodded seriously, "I live on the mountain, catch fish to eat, and take care of plants. Fangyuan takes me down the mountain."

Fang Yuan nodded quickly: "Yes! If someone asks you, just say so."

The two discussed about Aimang's background, and Fang Yuan continued to ask: "By the way, you said you took care of the plants, but I only found that the plants at home suddenly grew very well. How did you do it?"

Ai Mang tilted his head and thought for a while, then took a small aloe planted by Yuan just repotted above the window sill, and put it in front of him.

I saw that he didn't know how to do it, but he just covered the aloe with his hands lightly, and didn't see him say anything, but he just watched the dwarf aloe grow up!

This unscientific!

Fang Yuan watched helplessly as the aloe grew rapidly and kept pulling out new leaves. In less than a dozen seconds, the aloe, which was originally short and fat with only four or five small leaves, grew to a height of sixty to seventy centimeters. It's a big aloe with thirty or forty thick leaves sticking out!And looking carefully under those leaves, there are new buds emerging from the place next to the soil in the pot!Looking at it, it can be divided into several pots again...

What the hell!This is a plant ability, right? !

right? ! !

What are you talking about taking care of plants... Feelings are basically giving birth to plants, right? ! !

He just said why overnight, the pothos and aloe vera in the house exploded one after another? ! !

Fang Yuan's hands shaking as he pointed at the pot of aloe, "You, you...you are..."

"En?" Aimang looked at him and said strangely, "This is the power of God Jumang, what's wrong?"

Fangyuan opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word for a long time, so he had to close it again, just pointing at the pot of aloe, and pointing at Aimang.

Ai Mang smiled: "At first I also thought that Jumang God didn't know if he was still there, so I tried it. I thought that although the gods didn't know where they went, they should still be there, otherwise I wouldn't be able to use the power of God gone."

Fang Yuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked cautiously: "You Mong people, can you do this?"

"That's not true," Aimang laughed. "Amu said, I am better than everyone else, but the patriarch is stronger. The several mountains in our place are all taken care of by the tribe. The patriarch and elders, five people each People can take care of the plants of a mountain, and it is because we can use the power of God Jumang that our Mug people can develop so well."

He smiled shyly, "I'm much worse than the elders, but it's not bad. I can help you take care of the plants," Aimang said, looking at Fangyuan with bright eyes, "You saved me , and took me in, I can really help you take care of plants!"

Fang Yuan's heart moved, and he asked quickly: "Then can you help me grow Tuo beans?"

Ai Mang tilted his head: "Tuo Dou? Are you talking about Sheen?"

"Yes!" Fang Yuan was pleasantly surprised. If Tuo could really grow it on a large scale, then the raw materials they produced would be guaranteed, and it would save him the need to explain the source of this stuff! "Can you plant it?"

Ai Mang smiled confidently, and the charm on his tough face doubled: "Yes!"

"Great!" Fang Yuan blushed for some reason, but he just thought it was because he was too excited, "How big a piece of land can you take care of?"

Aimang thought for a while and said, "I can take care of land that is [-] steps long and [-] steps wide."

Well...how much is that?

Fangyuan took out the measuring tape and asked Ai Mang to walk around the living room several times, measuring back and forth several times, and finally confirmed that this person's step was about 0.8 meters a little more.He did the math, his [-] steps are nearly [-] meters... [-] meters long, that's nearly [-] mu of land!

"The mountain that your elders take care of..." Fang Yuan calculated several times before asking with difficulty, "How big is that mountain?"

Ai Mang thought for a while, and said: "The Great Elder's mountain, I will walk around it for a day, the patriarch's mountain is twice as big as the Great Elder's mountain."

"Yes, is it..."

Me, I really don't know anything about power...

Fang Yuan was so tired that he let Ai Mang go to sleep, but he himself couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning in the quilt, he sat up after a long while.

This room was originally the bedroom of Fang's father and mother. Fang Yuan has been diligently tidying up but has not moved this room.After Ai Mang came, Fang Yuan thought about it and gave Ai Mang his original bedroom to use, and moved to live in his parents' bedroom.

The dim light from the street lamps outside the window penetrated into the frosted windows and shone on the wedding photos of Mom and Dad Fang on the wall.Fang Yuan looked at his parents' happy smiling young faces, and there were many things in his heart that he wanted to tell them.He really misses them.

The son wants to support but the relative is not there.

Fang Yuan let out a long sigh, and finally lay down.

There is this big photo hanging on the wall, as if the warm eyes of parents seem to be still looking at him.Fang Yuan's mood suddenly calmed down, and she fell asleep in a daze without knowing it.

When he was woken up by the phone, it was already broad daylight.

"Hello?" Fang Yuan closed his eyes and touched the phone, "Who?"

"Senior, it's not good!"