1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 111 [Old Shaman]

Masks are nothing complicated, but before the development of microbial physiology, the mechanisms of various diseases were poorly understood, and masks were generally not used deliberately in medical matters.

Ma Shao has already learned that the plague that broke out in Sleeping Bear City this time is probably some kind of pneumonia.

Since it is pneumonia, masks are naturally essential.

So he quickly found some women and taught them to sew simple masks with cotton cloth. The style is almost the same as Wu's mask, which is the mask designed by the later Mr. Wu Lien-teh during the fight against the plague.

In front of all the women, Ma Shao folded the cotton cloth, then cut the two ends to make a bandage, and put it on his face to cover his mouth and nose.

"Like this, make a lot of masks and get everyone a pair as quickly as possible," he said.

Looking at the simple mask on a rainy day, he hesitated: "Does this really work?"

Ma Shao: "You already know that patients need to be isolated. Of course, masks are also a kind of isolation, and may be the most critical type of isolation. After all, diseases come from the mouth."

Rainy day nodded, but still asked: "Is there any other way?"

"No." Horse Whistle shook his head, "Garlic wine and garlic oil are useless, isolation is our only means."

Sleeping Bear has purchased some distillation tools so that garlic oil can be made.

The allicin in garlic oil is more pure and does not need to be dissolved in spirits for use. The curative effect is naturally better, but it is a bit wasteful. After all, the distillation process will cause a part of allicin to decompose due to heat.

The first few critically ill patients were treated with garlic oil, but it didn't work.

It can be seen that the culprit of this plague is probably some kind of virus, and antibiotics are helpless.

Since antibiotics are powerless, the only means is to isolate and curb the spread of the virus.

"It seems that we can only resign ourselves to fate." Rainy Tian sighed.

The horse post is still optimistic: "That's not true. Although isolation is primitive, it is also the most effective method. As long as it can be isolated in time and persisted for a period of time, this plague will definitely be contained. The current situation is actually good, at least There was no outbreak."

"I hope so." The rainy day changed the topic, "However, besides the plague, we still have some troubles to deal with."

"You mean..." Horse Whistle could probably guess.

Rainy day: "Those old shamans tried to restore their traditions, and preached that the plague is the punishment of the Great Spirit for you and me. The leader is the vulture, and the thick shoulders have caught him, but people other than the vulture are still in the dark spread rumors."

"When the plague came, these ghosts and monsters also jumped out." Ma Whistle couldn't help but snorted.

Rainy day said: "Thick shoulders mean, find a chance to arrest them directly and shoot them all. What do you think?"

Ma Shao thought for a while: "We still put epidemic prevention as the top priority. Containing the plague is more effective than anything else...Of course, if they dare to do something out of the ordinary, the tribe can just save a few idlers."

The cost of pension shamans is not low. In order to keep them from doing mischief as much as possible, the tribe should not only give honorary titles and social status, but also provide material comforts.

For example, the six largest residential houses in Sleeping Bear City are all owned by the old shaman.

Among the various stability maintenance expenses of the tribe, the bribes paid to these old shamans are one of the most important components, second only to the expenses of assimilating foreigners.

In addition to these visible costs, there are also some invisible costs, such as the hidden costs brought about by corrupting the social atmosphere.

After learning the knowledge, many young people have clearly recognized the moth nature of the old shaman.

However, these moths live an extremely nourishing life, their social status is high, and they can complain about this and that.

In contrast, I have worked so hard to live an ordinary life, no one cares about me, and I have no place to complain when I feel depressed... Thinking of this, anyone will inevitably feel depressed.The spread of such emotions will inevitably drag down the development of society.

But the tribe can't help it. These old shamans have fans, influence and incitement, especially among middle-aged and elderly people.

Faced with the instigation and blackmail by the old shaman, the tribe can only obediently pay the money and confess to them with delicious food and drink.

If there is a chance, Ma Shao naturally wants to save the money.

The more I thought about it on a rainy day, the more annoyed I became: "These old shamans are really disgusting! A group of guys who get nothing for nothing, but still slander everywhere and gossip all day long!"

Horse whistle: "We see them as moths who get something for nothing, but for their fans and believers, they are more noble spiritual workers. Every time they dance to the gods, they are making spiritual food for the public, and they work very hard. "

At the end, he added casually: "If they could read a little better, they might even write a diary or something for the believers to read."

"What diary?" Rainy day didn't understand.

"It's nothing, just write their thoughts on paper." Ma Shao said, "But they will never have the ability. Their decayed bodies and beliefs make them completely lose the ability to learn new things. Until their death, they will repeat Chewing the same old formula."

The two talked for a while.

Rainy day suddenly said: "I hope I won't become such a person when I get old."

Masks are easy to make and can be made with a little tailoring experience, so they were quickly promoted throughout the city.

In order to increase the production of masks, Ma Shao also specially sent people to Clark Town to purchase cotton cloth.By the way, I also bought a lot of spirits for disinfection.

"What is this?" Mo Gu held a mask and looked at the soldier in front of him.

The soldier pointed to the mask on his face: "This is a 'mask', a tool made by the great chief to isolate the plague. Wearing it like I do can reduce the possibility of getting sick."

Mo Gu threw away the mask without hesitation: "It's nonsense, how can this kind of thing prevent the plague? Don't you have any common sense?"

What did the soldier want to say again: "The great chief said..."

But Mo Gu interrupted him, pointing to the colorful paint on his face: "Wearing a mask will only cover the patterns on our faces, and the patterns on our faces will be covered, so what can we use to fight against the God of Plague?"

"Young man, I advise you to take off the mask too, and paint patterns on your face, like me, and carefully paint three colors. This is something passed down from your ancestors, and it works better than anything else."

The soldier obviously didn't believe this much, but he still had to be polite: "Please wear a mask. The chief said that every member of the tribe should wear a mask. Moreover, wearing a mask will not hinder the pattern on the face." .”

"I won't wear this kind of thing!" Gu Mo insisted, "I have been learning shaman medicine since I was five years old, and no one knows the plague better than me."

(End of this chapter)