It's already noon and it's time to go out to work.
At this time, Shaokang came back with barefoot naked and wet all over. He happily held a pile of shell screws wrapped in lotus leaves in both hands.
When he saw Ye Qing, he shook his eyebrows and showed off:
"You can catch snakes and eat meat, and I can also go down the river to get shells and come back to eat meat!"
Legs!
Ye Qing walked over and patted his back with a hard slap. A leech that was sucking blood and sucked the round little fingers fell down.
Ye Qing was bitten by a leech, and the leech that was sucking blood could not be pulled down directly. He had to slap hard before the leech would fall off by itself.
When the leech fell, the leech adsorbed on Shaokang's back immediately emitted blood, and it could not stop it, and a long blood flow soon formed.
Shaokang exclaimed, then stomped the leech that fell to the ground, cursing her mouth.
The soft creature like leech has strong vitality. Shaokang is barefoot with his barefoot feet. He lets him stomp on it. The leech that was stomped down immediately shrinks into a mass of meat the size of a coin, twisting and squirming, and will not die for a while.
Leeds suck blood, but people don’t feel it.
Shaokang actually didn't notice any lees adsorbing on his back until he returned home. After Ye Qing slapped off the leeches, blood was dripping from his back, and he still didn't realize anything.
If the bleeding caused by leeches is not treated, the wound will be difficult to solidify and the blood will flow for a long time. A small wound will flow out a large pool of blood.
To stop bleeding!
Ye Qing turned around and looked around, looking for some weeds that could stop bleeding.
There were many weeds that could stop bleeding. He saw several kinds of grass at the door and was about to pick them.
I immediately remembered that mugwort can stop bleeding.
He pinched a few tender leaves on the cut mugwort, crushed them into a ball, pinched them out of juice, and then pressed the whole ball of broken mugwort on Shaokang's wound.
After a period of time, the blood will stop.
After dealing with the wounds caused by the leech, he observed Shaokang's harvest again.
The people of the tribe have many kinds of food, and they will not let go of what they can eat.
These crustacean aquatic products brought back by Shaokang are often eaten by the tribe.
Ye Qing knew most of these shellfish screws, but many of them couldn't be named. Some of them had never seen them before and didn't know them.
However, there was one of them that made Ye Qing's pupils suddenly shrink.
Slim and long, like nails...
Snails!
When he saw the snail, two terrifying nouns immediately appeared in his mind...
Schistosoma !
Big belly disease!
When he was a child in the countryside, he still remembers the publicity and education of the production team in preventing schistosomiasis.
On the poster, a thin little boy, with a terrifyingly large belly, made him have nightmares for several nights.
He immediately took the lotus leaf bag from Shaokang, put it on the ground, then picked up a wooden stick, and selected the screws one by one.
He didn't dare to touch these screws directly with his hands.
“These cannot be eaten!”
Ye Qing said seriously, and then carefully checked Shaokang's hands to see if there were any redness, swollenness, etc.
Of course this is useless.
Schistosoma schistosomiasis has an incubation period, and even if Shaokang is infected with schistosomiasis, he does not show symptoms so quickly.
This is just a terrifying memory of his childhood, which made him perform extreme behavior.
"Have anyone in the tribe ever had the disease of having a big belly?"
Shaokang was inexplicably made by Ye Qing's behavior. He shook his head blankly when he heard Ye Qing ask.
"How many were there before!" The clan leader came back, "and they all died later!"
Ye Qing pointed to the screw and said:
"This kind of snail is the root cause of big belly disease. You can't eat it, don't touch it even if you touch it!"
Shaokang disagreed: "I don't know how much I have eaten, why didn't I see this disease?"
The patriarch squatted on the ground and stared at the snails carefully, wanting to see something. This kind of snail is commonplace. He has eaten it since he was a child and has been ate it for decades.
After watching for a long time, the patriarch did not see anything wrong.
"Is it the source of disease?"
"Yes!"
Ye Qing's answer was decisive.
The patriarch fell into thinking, which was inconsistent with his experience.
He is the most knowledgeable person in the tribe. He knows more, but he doesn't understand more. He knows that sometimes he can't just look at the problem from the surface. He doesn't get sick after taking the snails, and he can't use this to infer that the snails will not cause disease.
Snails can cause diseases, which involves his blind spots in experience.
However, his survival wisdom played a role.
I would rather believe that it exists than that it does not exist.
He decided to believe Ye Qing.
Besides, there is not much meat for snails, so if you don’t eat them, you won’t eat them, and there is no big impact.
"Shaokang, you are not allowed to touch this kind of snail in the future. All people in the tribe are not allowed to touch this kind of snail."
He is a qualified patriarch, and after making a decision, he immediately promoted it.
There is another knot to tie!
At the same time, he still had a question in his mind, whether he would like to ask the gods for answers next time during the sacrifice.
He believed in the existence of the gods of witchcraft sacrifices.
However, the language between man and God is not in touch with each other, and the answers he gets are all in vague and confusing. He has never received a clear and clear instruction from the gods.
Is it wrong to suck the hemp seeds?
Try changing your posture next time?
Ye Qing really wanted to advise Shaokang not to go into the water again, so he thought about it and let it go again.
Thinking about when he was a child, his family repeatedly warned him not to play with water, but he still played with water every day.
In such a hot weather, soaking in the water is a supreme enjoyment.
Furthermore, going into the water is also an important way to obtain food. The clams, shells, snails, and snails in the water are all very good foods.
Moreover, the acquisition of these foods is much simpler and safer than hunting.
In an era of food scarcity, any means that are conducive to survival must be fully utilized.
You should not give up this relatively efficient and safe means of obtaining food because you are afraid of getting a disease.
That's because of choking!
At this time, the wound caused by the leech on Shaokang's back stopped bleeding, which attracted the attention of the patriarch.
The tribe is still inefficient in the utilization of resources and does not have much experience in using herbs.
The wild grass of mugwort immediately attracted the attention of the patriarch.
Mugwort, which repels mosquitoes last night, was used by Ye Qing to stop bleeding today. In the eyes of the clan leader, this is very magical and he immediately realized its great significance.
Seeing that the patriarch was interested, Ye Qing expressed some knowledge of hemostatic herbs that he knew.
"If you stop bleeding, mugwort, this, this... can do it."
He led the patriarch to wander among the grass, pointing the weeds that could stop bleeding to the patriarch one by one.
Toad leaves, summer dead grass, dandelions, and socks...
"This is a small wound to stop bleeding. When you encounter a large wound, these are not very useful...
"In the place where the erine grows, there is such a big, white thing that grows against the ground. This thing is so gray after drying. Tear it into pieces and stick it on the wound. It has a good effect on stopping bleeding, which can stop bleeding quickly and promote the healing of the wound with scabs."
Ye Qing talks about gray bags, also called cow shit. It has excellent bleeding-resistance effect, comparable to Yunnan Baiyao. When he was a child, he was in the countryside, almost every family must have it.
These herbs are extremely ordinary, and are everywhere in the wild. You can find one or more in any place within almost three steps.
The patriarchs all know several kinds of weeds, but they don’t know that they have the effect of stopping bleeding.
He repeatedly asked about the usage of these weeds in detail.
Ye Qing sighed in his heart: This is a very primitive old man who is very easy to learn!
And in the eyes of the patriarch, these knowledge are sacred.
The inconspicuous little knowledge in Ye Qing's eyes, in his eyes... can save lives!
Humans in this era are easily injured due to lack of good protection when they are active in the wild.
There is no effective way to deal with injuries and bleeding, and it can only be achieved by natural healing.
This can easily cause wounds to become inflamed, ulcerated, and even endanger life.
Even a small wound, bad luck can sometimes cause very serious consequences.
Some larger wounds are even worse, and the blood flows continuously, and they can only watch the injured die of bleeding without any help.
The patriarch is wise. He can not only remember the knowledge passed down by his predecessors, but also discover new knowledge, but also learn very seriously and will promote it in the tribe.
As the patriarch, he has no idea of ​​hiding his own personalities about his clan members.
As the leader of the tribe, he is the job of promoting good experience and knowledge among the tribe, improving the tribe's survival ability, and making the tribe more prosperous.
By extension, our ancestors worked hard and overcome all obstacles through this little knowledge accumulation, and finally developed a brilliant civilization.
"Alan! Alan..."
A Xing's panic-like cry came from the house!
Ah Xing's cry was very sharp, and it was a bit scary when it was dozens of meters away.
Knock!
Something happened to Alan!
In the grass, Ye Qing and the clan leader were not worried about continuing to identify the herbs and rushed back home.
There was a bleak cloud in the house.
The little girl Alan is in a coma!
Mother A Xing was holding Alan, kneeling on the ground, lowering her head and crying.
Next to the side, sister A Zi and sister A Lian sat with her tears.
My father Taikang sat opposite him, without saying a word, and was terriblely silent.
Shaokang beat his hands and turned around.
The patriarch Ye Qing and the other patriarch came to A Xing. The patriarch lowered his head and carefully checked the situation of the little girl Alan. He stretched out his trembling hand and carefully stroked Alan's red face.
After a long time, he shook his head in the hopeful eyes of everyone.
"I can only pray for the blessing of the gods!"
As he said that, he turned around to prepare his outfit, and he wanted to sacrifice!
He has seen too many fever symptoms, but there is no way.
I can only carry it on my body.
Adults can still withstand it.
However, the little girl Alan has a very serious fever. She is so young, only two years old... It's very dangerous!
He can only pray for the blessing of the gods!
Sacrifice was his only means.
Even the knowledgeable clan leader had no choice but to cut off his last hope. A Xing finally couldn't hold on, rolled his eyes and fell to the side.
Fortunately, A Zi and A Lian were right next to her and held her in time, so she didn't fall to the ground.
Ye Qing hurriedly carried Alan from her arms.
Alan is in a coma, her face is red and her lips are chapped.
I reached out to explore Alan's forehead, it was hot!
This is a high fever!
Recalling Alan's snot, she kept dozing off all morning...
This is a cold!
High fever caused by colds!
Thinking of this, Ye Qing wanted to slap himself a few times.
I should have noticed it long ago!
If measures were taken earlier, it might not be so serious.
Now that it is so serious, what should I do?
In modern society, colds are common. At most, you can get a few drip bottles and take a few pills and it's all done.
But now is the primitive era, where did the drip come from and where did the pills come from?
For children, if the high fever is severe, it will be fatal if they are not treated in time!
What's more, in this primitive era of lack of medical treatment and medicine!
Judging from the temperature on Alan's forehead, it is probably no less than 40 degrees.
It's already extremely dangerous!
We must find a way as soon as possible!
Otherwise, it will burn your brain or induce other sequelae such as encephalitis, and it will be really over!
But, I am not a medical student, how can I treat it?
Watching a vivid life passing by in front of him, he hated his powerlessness extremely.
His eyes began to turn red, and the veins on his forehead began to bulge.
The chaos and helplessness of the crowd caused him to be inexplicably irritable.
He suddenly shouted: "Stop quarrel, I have a way!"
Chapter completed!