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Chapter 114 Less than Five Thousand Heads

Exciting the audience in the live broadcast room for a while, Wen Wanwan patted the big guy's head before continuing to introduce.

"Generally speaking, most of the deer and bovine animals in the artiodactyla order rely on horns to fight for mates, and the winner can get the right to mate."

"But black musk deer rely on their fangs. The longer the fangs, the more attractive they are to the opposite sex. It's almost like humans seeing handsome men and beautiful women."

Wen Wanwan found a place to sit down, pointed the camera at the big guy's dark face, and then continued to explain.

"In fact, a long time ago, most artiodactyls had tusks, including horses, camels, and sika deer. Their ancestors had similar tusks in their mouths."

"Back then, the grass wasn't as jagged as it is now, and it was easier to chew."

"It's just that the grass at that time naturally made itself tougher in order not to be eaten."

"Later, as most herbivores evolved fangs, under natural adjustments, the grass gradually became the present appearance with many sawtooths."

"Grass evolved, and most herbivores naturally evolved to adapt. They shed their fangs, made their teeth stronger, and even grew flat teeth."

"This tooth structure can help them chew the serrated or spiky grass without scratching the mouth."

"Obviously, the black musk deer is a continuation of the species from that era."

"It's just that the black musk, which has a history of countless years, is very weak in the face of human expansion."

"The musk produced by black musk deer is extremely high regardless of its taste or medicinal value. Before the 90s, a large number of poachers carried out poaching activities against black musk deer."

"In just ten years, of the more than 4 black musk deer that originally lived on this land, there are less than [-] left."

"Even this number is still declining. It is estimated that after ten years, the population of black musk deer will approach the critical point of [-]."

Following Wen Wanwan's calm science popularization, the entire live broadcast room suddenly became lively.

Citiflower: [This guy actually looks good, why do you want to kill him! 】

Dong Li'er: [tens of thousands of heads, this is not counting the number of breeding during the period...]

Autumn Window and Rainy Night: [Is there no protected area for black musk deer now? 】

Wen Wanwan watched the barrage in the live broadcast room for a while, and after a moment of silence, she continued to explain.

"It is very difficult for black musk deer to survive in captivity. So far, no large-scale breeding farms have been established."

"In terms of protected areas, the habitats of the Nujiang Nature Reserve and the Gaoligong Mountain Nature Reserve have not been specifically set up for black musk deer."

This guy is indeed precious enough. There are prescriptions for using black musk in many medical books handed down from ancient times in our country.

If this guy goes extinct, these prescriptions may completely become history.

Wen Wanwan looked at the big guy lying quietly beside her, and patted it on the back with a little distress.

Now if you want to see wild protected animals, especially this kind of extremely precious ones, basically only this kind of primitive jungle is possible.

Wen Wanwan vaguely remembered that when he was in college, he had a graduate student brother. When he was writing his graduation thesis, he directly confirmed the wild South China tiger without human intervention with a wave of his hand.

So far, it has been delayed for five full years, and the number of wild South China tigers in our country is less than fifty. If you want to see this thing, at present, you can only find it in the deepest no-man's land in the Qinling Mountains.

That senior organized no less than fifteen times of scientific expeditions to go deep into the Qinling Mountains, but they couldn't find even a single tiger hair, let alone the South China tiger.

"Do you mind if I take some fur?"

Wen Wanwan rubbed the big guy's head, and pulled out a little hair from the big guy with a smile.

For most people, this thing is just a genetic archive, but for Wen Wanwan, it is of great use.

In the inheritance of druid prescriptions, black musk hair was burned into ashes and mixed with other medicinal materials to treat acute encephalitis in idyllic dogs.

Although Wen Wanwan didn't know what the use of Mao's incineration to ashes was, that's what this recipe was for, and it wouldn't work without any medicine.

There are many similar prescriptions, such as soup made from cockscombs and other medicinal materials, which can relieve the pain of fold-eared cats.

For example, use the hair on the black swan's tail and the boiled water to make other medicinal materials, and after turning into a paste, it can treat the constipation of cattle.

In fact, in many cases, the rescue station does not need to use the equipment of western medicine. With the prescriptions passed down by the druids, it can be cured directly.

But many medicinal materials are either too difficult to find or are on the verge of extinction.

There are even many medicinal materials that have been extinct for many years. As a last resort, Wen Wanwan can only choose the combination of Chinese and Western medicine to maintain the aid station.

After sealing the gray fur with plastic wrap and stuffing it into the backpack, Wen Wanwan also stretched and stood up.

"There is not much time for a lunch break, and we will go back early, and we should continue to go after lunch."

After patting the big guy on the head again, Wen Wanwan also led the audience in the live broadcast room back to the camp following the traces of coming.

As soon as he stepped into the vicinity of the water pool, a smell of meat filled the air.

Wen Wanwan twitched her nose, and her eyes immediately locked on the stove.

It can be said that the time she came back was just right, and the cook lifted the lid to reveal today's lunch.

Stewed potatoes with large chunks of beef brisket and steamed rice make the eyes of people who have been hungry all morning glow green.

Wen Wanwan cleaned the lunch boxes almost as quickly as possible and lined up.

The cook looked up at Wen Wanwan, then silently picked up the big spoon beside him.

After filling two tablespoons full, he asked with some hesitation.

"Not enough for more?"

"Then some more potatoes!"

"Row!"

The large spoon shook in the pot, filled with potatoes and covered it.

This is not surprising to the cooks. Opening the road is extremely exhausting. It is normal for Wen Wanwan to eat a lot.

But for the audience in the live broadcast room, watching the lunch that had turned into a hill, the barrage suddenly became joyful.

Zhou Zhou Maruko: [Ahahaha, is that enough?More! 】

Qian Zhenglun: [Knock, this lunch is more than enough for me to eat for a week! 】

It's such a big mouthful of trees: [Just highlight one outlier, I can't eat so much even if I'm hungry for a month! 】

(End of this chapter)