บท 5: Chapter 5: Nutrition Plan

Protein is undoubtedly the most important.

There were also prosperous times in ancient times when most people in a country could fill their stomachs, but a significant increase in the average height of the people would only occur in the industrial age when protein was abundant.

Not only height, but all aspects of a person's adulthood, including intelligence, energy, emotional regulation ability, etc., are closely related to their early protein intake, especially animal protein, namely meat, eggs, milk, etc.

Ma Shao lives in a hunting tribe, so they don't have to worry too much about protein, as their staple food is bison meat. Here, lack of protein is equivalent to famine and is not a problem that needs to be considered in nutrition planning.

Nutrients other than protein are a bit troublesome, especially vitamins.

After the meat is cooked, some vitamins will be lost, but eating bison meat raw is a bit of a waste of time and unclean. What if you get seriously ill? Should you go to an American doctor? I'm afraid he will just give you a scalp circumcision, the smoothest scalp cutting experience.

Generally speaking, this deficiency would not be too serious, but Ma Shao hopes that he can grow up healthier and stronger. Nine years old is the golden period of physical development.

He died of illness in his previous life. What made him feel even more ashamed was that he had signed a body donation agreement before his death, but his liver could not be donated because he had fatty liver! He had

to live a healthy life in this life.

It is 1840 and we are still an Indian tribe. We certainly cannot find supplements or anything like that. If we want to supplement our nutrition, we can only change our diet.

Ma Shao is not a professional nutritionist and cannot come up with a detailed plan. There is actually only one thing he can really implement: dietary diversification.

In addition to beef, you can also eat some fruits, vegetables, fish, shrimp, and whole grains.

In this regard, Ma Shao had no choice but to take action himself.

Although the clan often collects wild fruits and vegetables, the quantity is small and not included in every meal. In addition, women have always been responsible for collecting wild fruits and vegetables. Now there are few women in the clan, so if he wants to add to the meal, he naturally has to do it himself.

Fortunately, this meal was not necessary yet, as there were still some wild fruits available. Ma Shao ate a few of them after finishing his beef jerky.

Wild fruits don't taste very good, mostly sour and astringent. The various sweet and mellow fruits of later generations are the products of long-term breeding and careful cultivation.

But for the sake of vitamins, for the development of this body, for his future height, muscles, length, hardness, etc....it doesn't matter if it's sour, he has no right to be picky about food now.

After dinner at the chief's house, Ma Shao returned to his own tent to rest.

The tent is not big, and it would be a bit crowded for a family of three, but now that he is alone, it feels a bit spacious.

His bed was simple, made of two soft, wide buffalo skins, one on the ground and the other covering his body.

From time to time, the cries of the tribesmen could still be heard outside, and some were even getting louder and louder, as if the empty beds and mats when people were sleeping had once again evoked their sadness.

Ma Shao lay on the bison hide, listening to the crying outside, feeling a little dazed. Past memories were floating in his mind, some from the 21st century, and some from the clan.

This made him feel very anxious and he couldn't sleep.

Ma Shao certainly wants to save his own people. This is a natural idea that is in line with his emotions and ideals, as well as his practical interests.

At the same time, there is no doubt that if anyone can save the Indians from a dark future, it can only be him, the reborn one.

However, even though he possessed knowledge that was nearly two hundred years ahead of his time, he still felt insecure about this goal.

After all, he was just an ordinary middle school physics teacher. Although he felt very awesome on the Internet, he felt that he could not be compared with those romantic figures who could turn the tide.

Ma Shao had also imagined a scenario in which he traveled through time to this era, where he would become a physics giant, bring out the theories of Maxwell, Einstein, Planck and others, shock the physics community, win endless fame, and at the same time build up China's scientific education.

Physicists of this level would put Newton in a lower position. They are saints who will not be in danger of death anywhere. China has its own historical process. He does not need to interfere too much, nor dare to interfere. What if he makes things worse?

Ma Shao thinks this is perfect.

As a result, fate turned him into an Indian, making it difficult for him to get in touch with the world of physics. The original historical course led directly to a dead end, and one day his entire clan, young and old, might be exterminated, and even their scalps might be cut off.

You can't be a guide, can you?

Ma Shao deeply doubted his spirit of sacrifice, and he felt that he was a coward. But at least, before a gun was pointed at his head, he would definitely not do such a thing as leading the way.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the crying outside had long stopped, and Ma Shao's thoughts finally changed.

Just when he was fantasizing about becoming a giant physicist, a physical phenomenon suddenly came to his mind:

the Mpemba effect, hot water can freeze faster than cold water, and there is also a symmetrical "anti-Mpemba effect", that is, cold water can be heated faster than hot water.

This may seem counter-intuitive, but it is true.

Is the difference between cold water and hot water really as big as it seems?

Compared to water, the progress of civilization will only be more complicated. Is the intuitive gap really reliable?

The weak defeating the strong has been a practice since ancient times. If the Qing army could enter the pass, why not give the Indians a try?

Besides, I have already died once, so even if I lose it's no big deal, there is really no need to hesitate.

Ma Shao became much more optimistic. Then he seemed to remember something and quickly reached into his bosom and took out the pocket watch - the one he had looted from the white man.

Damn, it's already past three o'clock!

Go to bed!

Physical development requires not only nutrition, but also exercise and sleep.

Ma Shao quickly lay down and cut off all distracting thoughts. Then, perhaps because of his natural body, he fell asleep in just over ten seconds.

It's late at night and everyone is asleep.

Chief Sleeping Bear came out of the tent, holding a pipe, and paced around the camp with a frown on his face. No one knew what he was thinking about.

"Chief?"

The old chief turned around when he heard the voice and said, "Stone Crow, you are awake too."

The stone crow nodded.

The old chief said nothing, his brows were still furrowed, and he puffed on his cigarette from time to time.

After a while he spoke: "I just had a dream...The Sleeping Bear opened his eyes."

"What?" Stone Crow couldn't help but look surprised when he heard that.

The name of the clan and its chiefs of all generations is Sleeping Bear. This kind of dream is naturally extraordinary in the eyes of the members of the Sleeping Bear clan. It is no wonder that the chief ran to the camp for a walk in the middle of the night.

"I think this is a revelation from the Great Spirit," the chief said, "perhaps we shouldn't merge with other clans."

Stone Crow hesitated and said, "But we have almost no women left. If we don't merge with other clans, our clan will definitely have difficulty in reproducing."

"We still have men." The old chief said slowly.

Stone Crow blinked: "Could it be..."