Zhao Xian immediately took out his intercom, picked a separate channel number, and told Qiao Xuejun the frequency while standing at the door: "Connect now. Call me directly if you need anything later."
Qiao Xuejun cooperated and connected to the channel: "Got it. Go back quickly."
Footsteps could be heard outside the door on the snowy ground. Zhao Xian's voice came over the intercom. He asked, "Have you ever delivered a horse before?"
Qiao Xuejun looked at the mare on the ground, concentrating: "...No. I just saw it a few times."
She specialized in field crops and also studied animal science, though not in depth. Her experience in horse breeding came from working with her teacher on a project at a farm where horses were raised. Besides working on the project, she also spent some time working with the breeders.
Moreover, when she brought the zoo back home to build it, the system rewarded her with a veterinary guide and a pair of binoculars that could be used to check the condition of the animals.
Of the 5,000 people at the base, most of those with agronomy backgrounds have experience in horticulture, agriculture, and forestry. For example, Jin Yiyun, a florist, has studied horticulture, and Lao Feng and Xiao Feng once ran an orchard.
But horse breeding is such a niche industry in their area that they couldn't find any related practitioners. Not even a veterinarian could be found.
Zhao Xian: "Do you want to ask Doctor Zheng for help?"
Qiao Xuejun asked the system to take out the telescope. While observing the mare with the telescope, she replied to Zhao Xian: "Not yet, the situation is normal."
Doctor Zheng was not familiar with the mare, and if she got stressed out by going in and out, it would be more trouble than it was worth.
Ice-footed horse
[Status: Pregnant and about to give birth. Nervous and expectant.]
【Mitigation Guide: Maintain the temperature of the environment and ensure safety and quietness.】
The guide information is consistent with what Qiao Xuejun is doing now.
Qiao Xuejun was also nervous. She checked the stove fuel and the hay pile under the mare to confirm that there was no problem.
This is the first pregnant mare. If the delivery goes smoothly, there will be a supply of mare's milk afterwards. Although it won't be much, it will be there at least.
After three days of cooling down, the system said there would be a temperature rise. Perhaps we could try breeding the remaining horses so that we could have a large supply of mare's milk after they give birth.
Moreover, once a pony is born and raised, it can be used as a means of transportation.
On the intercom, Zhao Xian found some topics to talk to Qiao Xuejun. He could also feel that Qiao Xuejun was a little nervous and wanted to relieve her stress through conversation.
Qiao Xuejun looked at the mare and chatted with Zhao Xian.
After chatting for a while, Qiao Xuejun's voice suddenly became nervous: "It's started."
The mare's belly began to contract and she strained.
Qiao Xuejun said, "I hope it goes smoothly and there won't be any difficult labor."
Zhao Xian: "Well, it will go smoothly."
Qiao Xuejun was standing by, ready to intervene at any time if anything unusual happened.
She told herself, and it seemed as if she was telling Zhao Xian: "Yakutian horses are of medium size and generally do not have difficult births." Tall horses are more likely to have difficult births due to large foals.
Zhao Xian sensitively repeated: "Yakut horse?"
Qiao Xuejun was stunned and realized that he had said the name of the ice-footed horse in his world.
Qiao Xuejun: "...well, it's another name."
Qiao Xuejun was already nervous at the moment, and her unusual attitude did not cause Zhao Xian to ask too many questions.
Qiao Xuejun continued: "...opened..."
The mare was straining, and looked very tired, and sweat began to form on her neck.
Qiao Xuejun live broadcast to Zhao Xian: "It's starting to sweat, I want to wipe it off." As she said that, she picked up a dry towel and gently wiped the mare's neck and the inside of her limbs where beads of sweat were appearing.
Zhao Xian: "Is it easy to wipe?"
Qiao Xuejun: "It's easy to wipe. But you have to move quickly, otherwise it will solidify into frost crystals and take away the mare's body heat."
She moved quickly, wiping away any sweat before it froze into frost, preventing the mare from hypothermia.
After wiping the sweat off for a while, Qiao Xuejun himself was sweating profusely.
Without taking care of herself, she touched the kettle on the stove, which was already boiling hot.
The mare also needs to be hydrated and sweated to avoid dehydration.
However, the horses have already drunk enough water during the day and have sweated a little here, so they just need to drink some warm water to maintain their body temperature.
Qiao Xuejun poured the heated water from the two military kettles into the sink in front of Bingjiao Ma.
Zhao Xian: "Feeding water?"
Qiao Xuejun: "Yes, feed warm water. Keep it warm."
No matter how hot the water is, it will lose some heat when poured out at this temperature. Qiao Xuejun tried it and found that it was not hot but warm.
The mare put her mouth to the trough and began to drink the water, licking it up in a short while.
Qiao Xuejun looked at the mare's lower body. Her abdomen was contracting more and more vigorously, and the opening was becoming more and more obvious.
The sweating continued.
Qiao Xuejun continued, "We need to keep feeding it."
She picked up a tin basin in the corner of the stable, opened the wooden door, and quickly closed it as soon as she walked out to prevent the cold wind from blowing in.
Zhao Xian heard the voice: "You came out?"
Qiao Xuejun: "Yeah. Boil some more hot water."
Qiao Xuejun walked into the warehouse. In addition to the feed, there was also a large water tank half a person's height with some crushed ice in it.
This was sent by the ice-harvesting team as drinking water for the horses.
Qiao Xuejun reached out and picked up ice cubes from the water tank and threw them into the iron basin.
Even with thick gloves, your hands will still feel cold when picking up ice cubes like this.
"Click--" the wooden door of the warehouse was pushed open again.
Qiao Xuejun took a look and saw that it was Zhao Xian.
Zhao Xian walked forward and saw that Qiao Xuejun had already picked up half a basin of ice with swift movements.
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