Naturally, Pastor Praia would not have known that in just an instant, he had become the target of a million.

After pointing out the mistake of Wu Qingchen's recitation, Praia laughed several times in a row, and then continued to speak: "Come, little Ros, read it with me, the path that the saint has walked is full of thorns, and the flames are burning piece by piece. ”

"The path that the saint walked was full of thorns and flames burned one by one."

"Good."

Carefully observing the situation of Xiao Luos reciting this holy word, the smile on Praia's face couldn't help but thicken a little, the little guy is indeed very smart, and more importantly, he doesn't need to spend more energy on his own, the tone and posture of the little guy are already very standard.

Thinking of this, Praia turned his head, and under the altar, little Andrei sat honestly at a long table, and looked at the parchment scroll seriously.

Turning around, little Loth stood quietly on the side of the doorpost, his right hand on his shoulder, looking upright at the stone on the ground.

This is piety......

That's the result......

Maybe......

Maybe...... After a while, dealing with the parish deacon, it seems that the extra cost paid by your own family can be a little less?

Vaguely, Pastor Praia had a little thought in his heart, so he looked at Andre and then at Little Loz, and Pastor Praia suddenly asked: "Little Los, after the morning prayer is over these days, I see that you have been standing in the church for a while, as if listening to Andre recite the sacred scriptures?" ”

"Yes, Reverend."

"Do you understand?"

"Most of it can be understood."

"Oh?"

Most of them could be understood, and once again this answer was beyond Praia's expectations.

The canon is the most important book of the Church, and it is something that every clergyman must firmly grasp. Considering the transmission and teaching, most of the words in the canon are pronounced quite close to the accent of the center of the church, and a certain rhyme is arranged according to certain rules to facilitate memorization, so whether it is Andrei, Praia, or other clergy, the canon recited must be very different from the accent of the small village of Ackri.

In such a situation, Little Loes could understand most of them, and Praia had to be surprised again, and blurted out the next question: "Really? Can you understand? ”

"Yes, Reverend."

Of course, you can understand that hundreds of thousands of linguists, cryptographers, and sociologists went into battle together, referring to the sermon that lasted for 30 minutes before the distribution of the holy food, with a large number of rich recitation materials, not to mention religious texts with a little accent, even if it was re-replaced with the language of another country in the medieval world, it could be completely deciphered.

What's more, what Wu Qingchen needs to master is only the simplest and most basic introductory content that the pastor taught Andrei, and these contents, during the second training, took Wu Qingchen about two hours or so.

However, even for a native priest who had never had the opportunity to meet more than 100,000 people in his life, and who had been tormenting for half a month to understand the sacred texts, it was really not easy to understand most of them in a few days.

The next question is logical: "Where do you remember?" ”

"Some can be remembered."

"Some can be remembered......" Praia took two steps back and forth, and when he turned around, half of the holy words came out of his mouth: "Wrath kills fools, what is the next sentence?" ”

"Jealousy kills obsessive."

"Not bad!" Praia nodded: "What is after not following the schemes of the wicked, not following the path of sinners?" ”

"Don't sit in the seat of the indecent." Reading the holy word, Wu Qingchen's emphasis immediately turned into a low and gentle.

"Looks like I did remember a lot...... A righteous man has little, and then what? ”

"It is better than the riches of many wicked."

"The Mouth of the Righteous Speaks of Wisdom......"

"His tongue speaks of fairness."

"People are in honor, but not awake to ......"

"Like a dead animal."

"Re......dress for the Poor and the Orphans"

"When it is ...... When it is ...... I'm sorry, pastor, I don't know. ”

"Hehe......" Praia smiled, noncommittal, "The next sentence is justice for the poor and needy." Go on, fools love foolishness......"

"Mockers love to mock."

“……”

Between one question and one answer, in just one or two minutes, Praia and Wu Qingchen had already cooperated to recite more than a dozen sacred words.

After sentence by sentence, the surprise in Praia's heart became heavier and heavier: when Xiao Los replied to himself, the connection had been quite smooth, and his expression had been very calm, and he could see that the memory was very strong, as if memorizing these holy words was just a very simple thing.

And whether these holy words are really simple, Praia only needs to think about the hardships he suffered when he remembered them, not to mention, even if he has no previous experience, he only needs to look back, and he can see that little André is still sitting in front of the wooden table, gritting his teeth and trying to recite the three-page canon that he has been studying for several days.

At the same time, sentence by sentence, Wu Qingchen, who answered more than a dozen holy words, also felt more and more amazed in his heart:

The officers of the staff office are indeed roundworms in the stomach of this priest!

With just a priest's stress model constructed based on dozens of data, these officers were able to deduce that after several good things in Lei Feng attracted attention, the priest's next most likely move was to talk to him about the canon.

Unexpectedly, these guys carefully selected, spent half an hour to master themselves, and repeatedly explained that most of the twenty or so holy words that they had to review and consolidate when they had time to enter the medieval world were really the content that the priest had just asked himself.

At the same time, Wu Qingchen's staff officers, who were silently amazed, were blaming themselves for choosing the part of the holy words: more than 6,500 staff officers of the three military regions, with nearly 1,000 experts of all kinds, concentrated so much manpower, and the object of analysis did not have any sense of counter-reconnaissance, the tone and demeanor of the subject's sermon and recitation were clearly placed in front of him, and the fluency of the usual quotation of the holy words was clear at a glance, plus more than ten hours of sufficient deduction and analysis, but the final result was that three items were omitted, which was simply a loss of face!

That's right, to the surprise of Pastor Praia, Wu Qingchen had three words: "I'm sorry, pastor, I don't know about that." As an answer.

"It's okay." The third time he heard "I don't know", Pastor Praia stopped asking, and stood in place, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, the pastor spoke again, still frowning: "Little Lotus, you are a very wise child, since you are willing to approach the glory of the Lord, you should stand a little closer and hear every word of the prophet when you pray in the morning." ”

There was some dissatisfaction in the pastor's tone, but countless counselors cheered at the same time, asking Wu Qingchen to stand closer when he prayed in the morning, which meant that Wu Qingchen was a little closer to the glory of the master, and it also meant that Wu Qingchen was a little closer to the position in the pastor's heart.

Most importantly, it also means that the plan designed by the staff officers for Wu Qingchen's rise in status is indeed effective and has achieved important results in the first step.

"Yes, Reverend." Staring at his toes, Wu Qingchen answered honestly.

Leaving the church, Wu Qingchen hurried.

Speaking of which, Wu Qingchen's several good deeds in the past few days are not simply "attracting the attention of priests and showing piety", they are all the result of careful selection by the earth staff officers, after comprehensive consideration in many aspects.

Burning the thorns and improving the way of bundling the grass not only helped the neighbors, but also reduced Wu Qingchen's own labor intensity, repaired several small sections of the road, strengthened and stabilized the wooden bridge, and cut down the branches on the side of the path, which not only made it convenient for the villagers, but also improved Wu Qingchen's own walking speed and saved a lot of time on the road.

Through the accumulation of these details, although Wu Qingchen has recently taken dozens of minutes to go back and forth to the church every day, the work in the farmland has basically not been left behind, and the fatigue of labor has not increased significantly.

Twenty minutes or so, Wu Qingchen walked to the east of the village, there are two pieces of land in the family, old William and the two brothers have already stood on the ground, Wu Qingchen's small figure gradually approached, old William nodded, Idra patted Wu Qingchen's shoulder, and Grace handed out the tools he brought by the way.

Walking into the farmland, standing in the work area left by his father and brother, Wu Qingchen first put the tools aside, shook his head, waved his hand, and warmed up without a trace in accordance with the comprehensive design of doctors, farm veterans, and physical fitness coaches.

From the edge of the forest, the sun slowly rose to the sky of the farmland, when Wu Qingchen's hands were sore, and his legs began to shake slightly, old William looked up at the sky, looked at the position of the sun, and then habitually coughed, beckoned his three sons to pack up their tools, and stepped on the path home.

The morning's work is done.

After turning over a few rolling hills, turning two small bends along the path of the mountains, the outline of the village appeared in front of several people, and when they came to a small stream, the leading old William and Idra walked across the wooden bridge, and Wu Qingchen stopped: "Father, you go back first, I will wash my hands, and I will come back later." ”

"Okay, you get early. Don't delay eating, there's still a lot of work to do in the afternoon. ”

Old William, who was at the front, nodded.

"Washing clothes", "washing face", "washing dishes", "washing body", recently Xiao Los has become more and more fond of using the word "washing", and has more and more things to deal with water, but at the same time, Xiao Los's farm work is becoming more and more proficient, and the sweat paid for the family is becoming more and more weighty.

In the family of an agrarian society, with these two things as a premise, taking the time to go back and forth to the church, and taking the time to clean oneself, is a completely inconsequential, inconspicuous trifle.

This is easy to understand, the productivity of the medieval world was extremely low, and the meaning of survival and life could be directly equated, and the huge pressure of survival made all the activities of natives like Old William point to food, and the ultimate direction of all eyes and ideas is to fill their stomachs.

As a result, old William did not pay any attention to Wu Qingchen's behavior of rushing to church every day, "washing hands", "washing clothes", and so on, which would not delay farm work and could not conjure up food, and did not have the idea of further understanding, so that the countless explanations, reasons, and excuses that the staff committee had painstakingly fabricated, repeatedly dialectically studied, and vowed to ensure that it was absolutely seamless, all lost their meaning.

"Looth, I'll help you with a pickaxe."

"Okay, Grace." Wu Qingchen turned his head, smiled at Grace, who was walking last with him, and handed the wooden pickaxe to Grace's outstretched right hand: "Thank you." ”

"No...... Thank you. Grace smiled a little, feeling that she still didn't know how to say "thank you," the word that little Rose had learned from the old priest.

Walking along the gentle slope of the bridge to the stream, Wu Qingchen rolled up the sleeves of his robe and stared at his father and two brothers while washing off the dirt on his hands.

When the figures of the three disappeared around another corner, Wu Qingchen quickly stood up, his eyes swept around quickly, and then half-bent down and walked upstream along the ridge by the stream.