Thirteen or fourteen-year-old Rose/Moore, or Wu Qingchen, didn't notice it at all, and inadvertently, he set a goal that seemed quite ambitious to old William.

For such a trivial matter, Wu Qingchen now has no extra energy to think about it at all.

It's been ten days since I entered the medieval world.

Wu Qingchen muttered silently again.

Just over half of the morning, this is Wu Qingchen's eighth chanting today.

From this, it can be seen that in the days of the medieval world, Wu Qingchen spent his days like a year.

There is no way, in this dream world, clothing, food, housing, transportation, the four major elements of human survival, none of them does not make Wu Qingchen feel painful.

Let's just talk about clothes.

Clothes...... To be more precise, Wu Qingchen has refused to admit the identity of the pile of garbage hanging on his body until now.

After countless professors' stern reminders, entering the medieval world, Wu Qingchen had actually tried his best to prepare for hardships and hardships, the robes of the medieval world must have been sewn by housewives themselves, and such garbage must have rough fabrics, ugly styles, sparse stitches, and overlapping patches......

If it was just these, Wu Qingchen could barely tolerate it.

However, reality gave Wu Qingchen a heavy blow.

Wu Qingchen had never even heard of the existence of a kind of cloth for clothes in the world, and they could be worse than a mop that had been used for at least three years; There is a kind of clothing fiber in the world, which can be harder than the wire balls used to wash dishes in restaurants;

Wearing such clothes, every day, every action, is a new challenge for Wu Qingchen.

Because Wu Qingchen had every reason to suspect that his movements only needed to be a little bigger, the skin on his body was likely to be cut by rough clothes with one or two bloody wounds......

What's even more tragic is that such garbage is still a very precious property for families in the medieval world!

An outer robe, an inner robe, and a pair of wooden shoes, this is what Wu Qingchen has, all the items related to wearing.

Because of this tragedy, when he entered the medieval world to wash clothes for the first time, Wu Qingchen faced a very difficult choice: wash the outer robe first, or wash the inner robe first.

This is directly related to whether he will go into battle in a vacuum or wear underwear backwards the next day.

As for not washing it at all......

Coming to the medieval world to be a beggar-like native, it was already miserable to have to wear a mop, is it really like other beggars, directly wearing a mop that has not been washed for three years?

Thinking of this, Wu Qingchen felt a little sick to his stomach.

However, Wu Qingchen was not worried that he would vomit at all, because in the past ten days, Wu Qingchen had never eaten at all.

Every day, every meal, Wu Qingchen eats the same food.

Green soup, green pods, green paste.

What's more, the appearance of these three things is as ugly as ever, and it doesn't need to be put into the mouth, just looking at it makes people unappetizing.

Especially the green paste.

Until now, Wu Qingchen didn't figure out how peas were peas, and when they were put in the pot and then came out, they would become mushy and so wonderful.

It's not an exaggeration to say they're weird.

After eating for two days, Wu Qingchen had already discovered that there was a very important reason why the food in the medieval world was so unpalatable.

Because they are all-natural, green and healthy foods.

More specifically, the food of the medieval world contained almost no seasoning ingredients.

No oil, no peppercorns, no spices, no MSG......

Only after eating such meals for two or three days in a row would the middle-aged woman who was cooking sneakily look out of the door to make sure that no one would pass by, and then quickly walk into the depths of the wooden house and dig out a wooden box from under the bed in the far corner.

Carefully, and with great care, a little black powder was ground out of a black, stone-like object from the wooden box.

Finally, put the black powder into the cooked food.

The whole process is like a drug addict who goes bankrupt and turns out the last nerve anesthetic poison that he made with cold medicine and tranquilizers!

And these black powdered drugs are actually just the worst kind of salt.

With such salt, the food does have a little more insignificant saltiness, but at the same time, there are also more strands of astringent bitterness.

It also makes the mush, which is natural enough, taste closer to the taste of leaves.

Even with such leaves, there are only two meals a day.

Yes, only two meals a day!

Generally speaking, Wu Qingchen's life trajectory in the past ten days is generally like this:

In the morning, the sun had not yet risen, and it was still dark in all directions, and at about 4 or 5 o'clock in the morning, Wu Qingchen followed his father out of the house.

Walking on the tattered village road for half an hour to an hour, the sky was slightly bright, and Wu Qingchen almost happened to stand in the field.

Then I buried my head in the hard work for about three or four hours, and when I was sore and couldn't do it anymore, I walked home with my father for half an hour to an hour.

At this time, it is about 9 or 10 a.m., and the first meal of the day, which is breakfast, begins.

After eating breakfast and resting for about ten minutes, he followed his father out of the house again, and began to do the work that he could not tell whether it was morning or afternoon, because they were often connected together, with little rest in between.

It was not until the sky began to get dark that Wu Qingchen would once again drag his tired body away from the field, walking around the ground for about an hour, when the sun was almost completely down, and he could barely see the road clearly.

This time is the second meal of the day, which is dinner.

Authentic sunrise and sunset, never a day apart.

A long time ago, when Wu Qingchen was a very ordinary young man on the earth in the 21st century, reading books about ancient times or watching movies about ancient times in his spare time, Wu Qingchen used to have some doubts: he always said that the ancient peasants had extremely heavy labor and had little time to spare all day long, what exactly did they do.

Now, Wu Qingchen understands a lot.

The simplest situation: it has only been ten days since he came to the medieval world, and following his father and brother, Wu Qingchen has already traveled all over the village, and has a basic understanding of the basic situation of the village.

Of course, this is not a tour of the mountains and rivers, nor is it the father's first arrival in the morning and the familiarization of the environment.

The reason for this is because Wu Qingchen's family's share is not concentrated in one piece, but scattered in all directions around the village, and Wu Qingchen roughly calculates that in the past ten days alone, he has gone to work in more than 30 places.

Each of them is at least half an hour away from his wooden house, and it takes Wu Qingchen at least a third of his time every day just to walk to the fields and then walk home from them.

What's even more terrifying is that each of the more than 30 fields that Wu Qingchen has seen so far is at least the size of half a football field.

In other words, if it is evenly divided on a per capita basis, every man in Wu Qingchen's family needs to bear at least five football fields-sized labor area.

five football fields the size of a working area, the vast majority of which is made of wood for agricultural implements;

This is Wu Qingchen's labor intensity.

There are only two meals a day, all of which are vegetarian, without the slightest hint of meat or even oil;

This is Wu Qingchen's nutritional level.

The huge difference between the two, coupled with the completely incompatible taste, everyone will understand why Wu Qingchen has not eaten a full meal for ten days.

In short, wearing a rag, eating leaves, sleeping on turf, and stepping on mud are the food, clothing, shelter and transportation in the medieval world of Wu Qingchen.

What is poverty?

After spending ten days of pain, even washing his face, he had to rummage through the entire wooden house to find half a rag, Wu Qingchen had a deeper understanding of poverty:

What is poverty? Poverty is a spotless garbage bin with nothing superfluous.

Chapter 15: What is Poverty? (below)

"Loos...... Lowes...... Wake up, it's time to go. ”

At this time, it was morning, and after eating another breakfast that was still unpalatable, Wu Qingchen, who was resting quietly with his eyes closed, gradually became a little confused.

After being pushed, Wu Qingchen came back to his senses, and Grace stood on the side, once again preparing the farm tools to be used next.

At this time, Wu Qingchen no longer needed to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Wu Qingchen was able to understand the language of the medieval world basically, and there was no obstacle to dialogue.

Don't get me wrong, mastering a foreign language in ten days is not because Wu Qingchen has a rare talent for language, but because this foreign language is too simple.

To be precise, it should be barren, or backward.

Sociologists and linguists once said when teaching Wu Qingchen that language is a tool used for communication, especially for daily oral language, the complexity of language is closely related to the degree of social development, and without a complex social environment, there is no developed oral language system.

The medieval world followed the same law.

Similar to the learning process of most languages, Wu Qingchen's first contact with the language of the Middle World was also a noun.

The backwardness of the languages of the Middle World can be seen from the nouns.

Do you know what the huge fireball hanging in the sky during the day is called?

Sun.

Do you know what the disc hanging in the sky at night is called?

It's also the sun.

Do you know what the occasional rush grass is called?

Or the sun!

See? That's what the Middle World was like!

And the task of distinguishing these three suns falls to the adjectives of the medieval world.

Do you know what the huge fireball hanging in the sky during the day is called?

Big sun.

Do you know what the disc hanging in the sky at night is called?

Medium Sun.

Do you know what the occasional rush grass is called?

Little Sun!

Little Sun! See? That's the adjectives of the Middle Ages!

The absurdity of adjectives is not only there: the river on the edge of the forest is called the great water; The stream around the village is called Zhongshui; The liquid of the pot is divided into two states, quietly called small water, and boiling is called diving; What to do with the liquid in a wooden bowl? It doesn't matter, it can be called a little water.

A little water!

Can you believe it?

At least Wu Qingchen couldn't believe his ears at all.

During the emergency training, the staff officers had repeatedly explained that they had entered the medieval world, and Wu Qingchen should collect as much intelligence as possible as soon as possible to lay a good foundation for the next move.

Wu Qingchen originally thought that he only needed to master the language of the medieval world, which should be a very simple job.

However, after he was really able to have a normal conversation with the natives of the medieval world, Wu Qingchen realized that this was actually a very difficult content.

It has been three or four days since he was able to communicate normally, and chatting with the natives of the medieval world, Wu Qingchen always felt extremely laborious, and always had to spend a lot of extra time and energy to understand what the other party wanted to express.

This is something that cannot be helped, lacking rich vocabulary and precise descriptions, when Wu Qingchen communicates with the inhabitants of the medieval world, the most common feeling is that it is vague, it is far away from the village, it is very far to climb two mountains, and it is still very far away from the baron's territory!

How far exactly? One day away, two days away, three days away......

No further.

For the natives of the medieval world, from birth to death, the vast majority of people never left their villages, and even the "two days away" bazaar, at least half of the natives never visited!

Logically, for three or four days, what Wu Qingchen was able to understand through chatting never exceeded a radius of 20 kilometers.

Even within these twenty kilometers, Wu Qingchen's communication with the natives was limited to peas, cabbage, oats, rye, and barley; Or goats, roosters, cows, big cows, medium cows, calves, etc.

It's always the superficial content that can be seen with the naked eye.

As for politics, philosophy, art, law......

Come on! It's better to save a little saliva, so far, Wu Qingchen has not even heard these words.

Using such a barren language and facing such a communication environment, it is conceivable what kind of pain it is for Wu Qingchen, who likes to chat and usually has the biggest hobby after work is to soak in the forum.

Thankfully, the next event may be a bit of a new discovery.

Leaving the dirty and dark dining table and following Grace out of the room, Wu Qingchen thought expectantly.

Although both of them still had farming tools in their hands, Grace and Wu Qingchen's next destination was no longer a certain piece of land around the village, but the most conspicuous building in the center of the village.

Church.

Of course, just as the "sun" in the medieval world cannot be pronounced "taiyang", the word "church" is only Wu Qingchen's understanding, anyway, the role it plays will not be much different from the role played by the Earth Church.

Starting from the wooden house, about ten minutes or so, turning a corner, Wu Qingchen saw the sharp corner of the church in front of his eyes.

The bell had already struck twice, and when Wu Qingchen arrived, there were already many villagers standing on the stone road in front of the church, Wu Qingchen and Grace walked next to William, and soon several neighbors and friends joined them.

While waiting, Wu Qingchen rarely had nothing to do, and he was not interested in talking to the neighbors about the new calf of the Agnes family, and his eyes quickly turned around.

Standing closer, Wu Qingchen noticed that compared with the wooden houses in the village, the church was indeed much stronger and more magnificent, but the low walls on both sides were still a few damaged, and a few fresh grass seedlings occasionally appeared in the gaps in the corners.

The last bell rang.

Most of the villagers standing outside the door began to crowd into the church, except for some of the daredevils, who were accustomed to ganging up, remained outside.

Walking inside, Wu Qingchen found that although there were rows of wooden chairs and benches neatly arranged on both sides of the church, no one sat on them.

There are very few people in the church, but looking at these wooden chairs, Wu Qingchen can rarely see dust or stains, and most of them are even cleaner than the stools that Wu Qingchen's house uses several times a day.

There is still a little bit of time left before the semi-monthly prayer and sermon, and when the last chance is seized, most of the villagers in the church are talking eagerly, and some people are moving around from time to time, choosing close companions or finding a better place.

This went on for about ten minutes, after which the side door at the back of the church suddenly opened halfway, and a boy about the same age as Loth/Moore walked in and swept the altar and the pulpit at the front of the church with a duster.

When he had done this, the boy stood on the side of the podium, and a priest in his mid-thirties in a white robe walked briskly into the church, and the villagers on either side were soon much quieter, except for the occasional cough and whispering in a low voice.

"Ding......

With a crisp chirp, the little boy on the side of the podium didn't know where to hide his hair duster, and at this time he was gently tapping a small chime placed on the edge of the podium with a small wooden hammer.

Here we go?

Wu Qingchen unconsciously pulled the placket of his robe and stood up straighter.

Beginning with a crisp "ding", the young priest recited a book in a monotonous and deep voice, and after a few words, he changed to a song that was sung or answered, and the little boy next to him echoed it in a high and low voice.

The ritual did begin, but the priest's words were completely inaudible in the morning, and they were mostly chants and prayers, sometimes mixed with some completely inaudible mutters.

There was no way around this, hearing the tone that was not far from the time he fooled his family a few days ago, Wu Qingchen quickly glanced left and right, and soon found that his nervousness and silence were unnecessary, because before the priest's recitation had passed two or three minutes, many villagers began to chat again, and even some people leaned lazily against the pillar.

Is that okay too?

This is completely inconsistent with the religious rituals that Wu Qingchen learned from movies or books.

However, such a relatively relaxed religious environment must be more in line with Wu Qingchen's wishes, and without a trace, Wu Qingchen's legs also relaxed a little.

The priest's recitation and chanting lasted about ten minutes or so.

The little boy on the side of the pulpit tapped the chime again, and the priest stepped off the pulpit and stood beside the altar.

The villagers were quieter again, and after waiting for a while, when the atmosphere in the church was calm enough, the priest changed to a solemn look, and at the same time changed to a somewhat serious, but still returned to a normal narrative tone.

This is the explanatory creed, which is the sermon.

However, Wu Qingchen didn't know much about these at this time, Wu Qingchen only knew that what the pastor said at this time finally returned to the scope that most of them could understand, and he hurriedly listened carefully.

The pastor's statement was not complicated, first reminding the villagers to recall the previous sermons on confession, briefly describing the few commandments that had been taught this year, and then moving on to focus on another sin that should be avoided, namely laziness, which makes a person ugly and never good again.

Speaking of the good times, the pastor focused on describing a wonderful world, about a paradise where you can eat a lot of mush every day, and you only need to cultivate it until dark every day to fill your stomach; Speaking of ugliness, the pastor describes a terrible world, about a hell that will never grow wheat and will never be able to eat enough.

It's a wonderful and scary world......

Wu Qingchen had tried as hard as he could to stay serious, but he still couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

Still, even with such a humble vision and such empty intimidation, the pastor's sermon occasionally caused the villagers to widen their eyes and reveal an unconcealed yearning, or to cover their mouths and let out a few frightened exclamations.

In this way, after an hour or so, the child knocked on the chime again, and the priest returned to the pulpit and recited and chanted again for about ten minutes, and the ceremony ended.

This is not the end of the prayer, and there is one more important point where Grace, or the entire village of Ekri, is actively participating in this prayer.

Distribution of holy food.

Putting down the book in his hand, the priest took out a tree stick from the side of the altar, dipped it in the water bowl in front of the altar, closed his eyes and chanted for a moment, then took out the tree stick, hung it down on the two wooden boxes on the side of the altar, and after a few clicks, the priest opened his eyes again, held the tree bar high, patted the shoulders of the villagers who had become many quieter at some point, and solemnly chanted "Lord, be together." ”

Then, several middle-aged men standing at the front approached the altar, opened the wooden box, took out wooden plates containing only holy food, and distributed them to the villagers who participated in the prayers.

Wu Qingchen quickly got a share.

Carefully pinching this hard-won holy food, Wu Qingchen's fingers trembled slightly.

There was no way, Wu Qingchen had to be so excited: this sacred black bread was too terrifying, and the mildew spots all over his body were shocking, Wu Qingchen's eyes widened carefully, and it was not easy to find two places that could barely squeeze his fingers out of the dense spots, and maintaining this awkward posture was really a bit torturous to Wu Qingchen's fingers.

I'll you......

Lao Tzu knew that he must not have the slightest damn expectation of this damn world!

At this moment, I don't know if it was because I was too angry, the church, the altar, the priest, and the villagers in front of Wu Qingchen suddenly trembled slightly at the same time.

Kindness? What's wrong?

Wu Qingchen was slightly stunned.

The next flutter is coming soon.

It's the tenth day of entering the medieval world!

Wu Qingchen immediately reacted, and the whole world trembled at this cognition that immediately accelerated, and everything suddenly shook violently at the same time.

The next moment, a white light suddenly enveloped Wu Qingchen's eyes, and then instantly returned to darkness.

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The room where the subject of a celestial event is temporarily resting.

His eyelids twitched slightly, and Wu Qingchen opened his eyes suddenly.

"Long time no see......"

The first thing that came into Wu Qingchen's ears was the voice of an old acquaintance, and a few meters away at the door, the young police officer Ji leaned against the door of the house, grinning and revealing a smile: "Brother Qingchen, welcome back to Earth, what can I do for you?" ”

Ha...... Lao Tzu is back!

Lao Tzu is back!

In an instant, Wu Qingchen's brain was agitated, and at the same time, a series of sentences that definitely did not go through any hesitation quickly rushed out of Wu Qingchen's mouth: "I want buns, I want soy milk, I want noodles, I want fish fillets...... Except for the damn mush, if there's anything to eat, hurry up and get some...... Oil! Put salt! ”