After packing up the last bit of work left in the church, Wu Qingchen looked at the sundial, and there was still a little time before dinner, so he said hello to the pastor, walked out the side door, and went to his room.

Closing the door, Wu Qingchen did not study the sacred scriptures borrowed from the priest or lie down on the soft corduroy bed to rest, as usual, but moved a round stool and sat next to the door, listening carefully to the movement outside.

About ten minutes later, the familiar sound of footsteps could be heard outside the door.

Wu Qingchen lightly moved the round stool to its place, tidied up his clothes a little, and stood by the door and waited quietly.

When the footsteps passed through the room, Wu Qingchen pushed open the wooden door.

"Frightened" outside the door, Andrei was taken aback: "Brother Los." ”

"Ah, Andrei, didn't hit you, did you?" The concern on Wu Qingchen's face was quite professional.

"No, no." Andrei shook his head repeatedly.

"That's good." Wu Qingchen "breathed a sigh of relief": "Come so fast? The messenger called? ”

"Soon?" Andrei frowned: "It seems that this is indeed the case in order to get the honeycomb, these days, the roads in the village are much easier to walk everywhere Well, Pamela has arrived at the church." ”

"Hehe" Wu Qingchen smiled, and asked "casually": "You come in now, are you going to scrape the parchment?" ”

"yes." Andrei grimaced.

"I'll help you." As he spoke, Wu Qingchen had already walked out of the door.

"Okay" Andre suddenly smiled on his face: "Thank you, Brother Loth, I have to trouble you again"

"No trouble." Wu Qingchen's face was also full of smiles.

Of course, it is not troublesome, the work of scraping the parchment is a very important source of information in the medieval world.

Walking out of the room, together with Andre, the two entered Praia's bedroom.

On the wooden table near the door, a few parchment rolls were messily arranged, and André walked over, picked up the carving knife that had rested beside him, and the nearest parchment roll, and continued the work he had left behind.

Walking to the other side of the wooden table, Wu Qingchen began to do the same thing.

After half an hour, Andrei flattened the parchment roll in his hand and blew hard, and he was satisfied to see that there was no dye on it.

Whew, this one is finished.

André stood up and looked at the wooden box in the corner of the room.

"I'll do it."

At this time, Wu Qingchen also stood up.

When he got up, Wu Qingchen raised his hand and rolled up the parchment roll in his hand, and Andre saw that it was also clean.

"Okay." Andre didn't think too much about it, and casually put the sheepskin roll into Wu Qingchen's outstretched palm.

Catching the parchment roll, Wu Qingchen quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he turned around.

When he began to clean the parchment rolls, Wu Qingchen deliberately stood between Andre and the wooden box; During the cleaning process, Wu Qingchen always controlled the speed to ensure that he and Andre completed the work at about the same time; When he stood up, Wu Qingchen deliberately stretched out his hand in front of Andre, the purpose of all this was to get the opportunity to put the sheepskin roll into the wooden box.

Holding two parchment rolls, Wu Qingchen walked to the corner and opened the wooden box.

The moment the lid was lifted, Wu Qingchen's eyes lit up.

On the surface of the wooden box, where the priest Praia used to place his letters, there were several more parchment scrolls that were already full of words and patterns than at this time yesterday.

Wu Qingchen quickly spread out the parchment rolls.

It has been nearly two months since he entered the medieval world, and he has been studying with Pastor Praia for almost a month and a half.

However, Wu Qingchen still has a long way to go before he can read and write letters correctly, accurately, and precisely.

Moreover, this is not the time for Wu Qingchen to take a closer look.

Using his body to block Andrei's sight, according to a certain rule, Wu Qingchen placed these parchment rolls in different positions, angles, and directions several times, and then quickly folded them again, and then closed the wooden box.

After a few glances, Wu Qingchen found that these pages of parchment scrolls were painted with honeycombs and wooden barrels, and the length and paragraphs of the words were also roughly the same, and the main body of the letter that Wu Qingchen focused on was the place where the parish, the baron, and the Praia family planned to let him visit.

I tried my best

Walking next to Master Praia's "table", he smiled at Andre who raised his head, Wu Qingchen grabbed the carving knife and another parchment roll that needed to be cleaned up, and began to work in his hands, thinking very much:

I've done everything I can

Why did Pastor Praia want me out so much

Should I go out? Will it be dangerous? How do you decide?

I hope this information is useful

Intelligence is useful.

Earth.

A few minutes later, the linguists who had already been mobilized in place quickly translated the letters that Wu Qingchen saw into nearly 100 languages.

Looking at the results of the translation, millions of employees of the Provisional Committee, tens of millions of sensitive people who pay close attention to real-time dynamics, and more than a billion ordinary earthlings who received news pushes through various channels, at the same time began to extend their most cordial greetings to Mr. Praia, Mr. Praia's relatives, and Mr. Praia's ancestors for eighteen generations, as well as the expectation of a negative distance and super-friendly relationship.

The first part of these letters is quite decent, beginning with thanking the lord for his trust and thanking the teacher for his support, and in the middle is the trivial matters in the countryside, and then the discussion of healing cattle and moving honeycombs at night

Next, here comes the point: Hearing that you have accumulated a lot of problems when you were treating ploughing cattle and moving honeycombs at night some time ago, Pastor Praia was deeply worried and decided to send students around him to solve your doubts.

Next, the more important content comes, and in nearly half the length of the letter, Master Praia said:

When you read this letter, the young man standing before you is my student, and there is nothing special about this student: he is only valued by both the church and the lord; It is only a cowherd, a beekeeper, and a priest; In just a few months, he will become the surrogate pastor of the village of Ekri; Just by casually mixing in a few years to accumulate a little seniority, you can naturally get the divine product that most clergymen dream of

Nothing more!

By the way, there is another thing that is a little interesting recently: I, an unsuccessful student, have also figured out the skills of manual intervention in bee swarming, as well as the idea of turning taxes into fees, and the children's cranky thoughts, I think it is still a little bit tasteful, if it is convenient, please take your precious time to give some advice.

Cao Nima!

This familiar way of doing things, as well as the style of choosing words and sentences, reveal a strong routine that earthlings have long seen through:

Oops, my child is so playful that he only scored 98 points on the final exam.

Alas, the boss likes to use locals, and my child has been working for two years, and he can't climb up again when he is promoted to deputy general manager.

Yes, the market has not been good recently, it is difficult to make money, my son built a 00㎡ villa for me last year, and this year I can only spend 500,000 yuan to make a simple decoration.

There is no need to read the lengthy report of the analysis team, any earthling who sees the translation of these letters can come to the conclusion:

Pastor Praia just wants to show off his students in front of his family and relatives, his superiors and colleagues, and his teachers and classmates.

"The analysis team is stupid!"

"The staff group sleepwalks!"

"Is this the result of taxpayers paying money?"

"Emergency control, just manage such a group of waste?"

"Where are the dogs that the committee raised? Come out and lick the ground clean! ”

Country Z, a command center.

"Cao Nima! Lao Tzu has been homeless for seven days and seven nights! Is this the kind of retribution you get? ”

Looking at the abuse on the Internet, an analyst from an intelligence center viciously threw the mouse out of his hand: "Can this Nima blame us?" What is a pot that has risen too fast? Mom, you're happy when you work every day, right? ”

"It's a natural disaster!" The colleague next to him also had a close relationship: "The position of beekeeper, the appointment of priests, the intervention of the group, and the conversion of taxes into fees are all plans that the staff committee has already calculated and modeled, okay?" It's impossible to trigger such a reaction, okay? Grass, what kind of letter did the hell write to Praia, a neurotic? ”

"Vanity kills people!"

"The problem of execution is none of our business! Please concentrate on scolding the staff, okay? ”

United States of America, Senate.

Member of the Senate of the United States of America, Chief of Staff to the Bureau of National Administration and Budget of the United States, Secretary of Health and People's Services of the Federal Government of the United States, and Office of the United Nations Temporary Committee on Celestial Events.

"Your Excellency, the report is out"

Holding a few pages, one of the interns trembled and pushed open the office door.

"Hmm"

Members of the Council, Staff, Ministers, and Members of the Provisional Committee raised their chins and motioned for the interns to put them down: "A report on the sudden situation in the medieval world?" ”

"Yes." The intern puts the piece down.

"Okay." The commissioner nodded gently: "Put it down." ”

The intern put down the piece and left the room backwards, and when the door was closed, the intern saw through the gap that the commissioner kept smiling and gently picked up the piece he had just put down.

A few seconds later.

"Smack!"

The sound of a piece slamming on the table.

Ten seconds later.

"Bang"

The sound of a table being overturned.

A few seconds later.

"Bang bang"

The sound of many items falling, the sound of glass, picture frames, and monitors being smashed.

At last:

“ahtthe？” Through the thick door, several interns listened to the senator's roar tremblingly: "A shit place where even niggas and Indians can't live, and there is still vanity!" ”

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