It is precisely because of this that the agricultural officer did not notice it at all, and when answering these questions, Wu Qingchen, who was upright on the other side, raised his head slightly, clenched his hands into fists, and stood straight.

Obviously, this is another conversation that Earth has long anticipated.

Of course, it does not mean that the earth has collectively injured the village cattle, the lord orders the agricultural officer to come, the agricultural officer disposes of the seriously injured cowherd, watches Wu Qingchen treat the ploughing cattle, watches Wu Qingchen count, asks Wu Qingchen about his experience in taking care of the livestock, and so on, and so on, the reactions of each object, and the dialogues of different characters, all of which are speculated in great detail.

The guy who can do this level is not called a staff officer, the ordinary one is called a director, and the legendary one is called a prophetic mage.

Hundreds of thousands of people on Earth are intelligent, sharp-minded, logical, and responsive...... The staff officers who can put on countless adjectives, but can't take off the bigger hat of "normal human beings", within the scope of their ability, can only be based on Wu Qingchen's training situation, the various response plans prepared for the crisis, combined with the analysis of the existing information and various character models, roughly predicted that after the village ploughing cattle were collectively injured, the feudal lord was very likely to come to the village in person or appoint important people to deal with the aftermath.

At the same time, after the feudal lord, or an important person, discovered that Wu Qingchen had demonstrated his ability to do mathematics, do things, and treat cattle in various ways, either actively or passively, or conspicuously or covertly, if everything went well, the feudal lord or important person did have some ideas that were in line with the concept of the staff committee, and a more in-depth conversation would be logical.

In other words, this conversation directly affects whether or not the ideal goal designed by the staff committee for Wu Qingchen can be realized, and it also means that the distance between Wu Qingchen and this ideal goal is only the last little obstacle.

Such as the second important conversation, the change in Wu Qingchen's demeanor and tone of voice is a matter of course.

The important conversation was not complicated, the content of the agricultural officer's inquiry was not difficult, and the time was not long, about ten minutes, and he asked Wu Qingchen how to herd goats, feed hens, drive ploughing cattle, and take care of livestock.

After a moment, the farmer looked at the priest: "What do you think, Your Excellency Praia?" ”

"As you can see, I'm just a priest, farming and livestock, I'm not familiar with ......" Praia shook his head first, and then pointed to Wu Qingchen: "...... However, based on what I know about my students and what I see on a daily basis, you can rest assured that Lots's answer just now is the truth. ”

"Of course, I don't doubt that......" The farmer nodded: "Farming and livestock are just mundane chores, and it doesn't matter if you are familiar with them or not...... It's not these ...... that I want to ask you."

"Now that so many cattle have been injured, the situation in the village is very difficult, the damned cowherd cannot be re-appointed, and the two sons who deserve to be cut off are not trustworthy...... Your student is quite good......" The agricultural officer frowned slightly, and his expression was very hesitant: "However, little Ross is too young and does not have a lot of experience in taking care of livestock...... Again...... Your Excellency Praia, perhaps, you can give me a little advice. ”

"Suggested ......"

Praia groaned slightly, and after a while, he pointed to the student in front of him again: "Little Rose started feeding chickens at the age of six, herding sheep at the age of eight, and working in the fields at the age of eleven, is this considered a lazy child?" ”

"Of course not, you have a hard-working student."

"Little Rose learned to count from one to fifty in ten days, to count to one hundred in five days, and to add numbers in five days...... This is what you just saw with your own eyes, is that stupid? ”

"Of course not, you have a smart student."

"Little Ross picked up your silver coin last night and delivered it here early this morning, is that greed?"

"Of course not, the brilliance of the master cleanses the soul, and you have an honest and reliable good student."

"Little Los can treat the ploughing cattle, so that the herd that it took more than ten days to work and could not continue plowing for half a month can recover as soon as possible, is this considered hateful?"

"Of course not, it's the luck of the village of Ekri."

"In that case, why not write a letter to your cousin, my uncle? Perhaps you can tell our Excellency the Baron......"

As he spoke, Praia smiled slightly: "Now, there is one less cowherd in his lovely village of Akrya, and forty more injured ploughing oxen, and at the same time, in front of you, there is another little one who is very young and has little experience in caring for livestock, but happens to be hardworking, intelligent, honest, and reliable, and at the same time can heal wounded cattle, so that the village of Akri can regain a little luck?" ”

"That's right...... You're right, you're right...... This is no longer something that can be decided by the usual steward, nor is it something that I can decide, I only need to convey this matter, and His Excellency the Baron naturally has his own judgment on how to do it...... Thank you so much, Your Excellency Praia...... I'm sorry, though, but I don't have time to talk to you anymore......"

While apologizing to the priest and turning around, Praia's smiling gaze, leading the three attendants, Barris quickly walked out of the church, and soon the sound of horses snorting sounded outside the door, and at the same time Barris's loud order came in: "Basser, you go ahead, move quickly, let the steward Ifrit bring the messenger over, and ...... Get my parchment rolls and ink ready ......"

A few seconds later, a sharp sound of horses' hooves and three rapid horses' hooves sped away.

In the church, the pastor turned his gaze back, and in front of him, Wu Qingchen's mouth was slightly open, his hands were clenched, his head was up, his eyes were glazed, he took a deep breath, but he didn't spit out his chest again for a long time.

Playa smiled again: "Okay, little Ros, don't think too much, things are just beginning......"

"Pastor...... Master...... Thank you so much...... I...... I ......"

Wu Qingchen's voice was grateful, and even a little choked.

At this time, Wu Qingchen's choked throat and the expression of surprise and surprise on his face were not all disguises.

Entering the medieval world, approaching the priest with the purpose of exploitation, for more than thirty days, listening to the teachings again and again, being taken care of again and again, feeling the priest's sincerity again and again, and at the same time more and more genuine care, Wu Qingchen's heart, the initial contempt for the indigenous gods, the contempt for some of the priest's ignorant behavior, has long been gone, at this moment, the bridge of the nose is sour, and the heart is full of genuine gratitude.

"Alright, alright......" gently stroked Wu Qingchen's clean hair, "Lot, things have just begun, no one knows what will happen...... Now, the most important thing for you is to try to heal the injured ploughing cattle in the village, go quickly, don't delay......"

"I know, I'm going to ...... And also...... Pastor ......"

Taking a deep breath, Wu Qingchen calmed down his emotions slightly: "...... Teacher...... Can you teach me how to treat bone injuries and how many pieces of meat are missing? A few of the most seriously injured cattle in the village may have been barely able to heal bleeding...... I thought about it for a long time yesterday, and I always felt that the solution I came up with might still be ......"

"The most seriously injured heads! You've figured it out! ”

Praia suddenly took a sharp breath of cool air, his round eyes were shining, and the next moment, Praia's loud order came from the church: "Andre, go to my room, move faster!" Take out the medical codex! Also, get my parchment roll ready with ink! ”

Two and a half hours later.

Chapel, priest's bedroom.

Grabbing the stick, the priest fumbled with his right hand, and it took a long time to finally re-dip the stick in ink, adding a small black spot to the already ink-stained robe.

The pastor doesn't care, or rather, the pastor doesn't pay attention at all.

Engrossed in staring at the scribbles in front of him, and in many places there was no spatula at all, but directly circled and altered parchment rolls, and the priest frowned deeply, his arms were bruised, and his expression was extremely focused, as if he was creating a treasure of the world.

“…… Pastor, thank you for teaching me...... It's almost noon, I'm going to treat the ploughing cow first, right? ”

"Well...... Grace ......"

The priest did not raise his head, but replied casually, his eyes still firmly fixed on the parchment in front of him, until there was a soft sound of the door closing behind him, and the priest stood up suddenly, rushed to the door and quickly opened the door, "What, you are going to treat the ploughing ox now?" ”

"Yes...... Yes, it's almost noon, and the wound can't be dragged out for too long......"

"Can't the wound be dragged on? Yes, the wound cannot be dragged on. Okay, go quickly, I'll go too, let's go together. ”

"Wait a minute...... "Wait a minute" Just took two steps, the priest stopped again and looked back at the low table: "...... This one...... I've got some things to do, so let's go first...... Maybe I'll come over later......"

"Wait a minute......"

Wu Qingchen only took two steps, and the pastor stood next to Wu Qingchen again: "Let's go together, you learned quite right, but I still have to watch to feel more at ease......"

"Forget it......"

After three steps, the priest stopped again.

"But...... There's no ...... here. But...... It's noon again...... The wound cannot be dragged ......"

He looked back quickly at the unfinished parchment scroll on the low table, at the sundial by the door, at the parchment scroll, and at the sundial......

Ten paces away from the bedroom, the priest kept looking left and right, in a dilemma, and his hesitant expression made people feel painful to see.