Be optimistic, be positive, everything has a good side, you must be positive, be positive, think about the good side, the good side...
Trying to motivate herself with the method taught by the psychological counselor during the evening training, Wu Qingchen finally found a good side.
The advantage is: I have one less problem to face - I don't have to bother looking for my own room. In my own family in the medieval world, there is no such thing as a "room".
"Anu, Ross, Link..."
Wu Qingchen lowered his head, the little girl held the empty plate in one hand, and shook Wu Qingchen's arm with the other hand, there was no cause and effect at all, Wu Qingchen couldn't guess what the little girl meant, so he had to take a few steps back in the direction of the little girl's force .
Probably this was her request, Wu Qingchen moved out of the blocked road, and the little girl walked out of the room with a plate.
It's definitely not appropriate to stand outside, and it's not okay to block the door of the house. It seems that you must go in.
Gritting her teeth, Wu Qingchen walked into the "home".
The room was filled with contradictory smells of smoke and damp, and fortunately so, even though the smell was quite unpleasant, it was not so stinking, and it was much better than what Wu Qingchen had expected.
After walking a few steps, Wu Qingchen's eyes became much darker. The middle-aged woman who greeted her just now was tossing crops in the depths of the house. Two children of no gender were wrapped in rags and rolled on the bed. His father was sitting on a dark bed. On the tattered chair, the elder brother was sitting next to him, holding a wooden bowl and drinking water. The little girl who had just left came in with a plate of beans from nowhere.
Looking left and right, Wu Qingchen sat next to his elder brother, found a wooden bowl, filled it with half a glass of water, looked at the color of the water, sniffed it closely, shook it to see how many bubbles came out of it .
Wu Qingchen fell back again.
The wooden bowl was a bit dirty with scum in the water.
These are not the point.
This is unboiled stream water.
Another major crisis in the medieval world.
The person in charge of explaining this content was a second lieutenant surnamed Zhou. Wu Qingchen had a deep impression on him. Without closing his eyes, Wu Qingchen could clearly see second lieutenant Zhou's hands covered in scars, forming a series of ravines. Second Lieutenant Zhou's loud and serious voice echoed in his ears when explaining:
"Drinking such water can easily lead to colds, bacterial infections, diarrhea and dehydration. In the absence of medical conditions, this is a rather troublesome disease, and it can even lead to death in severe cases."
However, I am very thirsty.
Although very thirsty, Wu Qingchen neither drank raw water, nor went to try some boiling water from the big pot in the "kitchen".
In the medieval world, the ultimate goal of all labor was food, and food must be the most important material.
Thinking about the things in the cauldron, I don't have the qualifications to use them without authorization.
Sitting on the chair with dry mouth and tongue, Wu Qingchen was restless. Not long after, the light in the room dimmed again, and a tall figure came in.
"Yedra, Si Yajin."
"Shu Ya enter."
who is this
Wu Qingchen raised his head slightly, and the person who came in was tall and tall, with a dark complexion, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly similar to "brother" and "father", he was holding a long wooden tool in his hand, and a wooden barrel was hanging on his right shoulder.
"Yedra, Si Yajin" was what the father said when the tall man came in.
Yidra should be the name of this tall man, and "Siyaru" should mean "come back", is this also a member of his "family"? Another "brother"
It has to be said that in less than a day, Wu Qingchen is currently cautious, and his level of observation and observation has improved to a level that was unimaginable in the past.
Sure enough, the tall Idra got into the depths of the house, put down the tools in his hand and the barrel on his shoulder, and quickly went to sit next to Wu Qingchen, patted Wu Qingchen's shoulder, and said something.
This sentence was rather complicated, and Wu Qingchen couldn't understand it, so he had to mumble a few vague syllables in response. Idra seemed to be a little suspicious, but fortunately, his father pointed to Wu Qingchen's throat and explained it instead.
Surrounding the dark wooden table, beside Wu Qingchen, three men sat in a half-circle. It was obvious that they were exhausted from work, and they didn't have much energy.
After tossing the crops for a while, the middle-aged woman went to the "kitchen" and worked with the teenage girl. Several large wooden bowls were quickly placed on the dark table.
Here comes the food.
Wu Qingchen got another surprise.
Looking at the "food" in the big wooden bowl in front of him, Wu Qingchen was silent for a long time, and finally managed to find a few descriptive words for them.
This is really...
Pure natural…
green food...
Very green, green soup, green pods, green mush…
That's all, the servings in a few large wooden bowls are very shallow.
Three wooden bowls were placed in front of the four men, and the middle-aged woman filled each of them with a bowl of soup, a bowl of bean pods, and a bowl of mush.
Obviously, the middle-aged woman's distribution method is not evenly distributed, the bowls in front of Father and Idra are the fullest, the bowls in front of Grace are slightly shallower, and when it comes to "Loss" Wu Qingchen, the three small bowls They were only half full.
After such four servings, only a shallow layer of the bottom remained in the three large wooden bowls. The middle-aged woman skillfully tilted the bowl slightly, scraped it with a wooden spoon, and scraped the last bit of green food inside. Put in two small bowls, hand out one to the little girl who had been standing beside her and swallow her saliva, and take the remaining one by herself, and sat down on the wooden stake beside the "kitchen".
And then... dinner
Listening to his father and two elder brothers grabbing wooden spoons and eating like a rattle, looking at the three small bowls in front of him, Wu Qingchen really couldn't whet his appetite.
The three things in the bowl made Wu Qingchen find out the prototype for the scene of the wizard refining poison in the cartoon at first glance.
Moreover, even if you haven't watched cartoons... such a gooey poop... can it be counted as a link in the food chain
Cuckoo... The reality is not based on Wu Qingchen's will, and not eating is obviously not in line with the scientific development laws of the medieval world.
After five hours of hard work, Wu Qingchen's stomach has already started.
Gritting her teeth and closing her eyes, Wu Qingchen reluctantly picked up the green soup bowl in front of her.
Ten minutes later, Wu Qingchen finished the dinner with her eyes rolling.
The process of eating is really unforgettable.
The taste of dinner is indescribable.
In short, Wu Qingchen decided not to recall the taste of dinner the first second he put down the wooden bowl. Wu Qingchen even thought that eating these green foods would definitely be a treat even for a person who drank traditional Chinese medicine more than a dozen times a day. An extremely inhuman torture.
What's even more frightening is that this kind of food... no, this kind of poison, everyone in the room ate it with gusto, and the little girl even licked her lips, looking like she couldn't finish it.
Wu Qingchen had to suspect that either the food in his bowl was unusually different, or he and the other people in the room were not the same kind of creature at all.
The middle-aged woman took away the last wooden bowl that Wu Qingchen put down, and the dinner was over.
"Ross, Drass, I've gone for a long time..."
Father suddenly turned his head and spit out a series of syllables to Wu Qingchen. Wu Qingchen's mind turned quickly, and he quickly recalled the analysis points explained by linguists, psychologists, and behaviorists, and quickly guessed that this sentence was either asking himself how he ate. So, or ask yourself how your voice is.
Wu Qingchen touched his throat inadvertently, nodded slightly, muttered something vaguely, and answered both guesses at the same time.
The father nodded, said another word, stood up and walked into the depths of the room, the two elder brothers also stood up at the same time, and walked behind the father.
What is this for
Wu Qingchen quickly followed.
Walking to the corner and standing in front of the stacked tools, my father stopped, pointed to a long agricultural tool, a hook-shaped agricultural tool, and a wooden barrel, said a few words to Idra, and pointed to Pointing to a hand rake, a wooden shovel, and two wooden sticks, he said a few words to Grace and Wu Qingchen.
Is this... a live-action role-playing game? Team up to play dota at night
But I like to use vipers, and I don't like pandas playing with sticks.
Wu Qingchen, who only had this activity after dinner on weekdays, inevitably made associations.
Of course, there were no Internet cafes in the Middle Ages, and my father had no idea of playing games. After explaining to the three sons respectively, the father walked out of the corner, walked to the bed next to the Zuo Ce log and lay down on it...
After nodding, Idra and Grace also walked out of the corner, went to another bed and lay down on it...
Sleep now? It's only 7 o'clock now, right
Wu Qingchen understood that there were no entertainment activities at night in the medieval world. After a day of hard work, his father and two elder brothers were very tired.
But sleeping after eating is still a bit too exaggerated.
Wu Qingchen looked around, his father and elder brother had already started to sleep, the middle-aged woman was still clearing the tableware, a little girl in her teens was helping out, two children who didn’t know if they had learned to talk were rolling around on the bed, the mother Chickens, goats, and cows are unwilling to be lonely, and they call twice from time to time.
Looking outside the door, the sun has already set, and there is no light outside.
What can I do
Reluctantly, observing the layout of the beds, Wu Qingchen walked to Grace's side and lay down on the bed as well.
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Five hours later in the Middle Ages, and ten minutes later in Earth time.
The room next to Wu Qingchen's rest room.
There are more than a dozen medical observation instruments and display screens densely placed on the wall, and their terminal sensors are directly connected to the next room, under the bed where Wu Qingchen is lying.
These instruments and display screens have been turned on all the time, and they are flashing in turn, and the data indicating Wu Qingchen's various body parameters are constantly fluctuating slightly.
There are three doctors in white coats standing next to each instrument. Every half a minute or so, one of the three doctors in each group will press the communicator that has been held tightly in the right hand and say: "Everything is normal" or Announcements such as "There is a change in blood pressure, all departments should pay attention".
In front of these densely packed instruments, next to a three-meter long metal table, more than ten other doctors gathered together just finished another discussion.
"Is that all?"
Professor Zhang, who presided over the meeting, looked around again, and the doctors he glanced at nodded in agreement.
"Okay, one last confirmation..."
No longer wasting time, Professor Zhang looked at the display screen in front of him and had carefully revised his final opinion several times: "At the time of year, month, day and hour, the 37th observation result, there is no abnormal change, the target heartbeat is 57-61, blood pressure is 85-125, muscle Reaction... Brain activity... Physical activity... To sum up, the medical team believes that the target is still in a state of fatigue and light sleep. The sleep in the medieval world has no direct impact on the target's real body... It is not recommended to wake it up."
"Any comments?"
After reading it completely, Professor Zhang looked around again, and after making sure that there were no objections for the last time, he finally pressed the confirmation button on the keyboard in front of him, and finally sent out the text that had been carefully revised several times.
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After a second.
The report of the medical team was sent to the intelligence analysis center.
The three military officers in charge of the preliminary screening of intelligence read the full text carefully and wrote their own opinions.
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1 and a half minutes later.
The report of the medical team marked with the opinions of three officers, one supervisor, and one team leader was passed on to the higher-level intelligence department.
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After two minutes.
An analysis department of the People's Liberation Army Academy.
After receiving the report sent by the officer, Yang Dan glanced at the title quickly, glanced at the analysis data of the heartbeat and blood pressure in front of him, quickly jumped to the conclusion of the last part, grabbed the pen and quickly scribbled a few words, signed his own Name.
"This transfer to the Second Staff Department..."
The officer received the report, and Yang Dan pressed his head hard. After seven hours of continuous high-intensity work, Yang Dan's head was already aching, and the blood vessels in his forehead were probably tangled into a mess.
Just like the piles of messy and countless documents in front of me.
They come from military departments and scientific research institutions that can be named or cannot be named from all over the world. They record all kinds of information, data, and analysis that are indistinguishable and impossible to distinguish whether they are important or not. Result, next step suggestion plan and so on and so on.
What's even more troublesome is that such things often contradict themselves and conflict with each other. The only thing that can be determined is their rapidly increasing number and speed.
"Beep..."
Another document came out of the exit of fax machine No. 23.
This is the result of an analysis, from European France.
After sitting here for more than ten years, Yang Dan has already memorized the numbering rules of these fax machines.
The officer on duty in the fourth district quickly browsed through the document and signed his name. The document was quickly transferred to Yang Dan, and the content that had been translated into Chinese was short and clear:
French shared intelligence (confirmed): Medieval World at 18:47 on 01/01, subject No. 1's behavior was to explain the labor content of the next day.
Analysis results (confirmed): Important characteristics of the serf class: Uncertain labor, that is, the content of the labor of the next day is unknown that night. The social status of the subject's family is determined to exclude the serf class.
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The next day will arrive soon.
"Loss...Loss..."
Shaking hair... I'm so sleepy... Wu Qingchen turned over and pushed aside the arm that pushed her.
"Loss... Roses!"
It's so noisy... Wu Qingchen dimly opened a line of eyes, blinked slightly, and instantly bounced up.
Miserable! The alarm clock didn't go off... we're going to be late! Cell phone, cell phone, where the hell is the cell phone
Grabbing the bed and turning it over and over vigorously, Wu Qingchen's hands froze suddenly.
Instead of light yellow sheets, he was covered with hay hardwood, and instead of silk pajamas, he wore a rough inner robe.
Why not just dream... I'm still in this damned place...
Looking back, Grace was standing by the bed, staring at Wu Qingchen's inexplicable tossing of the bed with a strange expression.
Touching his face to make himself more awake, Wu Qingchen coughed and mumbled vaguely while touching his throat.
Grace didn't ask any questions, and waited quietly for Wu Qingchen to slowly put on his robe according to the steps he had memorized when he took off his clothes last night, and got up completely from the bed, before pointing to the two wooden sticks placed diagonally beside the bed.
"Iraha, Desercid..."
Wu Qingchen could already understand this sentence, "Here, let's go."
Isn't this the stick that my father pointed at last night? Wu Qingchen raised her head, only to find that Grace's hands were holding the same hand rake and wooden shovel that his father had pointed out last night.
Grace waved and led Wu Qingchen, who was still a little confused, to the door. His father was already standing outside the door. When he saw the two coming out, he nodded and walked to the front.
This is... going to work
"Brother..."
Walking out of the wooden house, looking at the distance, and then at the sky, Wu Qingchen, who came to the medieval world, had tears in his eyes, and could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart.
Looking at Grace who stayed behind to wake her up, Wu Qingchen clearly called "Big Brother" for the first time.
"It's pitch black everywhere, and there are stars in the sky! Brother, you are my brother! You are more poisonous than Huang Shiren, and Zhou Papi is not as cruel as you when he crows in the middle of the night!"
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