After tidying up the last remaining work in the church, Wu Qingchen looked at the sundial. There was still a little time before dinner, so he greeted the pastor, walked out of the side door, and returned to his room.
After closing the door, Wu Qingchen did not study the scriptures borrowed from the pastor as usual, or lay down on the soft rush bed to rest, but moved a round stool, sat next to the door, and listened carefully to the sound outside. movement.
About ten minutes later, familiar footsteps came from outside the door.
Wu Qingchen gently moved the round stool back to its original position, tidied up her clothes a little, and stood by the door to wait quietly.
When footsteps passed the room, Wu Qingchen pushed open the wooden door.
"Scared..." Outside the door, Little Andre was taken aback: "Brother Ross."
"Ah, Andre, didn't I hit you?" Wu Qingchen's concern was quite professional.
"No." Andre shook his head again and again.
"That's good." Wu Qingchen "breathed a sigh of relief": "Come back so soon? Has the messenger called?"
"Soon?" Little Andre frowned. "It seems to be true... In order to catch the beehives, the roads in the village are much easier these days... Well, Pamela has already arrived at the church."
"Hehe..." Wu Qingchen smiled, and asked "casually", "Are you coming in now, are you going to scrape the parchment?"
"Yes." Andre said bitterly.
"Let me help you." While speaking, Wu Qingchen had already walked out of the room.
"Okay..." A smile suddenly appeared on Andre's face: "Thank you, brother Ross, I have to trouble you again..."
"No trouble." Wu Qingchen also had a smile on his face.
Of course it's not troublesome, the work of scraping the parchment is a very important source of information in the medieval world.
Walking out of the room, and together with Andre, the two entered the bedroom of Priest Praia.
On the wooden table near the door, several parchment scrolls were placed in a mess. Andre walked over, picked up the carving knife and the parchment scroll closest to him, and continued the work he had left behind.
Walking to the other side of the wooden table, Wu Qingchen also started to do the same thing.
Half an hour later, Andre flattened the parchment in his hand and blew a few breaths. He was satisfied to see that there was no dye left on it.
Huh... This one is finished.
Andre stood up, looking at the wooden box in the corner of the room.
"Let me do it."
At this time, Wu Qingchen also stood up.
When she got up, Wu Qingchen raised her hand and rolled up the sheepskin roll in her hand, and Andre saw that it was also clean.
"Okay." Andre didn't think too much, and put the parchment into Wu Qingchen's outstretched palm.
After catching the parchment, Wu Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief when he turned around.
When cleaning the parchments, 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 finished the work at about the same time; standing up At that time, Wu Qingchen deliberately stretched out his hand in front of Andre... The purpose of all this is to get the opportunity to put the parchment into the wooden box.
Holding two parchments, 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 Pastor Praia used to place letters, there were several more parchment scrolls filled with words and patterns than at this time yesterday.
Wu Qingchen quickly spread out these sheepskin scrolls.
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. Wu Qingchen has made a good progress in learning the characters of the medieval world.
However, Wu Qingchen still has a long way to go before reading and writing letters correctly, accurately and precisely.
Moreover, this is not the time for Wu Qingchen to take a closer look.
Blocking Andre's line of sight with his body, according to certain rules, Wu Qingchen placed these sheepskin scrolls several times in different positions, angles, and directions, then quickly refolded them, and then closed the wooden box .
After just a few glances, Wu Qingchen realized that these pages of parchment scrolls were all painted with honeycombs and wooden barrels, and the length and paragraphs of the text were roughly similar, and they should all be talking about the same content. The main body of the letter is exactly the place where the pastor, the baron, and the Praia family planned to let himself visit.
I tried my best…
Walking back to Master Playa's "desk", and smiling at little Andre who raised his head, Wu Qingchen grabbed the carving knife and another parchment scroll that needed to be cleaned up, and began to work in his hands, feeling very anxious. :
I have done everything I can...
Why does Pastor Playa want me out so much...
Should I go out? Will there be any danger? How to decide
Hope this information is useful...
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Intelligence is useful.
Earth.
A few minutes later, the linguists who had been mobilized earlier quickly translated the letters Wu Qingchen saw into nearly a hundred languages.
Looking at the translated results, millions of employees of the temporary committee, tens of millions of sensitive people who pay close attention to the real-time news, and more than a billion ordinary people on earth who have received news pushes through various channels, began to talk to Mr. Praia at the same time, Mr. Praia's relatives, eighteen generations of Mr. Praia's ancestors, all extend their most cordial greetings and expectations for the creation of negative distance and super-friendship.
The contents of these letters are quite satisfactory. At the beginning, they thanked the lord for his trust, and thanked the teacher for his support. In the middle, they covered trivial matters in the countryside, and then discussed the treatment of cattle and the removal of beehives at night...
Next, here comes the important point: I heard that some time ago, you treated the cattle and accumulated a lot of problems when you moved the beehives at night. Pastor Praia was deeply worried and decided to send his students around to solve your doubts.
Next, the more important content came. With nearly half the length of the letter, Master Praia said:
When you read this letter, the young man standing in front of you is my student. There is nothing special about this student: he is only valued by the church and the lord at the same time; he is just a cowherd Beekeeper, beekeeper, and priest are three important positions; just a few months later, you will become the acting priest of Akeli Village; just casually accumulate some qualifications for a few years, and you can naturally get the gods that most priests dream of …
That's all!
By the way, there is another interesting little thing recently: I, an incompetent student, have recently come up with the technique of artificially intervening in the bee colony, and the idea of turning taxes into fees. It has a bit of taste, if it is convenient, please spare your precious time to give some pointers.
WTF!
This familiar way of writing, as well as the style of words and sentences, reveals a strong routine that people on earth have long seen through:
Oops, my kids are so playful that they only scored 98 in the final exam.
Alas, the boss likes to use local people. My child worked for two years, and he couldn't climb up after being promoted to deputy general manager.
Yes, the market is not good recently, and it is difficult to make money. My son built a 300㎡ villa for me last year, but this year I can only spend 500,000 on a simple renovation.
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There is no need to read the lengthy report of the head of the analysis group. Any earthling who reads the translation of these letters can draw a conclusion:
Pastor Praia just wanted to show off his students in front of his family relatives, his superiors, colleagues, teachers and classmates.
"The analysis team is all idiots!"
"The collective sleepwalking of the staff group!"
"Is this the result of the taxpayer's money?"
"Emergency control, just control such a group of waste?"
"Where's the committee dog? Come out and lick the floor clean!"
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Country Z, a certain command center.
"Cao Nima! I haven't been home for seven days and seven nights! Is this what you get in return?"
Seeing the abuse on the Internet, the analyst of a certain intelligence center threw the mouse out of his hand viciously: "Can you blame us? What is a pot that has been promoted too fast? Damn, you can only be happy if you work every day." right?"
"This is a natural disaster!" The colleague next to him also felt sorry for him: "The position of a beekeeper, the appointment of priests, the intervention of grouping, and the conversion of taxes into fees... Are these all plans that the staff team has already calculated and modeled? It's impossible to trigger such a reaction, okay? Damn, who knows what letter was written to Praia, a psychopath?"
"Vanity kills people!"
"Implementation is none of our business! Please concentrate on scolding the staff group?"
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United States of America, Senate.
Member of the Senate of the United States of America, staff member of the Office of Administration and Budget of the United States of America, secretary of the Department of Health and Human Services of the Federal Government of the United States, and a member of the Office of the United Nations Interim Committee on Astronomical Events.
"Your Excellency, the report is out..."
Holding a few pages of documents, an intern tremblingly opened the door of the office.
"Um… "
Members, staff, ministers, and members of the interim committee raised their chins and signaled the interns to put down the documents: "A report on the sudden travel situation in the medieval world?"
"Yes." The intern put down the file.
"Okay." The committee member nodded gently: "Let's put it down."
The intern put down the file and left the room backwards. When the door was closed, the intern saw from the gap that the committee member kept smiling and gently picked up the file he had just put down.
After a few seconds.
"Snapped!"
The sound of documents slamming heavily on the table.
Ten seconds later.
"boom… "
The sound of a table being overturned.
A few more seconds later.
"Kang kuang kuang... bang dang bang... bang bang bang..."
The sound of many objects falling, the sound of glass, photo frames, and display screens being smashed.
at last:
"WAHTTHEFUCK?" Through the thick door, several interns tremblingly listened to the senator's growl: "A shitty place where even niggers and Indians can't survive, there is even a face of vanity!"
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