Pastor Playa naturally wouldn't know that in just an instant, he became the target of millionaires.
After pointing out the error in Wu Qingchen's recitation of the holy words, Praia laughed several times, and then continued speaking with a slow breath: "Come on, little Ross, read it with me again, the road that the saint walked is full of thorns, and the flames are burning .”
"The road walked by the saint is full of thorns, and the flames are burning."
"very good."
Carefully observing the situation of the holy words read out by little Ross, the smile on Praia's face could not help but grow a little thicker. The little guy is indeed very smart, and more importantly, he does not need to spend more energy on his own. The little guy's The tone and posture are already very standard.
Thinking of this, Praia turned around, and under the altar, little Andre was sitting obediently at a long table, flipping through the parchment scrolls seriously.
Turning around, Little Rose stood quietly on the side of the doorpost, stroking his shoulder with his right hand, and looking upright at the stone on the ground.
This is piety...
Here's the grade...
Maybe…
Maybe... it seems that the extra price paid by my family to deal with the parish deacon after a while seems to be a little less
Indistinctly, Pastor Praia had some thoughts in his mind, so he looked at Andre and then at Little Los, and then Priest Praia suddenly asked: "Little Rose, the morning prayer is over these days, I saw that you have been standing in the church for a while, as if listening to Andre reciting the scriptures?"
"Yes, priest."
"Can you understand me?"
"Mostly understandable."
"Oh?"
Most of them can understand, this answer is beyond Praia's expectation again.
The sacred book is the most important book of the church, and it is the content that every priest must firmly grasp. Considering dissemination and teaching, the pronunciation of most of the words and sentences in the scriptures is quite close to the accent of the center of the church, and a certain rhythm is arranged according to certain rules for easy memory. Therefore, whether Andre, Praia, or other clergy recite The scriptures that come out must be very different from the accent of the small village of Akeli.
Under such circumstances, Ross could understand most of them. Praia had to be surprised again, and blurted out the next question: "Really? Can you understand?"
"Yes, priest."
Of course you can understand it. Hundreds of thousands of linguists, cryptographers, and sociologists went into battle together, referring to the 30-minute sermon before distributing the holy food, with a lot of rich recitation materials, let alone a religion with a little accent Classical books, even if they are replaced with the language series of another country in the medieval world, they can be completely deciphered.
What's more, what Wu Qingchen needs to master is only the simplest and most basic introductory content taught by the pastor to Andre. These contents took Wu Qingchen about two hours for the second training.
However, even for these introductory content, for an indigenous priest who probably never had the chance to meet 100,000 people in his life, Praia, who had toiled for half a month to understand the scriptures, listened to them in just a few days. It is not an easy thing to understand most of them.
The next question is logical: "Do you remember what you understand?"
"Some can be remembered."
"Some can be remembered..." Praya took two steps back and forth, and when he turned around, he spit out half a sentence of the holy words: "Wrath kills fools, what's the next sentence?"
"Envy kills obsession."
"That's right!" Praia nodded: "If you don't follow the schemes of the wicked, and don't stand in the way of sinners, what will happen next?"
"Don't sit in the seat of scorners." When Wu Qingchen read the holy words, his emphasis immediately became low and gentle.
"It seems that I have indeed remembered a lot... A righteous man has little, but then what?"
"Better than the abundance of many wicked men."
"The mouth of the righteous speaks of wisdom..."
"His tongue speaks justice."
"Man is in dignity, but not awakened..."
"Like dead animals."
"Justice for the poor and the orphan..."
"As... as... Sorry, Reverend, I don't know that."
"Hehe..." Praia smiled, noncommittal: "The next sentence is that the poor and needy practice justice. Go on, fools love ignorance..."
"A scorner loves a scorner."
"..."
During the question and answer session, in just one or two minutes, Praia and Wu Qingchen had already read more than a dozen lines of the divine scriptures together.
After each sentence, the surprise in Praia's heart became more and more serious: When Ross answered himself, the connection was quite smooth, and his expression was always very calm. It could be seen that the memory was very strong, as if remembering these holy words was just a very important thing. simple things.
As for whether these holy words are really simple, Praia only needs to think about the sufferings he suffered when he remembered them back then. Lie is still sitting in front of the wooden table, gnashing his teeth and trying to recite the three pages of the divine scriptures that he has studied for several days.
At the same time, after each sentence, Wu Qingchen, who answered more than a dozen sentences of the holy words, also felt more and more amazed:
The officers in the staff office are indeed roundworms in the pastor's stomach!
Based on the pastor's stress model constructed based on dozens of data, these officers can speculate that after a few good deeds from Lei Feng have attracted attention, the most likely next step for this pastor is to talk to himself about the tome.
What's more, these guys carefully selected and spent half an hour for themselves to master, and repeatedly confessed that they had to review and consolidate the twenty or so holy words when they entered the medieval world. The pastor just questioned his own content.
At the same time, Wu Qingchen was silently marveling at the staff officers, but the person in charge of the selection of the Holy Word was blaming himself: more than 6,500 staff officers in the three military regions, accompanied by nearly a thousand experts of various types, with so many manpower concentrated, the analysis The subject does not have any anti-reconnaissance consciousness, the tone and demeanor of the subject's sermons and recitations are clearly in front of him, and the fluency of quoting the holy words is also clear at a glance. After more than ten hours of sufficient deduction and analysis, the final result is Missing three, it's a shame!
That's right, Wu Qingchen had three responses to the holy words that surprised Pastor Praia: "Sorry, pastor, I don't know this sentence."
"It's okay." Hearing "I don't know" for the third time, Pastor Praia stopped asking questions and stood there, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, the pastor spoke again, still frowning when speaking: "Little Ross, you are a very smart child. Since you are willing to get close to the radiance of the Lord, you should stand closer and listen to every word of the prophet during the morning prayer."
There was some dissatisfaction in the pastor's tone, but countless staff members cheered at the same time. Asking Wu Qingchen to stand closer during the morning prayer meant that Wu Qingchen was a little closer to the glorious station of the Lord, and it also meant that Wu Qingchen was a little closer to the pastor's heart. The location is a little closer.
Most importantly, it also means that the plan designed by the staff for Wu Qingchen's rise in status is indeed effective, and has achieved the first important results.
"Yes, pastor." Staring at his toes, Wu Qingchen answered honestly.
Leaving the church, Wu Qingchen was in a hurry.
Speaking of which, Wu Qingchen's several good deeds following Lei Feng these days are not simply "to attract the attention of the priest and show piety". .
Burning away the thorns and improving the way of tying grass, not only helped the neighbors, but also reduced Wu Qingchen's own labor intensity, repaired a few small sections of road, reinforced and stabilized the wooden bridge, and cut off the branches and vines on the side of the path. This improved Wu Qingchen's own walking speed and saved a lot of time on the road.
Through the accumulation of these details, although Wu Qingchen took dozens of minutes to go back and forth to church every day recently, the work in the farmland was basically not left behind, and the degree of fatigue from labor did not increase significantly.
In about 20 minutes, Wu Qingchen walked to the east of the village. There are two pieces of land for the family. Old William and his two elder brothers have already stood on the ground. Wu Qingchen's small figure gradually approached, and Old William nodded. Idra patted Wu Qingchen on the shoulder, and Grace handed out the tools he brought along.
Walking into the farmland and standing in the work area left by his father and brother, Wu Qingchen first put the tools aside, shook his head, waved his hands, and warmed up in a way that was comprehensively designed by doctors, veteran farmers, and physical coaches. A few minutes later, Wu Qingchen silently picked up the wooden pick, raised the pick and raised his legs, bent over and stepped forward, loosening the soil and leveling the ground. Soon, along Wu Qingchen's face, beads of sweat collided with the dark-colored soil and fell into pieces. A few petals.
From the edge of the forest, the sun slowly rose to the sky above the farmland. When Wu Qingchen's hands were numb and his legs began to tremble slightly, Old William looked up at the sky, took a look at the position of the sun, and got used to it. Coughing violently, he beckoned his three sons to pack up their tools and set off on the path home.
The morning work is done.
After turning over several rolling hills and turning two small bends along the path by the mountain, the outline of the village appeared in front of them. They walked to a small stream, and the leading old William and Idra walked across the wooden bridge. , Wu Qingchen stopped: "Father, you go back first, I'll wash my hands, and I'll be back later."
"Okay, go early. Don't delay your meal, there is still a lot of work in the afternoon."
Old William, who was walking in the front, nodded.
"Washing clothes", "washing face", "washing dishes", "washing body", the word "washing" is becoming more and more popular recently, and there are more and more things dealing with water, but at the same time, little Ross's farm work The more you work, the more proficient you are, and the sweat you pay for your family becomes more and more important.
For a family in an agricultural society, with these two points as a premise, spending some time going to and from church and cleaning yourself are completely insignificant and inconspicuous little things.
It is easy to understand that the productivity of the medieval world was extremely low, and the meaning of survival and life can be directly equated. The huge pressure of survival made all activities of natives like Old William point to food, and the ultimate direction of all eyes and thoughts was Fill the stomach.
Therefore, for Wu Qingchen's rush to church every day, "washing hands" and "washing clothes" and other behaviors that would neither delay farm work nor produce food, Old William did not pay attention at all, nor did he have any idea of further understanding, which made the staff struggle. Numerous explanations, reasons, and excuses made up by mind, repeated dialectical research, and vowed to be absolutely seamless have all lost their meaning.
"Loss, I'll help you bring the pickaxe."
"Okay, Grace." Wu Qingchen turned her head, smiled at Grace who was walking with her at the end, and handed the wooden pick to Grace's outstretched right hand: "Thank you."
"No...thank you." Grace also smiled, feeling that she still didn't know how to say "thank you", a word little Rose learned from the pastor.
Walking along the gentle slope by the bridge to the stream, Wu Qingchen rolled up the sleeves of his robe, and stared at his father and two elder brothers while washing off the dirt on his hands.
When the figures of the three disappeared at another corner, Wu Qingchen quickly stood up, his eyes quickly swept around the deserted surroundings, then he half-bent down and walked upstream along the ridge by the stream .
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