Kidnapping All Mankind

After finishing the last work of the church, Wu Qingchen looked at the sundial, and had a little time before supper, greeted the priest, walked out of the side door, and returned to his room.

Closing the door, Wu Qingchen did not study the scriptures borrowed from the priest, or lay down in a soft wicker bed to rest as usual, but moved a round stool, sat next to the door, and listened carefully to the outside movement.

About ten minutes later, familiar footsteps came from the door.

Wu Qingchen gently moved the round stool back to his original position, finishing his clothes a little, and stood by the door quietly waiting.

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

"Scared ..." outside the door, Andrea was taken aback: "Brother Los."

"Yeah, Andre, didn't I hit you?" Wu Qingchen's concern was quite professional.

"No, no." Andre shook his head again and again.

"That's good." Wu Qingchen "sighed with relief": "Come back so fast? The messenger called?"

"Soon?" Little Andre frowned. "It seems that it is true ... In order to get the honeycomb, these days, the roads in the village have gone much better ... well, Pamela has already reached the church. "

"Oh ..." Wu Qingchen smiled, and asked casually: "Are you coming in now, are you going to shave the sheepskin?"

"Yeah." Andre grimaced.

"Let me help you." When speaking, Wu Qingchen had already walked out of the door.

"Okay ..." Andre smiled suddenly on his face: "Thank you, Brother Rose, I need to trouble you again ..."

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

Of course it is not troublesome. The work of shaving sheepskin rolls is a very important source of information in the medieval world.

Out of the room, with Andre, the two entered Rev. Praia's bedroom.

The wooden table near the door was cluttered with several sheepskin rolls. Andrea walked over, picked up the carving knife that was set aside, and the sheepskin roll closest to him, and continued the work that he had fallen.

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

After half an hour, Andre flattened the sheepskin roll in his hand and sighed hard. He was satisfied to see that there was no dye on it.

Huh ... this one is done.

Andrea stood up and stared at the wooden box in the corner of the room.

"Let me do it."

At this time, Wu Qingchen also stood up.

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

"Okay." Andrei didn't think too much, so he just rolled the sheepskin into the palm of Wu Qingchen's outstretched hand.

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

When clearing the sheepskin rolls, Wu Qingchen deliberately stood between Andre and the wooden box; in the process of clearing, Wu Qingchen always controlled the speed to ensure that the work in hand was completed at the same time as Andre; At that time, Wu Qingchen deliberately put his hand in front of Andrei ... all the purpose of this was to get the opportunity to put the sheepskin roll into the wooden box.

Holding two sheepskin rolls, Wu Qingchen went 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, Rev. Praia is used to placing letters, and there are more sheepskin rolls filled with text and patterns than at this time yesterday.

Wu Qingchen quickly spread out these sheepskin rolls.

After entering the Middle Ages for nearly two months, I also studied with Rev. Praia for almost one and a half months. Wu Qingchen's progress in learning the characters of the Middle Ages was pretty good.

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

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

Blocking Andre's sight with his body, according to a certain rule, Wu Qingchen placed these sheepskin rolls several times in different positions, angles, and directions, and then quickly refolded them, then closed the wooden box. .

After just a few glances, Wu Qingchen found that these pages of sheepskin scrolls were painted with honeycombs and wooden barrels, and the length and paragraphs of the text were similar. What they said should be similar, and Wu Qingchen focused on the collection. The subject of the letter is exactly where the parish, baron, and Praia family plan to visit.

I tried my best……

Walking back to Master Praya's "desk", he smiled at Little Andrea who raised his head. Wu Qingchen grabbed the carving knife and another sheepskin roll that needed to be cleaned up. He was very busy in his heart. :

I've done what I can ...

Why did Rev. Praia want me to go out ...

Should I go out? Will there be any danger? How to decide?

I hope this information is useful ...

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Information is useful.

Earth.

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

Looking at the translated results, millions of employees of the interim committee, tens of millions of sensitive people who closely follow the real-time dynamics, and billions of ordinary earth people who receive news push through various channels, and at the same time start to Mr. Praia, The relatives of Mr. Praia, the eighteenth generation of Mr. Praia's ancestors, extended their cordial greetings and the expectation of a negative distance and a super friendly relationship.

These letters, the previous content is quite satisfactory. The beginning is to thank the lord for their trust, thank the teacher for their support, the middle is the trivial matter of the country, and then the discussion of the treatment of cattle farming, night moving honeycomb ...

Next, the key point comes: I heard that you have been treating cattle for a while, and accumulated a lot of problems when moving the honeycomb at night. Rev. Praia was deeply worried and decided to send the students around to come and solve your doubts.

Then, the more important content came. Using nearly half the length of the letter, Lord Praia said:

When you see this letter, the young man standing in front of you is my student. There is nothing too special about this student: it only receives the dual attention of the church and the lord at the same time; , Beekeepers, and priests; just a few months later, they will become the acting priests of the village of Akeli; just a few years of casual accumulation of seniority, can logically get most of the priests' dreams ...

That's it!

By the way, there is a little interesting thing recently: I, an incompetent student, have also come up with the technique of artificially interfering with the bee colony and the idea of ​​changing taxes to fees. The children ’s cranky thoughts, I think It's a bit of a taste, and if it's convenient, please take your time and give pointers.

WTF!

This familiar way of writing, and the style of creating sentences, reveals a strong routine that earth people have long seen:

Whoops, my child is so playful that the final exam is only 98 points.

Alas, the boss likes to use local people. My child worked for two years, and he can no longer climb up to the position of deputy general manager.

Yes, the market is not working recently, it is difficult to make money. My son built a 300 square meter villa for me last year. This year, he can only spend 500,000 yuan for a simple decoration.

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There is no need to read the long report of the leader of the analysis team. Anyone who sees the translation of these letters can conclude:

Rev. Praia just wanted to show off his students fiercely in front of his family relatives, his superiors, and his teachers and classmates.

"Analytical teams are stupid!"

"The staff group sleepwalks!"

"That's the result of paying taxpayers?"

"Emergency control, just such a bunch of waste?"

"Where's the dog raised by the committee? Come out and lick the ground!"

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Country Z, a command center.

"Cao Nima! I haven't gone home for seven days and seven nights! Is this what I get?"

Looking at the scolding on the Internet, an analyst at an intelligence center threw the mouse in his hand fiercely: "Can this Nima blame us? What is the pot that raises the status too fast? Mother eggs work happily all over the world right?"

"This is totally a natural disaster!" My colleagues next to me also expressed concern: "The position of beekeeper, the appointment of a priest, the intervention of groups, and the conversion of taxes to fees ... Are these all plans of the staff team who have already calculated the model? It ’s impossible to trigger such a reaction, okay? Grass, the ghost knows what letter was written to Praia this neuropathy? "

"Vanity kills people!"

"It's a matter of implementation, it's a matter of our farts! Would you please focus on scolding the staff?"

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United States of America, Senate.

Member of the Senate of the United States of America, a staff member of the National Administration and Budget Bureau of the United States of America, the Minister of Health and People's Services of the Federal Government of the United States, and the Office of the members of the United Nations Interim Committee on Astrological Events.

"Sir, the report comes out ..."

Holding a few pages of documents, an intern trembled open the door of the office.

"Ok……"

Members of Parliament, staff, ministers, and members of the Interim Committee lifted their chins and signaled the interns to put down the document: "A report of the sudden outing in the Middle Ages?"

"Yes." The intern dropped the file.

"Okay." The member nodded gently. "Let's go."

The intern dropped the file, left the room backwards, and closed the door. From the gap, the intern saw that the member kept smiling and gently picked up the file he had just put down.

After a few seconds.

"Snapped!"

The sound of documents falling heavily on the table.

After ten seconds.

"boom……"

The sound of the table being overturned.

A few seconds later.

"Hmm ... Dangdangdang ... BangBang ..."

The sound of many items falling, the sound of glass, photo frame and display being broken.

At last:

"WAHTTHEFUCK?" Through the thick door, several interns listened tremblingly to the senator's roar: "Shit place where even **** and Indians can't live, there is still vanity!"

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