Kidnapping All Mankind

"Pastor, I want you to teach me to heal the cows ..."

Even if a thunderbolt suddenly came in at the door of the church, or if Lois wanted to borrow a cattle farm and avoid the summer service, Praia would not be more surprised.

Heal the cow ... heal the cow ...

"Heal the cow!"

The priest widened his eyes involuntarily, and then spoke for a long time: "... What are you thinking, Little Rose? I heal the cow? I heal the cow? Did the pastor heal the cow?"

"But ..." Xiao Luosi asked timidly: "The villagers are usually sick, and they are all for your help ..."

"That's a man!" Praia raised his voice rare. "Can people be treated the same as cattle?"

"This ... this ..." Little Rose looked up cautiously. "... Should it be the same? They were all wounded, bleeding, unable to move ..."

"Ha, should it be the same? ..."

The priest laughed and took a deep breath: "... does it look the same? Is it right? They are all wounded, bleeding, and unable to move ... but ... but ... well ... Wounded, bleeding ... all hurt ... bleeding ... "

Suddenly, Praia's heart moved slightly, her face slightly condensed, "... Andre, go to my room and bring the third roll of sheepskin in the box ..."

Praya, who was gazing at it, didn't notice. Andre had just turned around, and Little Rose immediately shook his fist deeply.

Little Andre stepped out of the side door, and soon returned to the pulpit again, with a handful of sheepskin rolled between his hands.

Obviously, this sheepskin roll is kept with great care. ---- Just look at the thick dust on the surface and the tightly pressed scrolls. Anyone will immediately understand that it is estimated that this thing has not seen the sun for two or three years.

"Heck ..." After taking the sheepskin roll, Praia shook the dust without a trace, and quickly opened the first page.

At the same time, Xiao Luosi, or Wu Qingchen, immediately adjusted his standing position without any traces, which was convenient for the Earth to shoot and also for himself to watch.

Life in the medieval world is almost one month. So far, Wu Qingchen has mastered the language and spoken communication of the medieval world, and Wu Qingchen is almost blank in writing.

However, this did not affect Wu Qingchen watching the sheepskin roll that the priest slowly opened at this time.

Because the sheepskin roll is painted with a pattern.

The humblest and simplest pattern, the character drawing is severely distorted, the object drawing is severely abstract, and there are almost no painting skills at all.

Focusing on the sheepskin roll, Wu Qingchen's brain was moving at a high speed, mobilizing all the brain cells that were connected with "thought", "association" and "guessing". Spooky pattern.

Through the communication with the pastor just now, or through the guidance to the pastor just now, Wu Qingchen can be sure that the sheepskin roll in front of him must be a medical book of the medieval church.

For strange reasons, the priest's movement to open the pages was very slow. Standing by the side, staring at the drawing attached to the sheepskin roll, Wu Qingchen's mouth slowly widened involuntarily, and he was amazed.

Gosh! The medieval world is really unpredictable, even medicine can be so ...

Wu Qingchen tried his best to widen her eyes, otherwise she couldn't express the amazing degree of her wide-open eyes.

In the sheepskin roll in front of it, the vague, distorted and abstract patterns are really real, clearly delineating the medical classification of the medieval world:

Draining, vomiting, coma, lying, rolling ...

Wu Qingchen had to admit that this level of scripture had been lying on the bottom of the box for three years, and the master had given the village of Akeli great luck.

Slowly turning pages and pages of scrolls, Praia finally stopped, and on the right side of the unfolded sheepskin scroll, Wu Qingchen saw a humble pattern of blood flowing from people.

"Well ... it's here ..." Nodded, Praia smoothed the book and read the text on the page.

A few minutes later, after reading the last line, Praia frowned and slowly raised her head.

"... Los, no, although they are all injured, bleeding, and unable to move ... but treating people is different from treating cattle ..."

Speaking of which, Praia shook her head: "... and ... even if it's the same ... I'm afraid you can't learn it, the method is difficult, and the most important thing is missing ..."

"Priest ..." Wu Qingchen slightly raised his head, slightly raised his fist, and posed for half an hour of training.

"Hmm ..." The training effect was remarkable. The priest sighed softly and said: "It's not that I don't want to teach you, just ... Little Rose, I'll read it to you, and you will understand ..."

"... Wounded and bleeding lambs, get rid of the sin of the soul, get rid of the scar of the wounds ..."

"... Wounded and bleeding lambs, get rid of bad reputation, regret the sins of the past, and let the dirty black blood go ..."

"... the wounded and bleeding lamb should confess the sins of the past, the hot boiling water, and wash the worldly soul ..."

"... The wounded and bleeding lamb should be close to the glory of the Lord, praise the gift of the Lord, and be grateful for the herb created by the Lord ..."

"Do you understand?"

"I see!" Wu Qingchen nodded vigorously. "To repent, to praise, to be grateful ... And, to remove the carrion, to drain the black blood, to wash the soul, thanks to the herb!"

"Yeah! The cow was injured. How can you confess, praise, and appreciate it?"

"Pastor, you once taught me that everything in the world is the master of creation ... the cow is also the master of creation, and of course he loves the master ..."

"Ah ... of course ... of course ..."

Praia nodded quickly, "... I mean, of course the cow also loves to dominate ... but he still needs to remove the evil carrion, put out the dirty black blood, wash the mundane soul with boiling water, and most importantly ... dominates the drugs created ... "

Wu Qingchen expressed a doubtful expression: "... but the cow did not grow rotten meat, the red blood came out, and the boiling water was easy to cook ... as for the herb ..."

"Children ... herbs are very expensive and need to be bought in the parish, and I have not heard of the herbs used to heal cows ..."

"Herb ..."

Wu Qingchen frowned deeply. "... Herb ... Herb ... Pastor, what is it?"

"Herb? It's a healing herb ... specifically ... looks like grass, some looks like leaves ..."

"Heal wounds ... heal wounds ... like grass ... like leaves ... Pastor, you mean, like a forest beast that is injured, do you often chew grass and leaves, when I was very young, I used to Seeing them lick ... "

"what!"

Praia looked up abruptly, froze, and thought quickly.

After a while, Praya lowered her head and looked at the hopeful and worried expression on Wu Qingchen's face in front of him. The pastor nodded extremely slowly: "Yes, this is the herb, Los, you are a very smart child ... ... "

"This way, maybe you can really try it ..."

"Thank you, priest!"

Wu Qingchen quickly showed another surprise smile that had been trained for half an hour.

"Well ... go and find the herb and find it for me ..." Praia waved his hand gently.

Little Luosi's brisk figure had already left the church, and beside the altar, Praia, who was deeply frowning, remained motionless and deeply gazed.

Maybe ... can herbs really be found in the forest?

Maybe ... treating cows is really the same as treating villagers?

Maybe ... this method can really cure cattle?

Maybe ... truly becoming a pastor, his family does not need to pay any extra cost at all?

Standing next to the altar, Praia was full of thoughts and excitement, thinking about the forest herb for a while, thinking about the cow's injury, and thinking about the parish deacon for a while. Far from over.

However, no matter what the imagination, even the deepest part of the pastor's subconsciousness, he never had any doubts about Little Los.

This is normal. In the church, Wu Qingchen only spoke a dozen words with Praia, and it only took ten minutes. On the earth base, Wu Qingchen and hundreds of coaches practiced dozens of plans and spent enough. Four hours.

It can be said that on this day, no matter if Wu Qingchen wasted his time and effort to create mud stains, stopped to clean in the rain outside the church door, or stood upright at the altar and straightened to tell his family's suffering ...

Almost every sentence, every action, every expression, is the crystallization of the painstaking efforts of millions of staff members, all of which are based on Praia's basic character, living environment, thinking mode, reaction model, and detailed analysis. The best plan deduced carefully.

The global plan is linked one by one, and all key nodes lead the priest to take the initiative to complete it autonomously, completely eliminating the abnormal suspicion of Wu Qingchen.

Millions vs one person.

Not even feeling the confrontation, the priest had failed.

Forty-four farm cattle (below)

"When ... when ... when ..."

In the distance, a faint bell rang out from the village.

"Father ..." Idra turned back again.

"I know I know……"

Holding down on the lumbar rod that was numb to the point where no pain was felt, Old William stood up straight, "Well, it's the second bell ..."

Old William's voice was very low, as he said, while slowly turning his head and neck, looking at the remaining half of the land that could not be plowed, his tired eyes revealed unexplainable worries.

"Why ... we ... we ... again ... again ... for a while?"

At the front of the plow, the muddy Idra pressed against the body, exhaling heavily, his voice was intermittent, almost inaudible, but full of anxiety, and his arms began to tremble again, apparently Refilled with final strength, ready to continue working.

"Just a moment ..." Shaking his head, Old William looked at the place, and then looked at the other side of the place has become a moving ploughshare, and the two deep slopes next to the ploughshare are almost directly attached Toddler on muddy water.

"Well ..." With a deep sigh, Old William lowered the bar and pulled up Edra. "Go back, go back."

The bell of the second round was over. He lifted the plow truck and set foot on the village path. The tired Williams hurried forward, and from time to time they met the same tired and rushed villagers.

"William ... William ..."

When they reached the third corner of the village entrance, a shout came from behind the four.

The four turned around, and on the trail, Richard and Old Hott beckoned as they trot over.

"Hot, what's wrong?" He motioned for his family to slow down, and Old William greeted him.

"Way ... William ..." Hart panted as he ran to the corner. "... Morning ... plowing ... What happened?"

"What can you do?" Old William shook his lips, "I haven't finished half of it yet, I don't know what to do ... oh ..."

"You can only blame yourself!" Hult's voice was raised a bit. "William, I heard you borrowed a ploughshare everywhere last night, why didn't you come to see me and Richard?"

"It's too far ... not clear at night ..."

"Hah, it's too far ..." Hotthaha said without a smile on his face, and pointed to the plow lifted by Grace and Jacqueline: "Richard, come and see, your home It's so far away from my house, than the Todd's house east of the village! "

"Well, okay, okay, don't say ..." Old William reluctantly grinned, "I did walk past your and Richard's house last night, but how can I borrow your plough What about the car? I do n’t know the work of the two of you? The same is ploughing today, the same can not be separated from the plough ... lent it to me, what about your own work? And ... I have not borrowed it ?

"Borrowed ... borrowed ... Hey, it's better not to borrow, to avoid trouble!"

Hott spit hard. "It's so good that no one borrows a plow. As soon as it dawns, Richard and I hurried to the land. It's so much fun to plow. It just happened to rain and mud in the field. "Oh, stone, Wala Ladi turned around, the bells didn't start ringing, all the work on the three plots was done, I don't know what to do tomorrow ..."

"What? Three plots?"

Hearing that Hult had finished the work for two days a day, William not only showed no envy, but widened his eyes, stared at Hout, his face full of worry and horror.

As if he didn't see the face of Old William, Hott turned to Richard: "Right ... Richard, in fact, it's not good to work so smoothly ... I have a headache now, and I am happy today But tomorrow, the cows at home will have to eat grass and not work, which is too ridiculous ... "

Old Hotter smiled, nodded, and said nothing.

"Hah, there is a way ..." As if remembering that there were other people around him, Hult looked back at William, "I heard that someone badly hurt the cow yesterday, but only half a slice of land can be turned out a day ... really Poor ... "

After a few beeps, he shook his head before Holt continued to speak: "... or else ... hurry up tomorrow, you come to Richard's and me and take the cows out for a stroll?"

"Ah?" Old William opened his mouth wide.

"Looks like an idea? Is that so?" Hotthaha laughed twice and turned away: "... remember to feed the forage, lose a bit of weight, cut the meat to pay for it! ..."

"Hot ... I ... I ..." Old William's voice began to choppy.

Richard, who has not spoken, patted the old William's shoulder: "... use my cows more tomorrow. Hult's cows are used too quickly today, remember to slow down."

"Richard ... I ... I ..." Old William's voice began to tremble.

"Hmm ..." He patted Old William's shoulder again, and Richard turned to leave.

At this time, William noticed that after such a heavy rain, Hult and Richard were mixed with mud on their upper and lower bodies. Moreover, compared to the weekday, Old Hult's waist was lowered and Richard coughed. Even worse, they both walked slowly, dragging their feet almost directly on the ground.

After working for two days a day, people have become so tired. What would a heavier farming cow look like?

And this kind of cattle farming, the most important livestock of the family, the treasure that should have been extremely cherished, will be lent to yourself tomorrow ...

Suddenly, Old William's eyes were blurred.

When finally approaching the wooden house of his house, the rain gradually reduced.

Suddenly receiving this completely unexpected help from Hott and Richard, Old William walked a lot lighter, and while walking, he smiled from time to time, circling the arrangement of tomorrow's work in his head.

Stepping into the wooden house, the footsteps of Old William froze instantly, the smile on his face disappeared, "Tomorrow", "Work", and "Arrangement" are all without a trace.

After a long while, the old William with a blank head rushed into the cabin.

At the same time, the cabin heard the old William's heartbreaking drink: "Stop!"

Beyond the wooden door, the other three men opened their legs instantly.

Rushing into the cabin quickly, the three immediately saw a startling situation.

On the right side of the wooden house, there was a blazing flame in the mud, and a pot was set up on it, which boiled a large mass of turbid boiling water, and the boiling water burst out from time to time. Wait for the mess to sway back and forth.

On the right side of the cabin, Little Rose held a wooden bowl in his left hand, which was filled with turbid liquid. He grabbed a small ball with his right hand and crushed the wet straw, and smeared it on the cow.

And all the cows who gathered their eyes have been covered with colorful liquids, and there are a bunch of broken grass seed leaves near the wound, and the mud near the cows is full of wet marks, and the air is full of Acrid smell.

"Loss! Are you crazy?" Old William growled in the cabin.

"I……"

Little Rose's voice was completely covered by the roar of Old William: "What the **** do you want!"

"When you work, you say it rains, let you go under the tree, after you stay there, you say you want to go to church, let you go to church, never go to church, let you stay at home, let you stay at home. What do you want? "

"I……"

"Are you going to let me and your brother forever plow with their shoulders?"

"I……"

"Do you know what you are doing?"

"I ... I know ... I'm healing a cow ..."

"Cure the cow! Who told you you can heal the cow!"

"I ... I ... are ... that the priest told me ..."

"The priest heals the cow! The priest! ... the priest? ... you say the priest?"

William's voice lowered involuntarily. At this moment, Idra rushed to the cow for the first time, and looked carefully at Edra, suddenly pulling the old William's robe, and his voice couldn't hide the joy and surprise: " Father! Father! Come and see! The cow is completely bleeding! "

"what!"

Regardless of the seat and wooden shovel by the door, Old William rushed forward, knocked over several things in a row, and quickly rushed to the cow.

"Ah ... it really doesn't bleed ... and ... look here, here! The lumps are gone! Here too!"

Needless to say, the family immediately approached the cows quickly, and a large piece of furniture fell to the ground in an instant, hitting a log, knocking over the bowl, and immediately followed by a burst of surprise and joy. , Noisy words of excitement, excitement, joy.

After a long time, I stroked the cow's swollen area again, and touched the wound that had stopped bleeding, but the unbelievable old William finally turned his head slowly, looking to the side still holding the wooden bowl and holding it Broken Grass's voice trembled: "... Loss ... you ... you ... the cow is so important ... you ... I ..."

"Father, I know." Little Rose smiled slightly, as if the roar and roar were just hallucinations.

Somehow, seeing the reaction of Little Ross, Old William's lips shook even more.

Fortunately, at this time, Idra also turned her head, "Loss, is this all taught by the priest?"

"Yes, I finished my morning prayer. I asked the priest, who told me to teach me."

"This ..." Idra was full of surprise, pointing to the burning fire of the wooden house, the erected cauldron, the traces of the cow's body: "So many things, did you do this morning?"

"No ... these were just made, I was looking outside in the morning ..." Little Rose pointed to the cauldron: "It's hard to find these herbs ..."

It's just hard to find, it's a miracle!

The family's eyes are all looking at the cauldron. Just look at the number of leaves and stems on the surface, and the number of tree roots. You will know how much energy it takes to collect these "herbs".

In the morning, it was pouring rain.

"Loss ..." Slowly, Old William walked over, and slowly touched his head with his right hand, but suddenly paused, and finally fell gently on his shoulders: "My son, you have worked hard ... ... "

Little Rose / Wu Qingchen nodded gently.

Quite hard.

Misunderstandings, guilt, and, most importantly, gratitude can greatly promote relationships and affection.

In order to place dozens of things inside the wooden house, chairs, dining table, wooden shovel, wooden bowl, fire, iron pot, wooden basket, etc., etc., according to the training of the coaching staff one by one to the accurate position, for the family Forming a certain psychological hint, while ensuring physical safety and the best angle of avoidance, Wu Qingchen really exerted a lot of effort.

Quite hard.

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