Be optimistic and positive. Everything has good aspects. You must be positive. You must be positive. Think about good aspects and good aspects...

Wu Qingchen finally found a good idea by using the method taught by the psychological counselor during night training.

The advantage is that there is one less problem you face - you don’t have to bother looking for your own room, the family of the Middle Ages, and the “room” does not exist at all.

"Anu, Los, Linked..."

Wu Qingchen lowered his head, and the little girl held the empty plate with one hand and shook Wu Qingchen's arm with the other. There was no cause or consequence at all. Wu Qingchen could not guess what the little girl meant, so he had to take a few steps in the direction of the little girl's force.

That was probably what she asked. Wu Qingchen made way out of the blocked way, and the little girl walked out of the door with a plate.

It is definitely not suitable to stand outside, and it is not possible to block the door of the house. It seems that you must go in.

Gripping his teeth, Wu Qingchen walked into the "home" door.

The room was filled with two contradictions of smoke and humidity. Fortunately, this was the case. Although it was quite unpleasant, it was not as stinky as it was, and it was much better than what Wu Qingchen expected.

After walking a few steps, Wu Qingchen's eyes became much darker. The middle-aged woman who had just said hello was tossing crops deep in the house. Two children with no gender rolled on the bed wrapped in rags. The father sat on a dark and ragged chair. The brother sat next to him, holding a wooden bowl and drinking water. The little girl who had just left had a plate of beans from somewhere and walked in.

Looking left and right, Wu Qingchen sat next to his brother, found a wooden bowl, served half a glass of water, looked at the color of the water, got closer and smelled it, and shook it to see how many bubbles appeared.

Wu Qingchen fell back again.

The wooden bowl is a little dirty and there is scum in the water.

These are not the point.

This is uncooked stream water.

Another major crisis in the medieval world.

The person in charge of explaining this content was a lieutenant named Zhou. Wu Qingchen had a deep impression of him and did not need to close his eyes. Wu Qingchen clearly saw that the scars were covered with scars, and his hands formed with gully, and his ears were also echoing the loud and serious voice of Lieutenant Zhou when he explained:

"Drinking such water can easily cause colds, be more likely to be infected with bacteria, cause diarrhea and dehydration. In the absence of medical conditions, this is a very troublesome disease and may even lead to death in severe cases."

But, my mouth is very thirsty.

Although he was very thirsty, Wu Qingchen neither drank raw water nor went to the big pot in the "kitchen" to scoop some boiling water to try it.

In the Middle Ages, the ultimate goal of all labor was food, and food was definitely the most important material.

I think I don’t have the qualifications to use the things in the big pot without authorization.

Sitting on the chair with dry mouth, Wu Qingchen was restless. Not long after, the light in the room suddenly dimmed again, and a tall figure came in.

"Idra, go in."

"Shaha."

Who is this?

Wu Qingchen looked up slightly. The person who came in was tall and had a slightly dark face. His eyebrows and eyes were slightly similar to those of "brother" and "father". He was holding a long wooden tool in his hand and a wooden barrel was hung on his right shoulder.

"Idra, go in" This is a sentence my father said when the tall man came in.

Idra should be the name of this tall man, "Yu Ya Ren" should mean "back". Is this also a member of his "family"? Another "brother"?

I have to say that in less than a day, Wu Qingchen is currently cautious and has improved his level of observing words and expressions to the point where he never dared to think about it in the past.

Sure enough, the tall Idra got into the depths of the house, put down the tools on her hands and the wooden barrel on her shoulder, and quickly walked to Wu Qingchen to sit down, patted Wu Qingchen on the shoulder, and said something.

This sentence is quite complicated, and Wu Qingchen could not understand it, so he had to mumble a few vague syllable responses. Idra seemed to have some doubts. Fortunately, his father pointed to Wu Qingchen's throat and explained instead.

Surrounding the dark wooden table, the three men sat halfway around Wu Qingchen. It was obvious that they were tired and had little energy. The three of them rarely talked or moved, and they only drank water silently occasionally.

After tossing the crop for a while, the middle-aged woman walked to the "kitchen" and worked with the teenage girl. A few large wooden bowls were quickly placed on the dark table.

The food is coming.

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 barely found a few words for them to describe.

This is really...

Pure natural...

Green food...

Very green, green soup, green pods, green paste...

All of these are the portions in a few large wooden bowls that are very shallow.

Three wooden bowls were placed in front of the four men, and the middle-aged woman served each of them a bowl of soup, a bowl of bean pods, and a bowl of paste.

It is obvious that the distribution method of middle-aged women is not equally distributed. The bowl in front of their father and Idra is the most full, and the bowl in front of Grace is a little shallower. By the time "Los" Wu Qingchen, the three small bowls were only half served.

After four of these portions, only the shallow layer of the three large wooden bowls were left. The middle-aged woman skillfully raised the large bowl slightly, scraped it with a wooden spoon, put the last bit of green food inside into two small bowls, handed out one for the little girl who had been standing next to swallow, took away the remaining one herself, and sat down on the wooden stake next to the "kitchen".

Then... it's time to eat?

Listening to his father and two brothers grab the wooden spoon and eat it all over, Wu Qingchen couldn't get a little appetite.

The three things in the bowl were first asked Wu Qingchen to find the prototype for the scene where the wizard refined poison in the cartoon.

Moreover, even if you haven’t watched a cartoon... such a bastard... can be considered a link in the food chain?

Gugugu...Reality is not controlled by Wu Qingchen's will, and not eating is obviously in line with the scientific development laws of the medieval world.

After five hours of hard work, Wu Qingchen's stomach had already begun.

Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, Wu Qingchen helped to pick up the green soup bowl in front of him.

Ten minutes later, Wu Qingchen finished the dinner with her eyes rolling down.

The meal process is really unforgettable.

The taste of dinner is indescribable.

In short, the first second after putting down the wooden bowl, Wu Qingchen decided not to recall the taste of dinner. Wu Qingchen even believed that even for those who drink Chinese medicine more than a dozen times a day, eating these green foods would definitely be an extremely inhuman torture.

What's even more terrifying is that such food... no, the others in the house were eating such poison with relish, and the little girl even licked her lips, looking unsatisfied.

Wu Qingchen had to suspect that either the things in his bowl were particularly different, or that he and the others in the house were not the same creature at all.

The middle-aged woman took away the last wooden bowl that Wu Qingchen put down and the dinner ended.

"Los, Delas, Irene went there..."

My father suddenly turned around and spit out a string of syllables at Wu Qingchen. Wu Qingchen's mind was spinning rapidly, quickly recalling the key points of analysis explained by linguists, psychologists, and behaviorists. He quickly guessed that this sentence was either asking how he was eating or how he was in his throat.

Wu Qingchen inadvertently touched his throat, nodded slightly, muttered vaguely, and answered both guesses at the same time.

The father nodded, said another word, stood up and walked deep into the room, and the two brothers also stood up at the same time, walking behind his father.

What is this for?

Wu Qingchen quickly followed.

Walking to the corner of the wall and standing in front of the stacked tools, my father stopped, pointed to the long farm tools, the hook-shaped farm tools, a wooden barrel, said a few words to Idra, then pointed to a hand rake, a wooden shovel, and two wooden sticks, and said a few words to Grace and Wu Qingchen.

This is... a live 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 had only this activity after dinner on weekdays, inevitably developed associations.

Of course, there were no Internet cafes in the Middle Ages, and my father had no idea of ​​playing games. After explaining to his three sons, the father walked out of the corner and walked to the bed near the left-bearing logs and lay on...

After nodding, Idra and Grace also walked out of the corner and walked to another bed and lay down...

I'm going to sleep now? It's only 7 o'clock at most now?

Wu Qingchen understood that there was no entertainment at night in the Middle Ages. After working for a day, his father and two brothers were very tired.

But it's still a bit exaggerated to sleep after eating.

Wu Qingchen looked around. His father and brother had already started to sleep. The middle-aged woman was still packing the tableware. The little girl in her teenage years old was helping. Two children who didn't know if they could learn to speak were rolling around on the bed. The hens, goats, and cows were unwilling to be lonely and shouted twice from time to time.

Looking outside the door, the sun had already set, and there was no light outside.

What can you do?

There was no choice but to observe the distribution of the bed position. Wu Qingchen walked to Grace and lay on the bed.

----

Five hours later in the Middle Ages and ten minutes later on Earth.

Next to the room where Wu Qingchen was resting.

There were dozens of medical observation instruments and display screens densely beside the wall, and their terminal sensors were directly connected to the room next door, under the bed where Wu Qingchen was lying.

These instruments and display screens are all turned on, and they are flashing in turn. The data marked on it with Wu Qingchen's various body parameters fluctuated slightly.

Next to each instrument were three doctors in white coats. Every half minute or so, one of the three doctors in each group would press the phone with their right hand tightly to send out notices such as "Everything is normal" or "There is a change in blood pressure, please pay attention to it."

In front of these densely packed instruments, next to a three-meter-long metal platform, more than a dozen other doctors gathered together had just finished another discussion.

"That's all right?"

Professor Zhang, who was presiding over the meeting, looked around again, and the doctors who were swept by his eyes nodded in cooperation.

"Okay, last confirmation..."
To be continued...