Back to the real world, Wu Qingchen's rhythm instantly accelerated at least ten times.

Just as I opened my eyes in the morning, before I could get up from the bed, a soldier quickly brought in a basin of warm water and a toothbrush that had already squeezed toothpaste.

The time for brushing teeth was not wasted. The two doctors brought a lot of tools and carefully measured Wu Qingchen's blood pressure and heartbeat. Another soldier stood beside him and helped Wu Qingchen put on the clothes he had prepared as early as possible.

Put down the cup that rinsed his mouth and didn't waste a second. The soldier immediately led Wu Qingchen out of the room quickly, and a bus that had already started to ignite was parked steadily at the main entrance of the corridor.

The moment Wu Qingchen appeared at the door, the convoy in front of the bus immediately began to move forward slowly. When Wu Qingchen stepped onto the business car, the right distance to accelerate was already cleared in front.

Race against time.

The scene in front of him made Wu Qingchen involuntarily emerge in his heart.

Wu Qingchen's feeling is quite correct.

Regarding Wu Qingchen’s arrangement today, “ratio-to-second” is indeed a very important aspect of the guiding ideology.

However, unlike yesterday when the celestial events just happened, the hysteria and desperate urgency around the world, after a whole night of intense adjustments and today's plan, the reference factors have been much more comprehensive.

For example now.

As soon as he stepped onto the business car and had just sat firmly, the two middle-aged men who looked like officers left their seats, took out their tools and quickly set up a small table in front of Wu Qingchen, and put on a tray.

Immediately afterwards, porridge, fried dough sticks, bread, cake, crust eggs, pumpkin...

Bowls after bowls of exquisite food quickly appeared on the tray. Wu Qingchen's eyes turned, and when he noticed the last few servings of these foods, his eyes immediately glared.

Buns, soy milk, cold noodles, noodle soup, fish fillets...

Isn’t this the food I just told Ji Mingming?

How many minutes have passed?

At this moment, the two middle-aged officers happened to solemnly put on the last two ingredients: a small bottle of salt and a small bowl of oil.

Wu Qingchen was immediately dumbfounded.

"Ha..." A chuckle came from the seat in front, and Ji Mingming turned around: "What are you waiting for? Brother early in the morning, eat it quickly. This is a national breakfast."

The middle-aged officer standing on the left also nodded and reached out to signal to the discs on the tray: "Please, Mr. Wu."

Wu Qingchen touched a bun, and the middle-aged officer standing on the right picked up a few pages of the documents from the side: "Mr. Wu, take up your meal time. We have some questions about the medieval world that require your confirmation."

Another officer lit a display screen that had been arranged in front of Wu Qingchen's seat, and the display screen quickly lit up, and the wooden house where Wu Qingchen's family lived in the Middle Ages appeared on it.

"The first question..." The middle-aged officer on the left pointed to the bed placed in the wooden house with a small stick: "All the beds in the room are covered with hay, and the material of the bed cannot be seen in the image. However, according to the image analysis, Mr. Wu, you have many unnatural body turns when you are asleep. According to your personal appearance, is the bed under the hay smooth? How well is the processing level?"

Swallowing the soy milk in his mouth, Wu Qingchen recalled slightly: "The beds are made of wood, and they are not very flat. Some places feel a little bit sensible."

The middle-aged officer nodded, and there were some other instruments recorded in Dabali. Neither officer was wasted time recording Wu Qingchen's answer, but instead gently tapped the display screen, making it appear in the second picture.

"The second question." This time the picture is Wu Qingchen standing next to the stream about fifty meters away from the wooden house: "Mr. Wu, we noticed that from the second time, you have been washing clothes for a short time, and your hands try not to immerse yourself in the water. Is the water temperature of this stream very low?"

This problem made Wu Qingchen a little embarrassed, "No, the water temperature is normal, but the farm work is tiring, so I was a little lazy."

The middle-aged officer nodded without any special statement and continued to ask the third question: "This is the wooden bridge of the village. It consists of two logs. According to observation, whether Mr. Wu or other villagers pass by, they only step on the log on the left. What is the reason?"

"The other piece of wood is slippery and not very stable."

"This is the seventh field you work for. There is a cluster of thorns close to the field stems. Your family has worked in this field three times in total. During the second time, a family member was injured because of it, but he has not eliminated it. What is the special reason?"

"Yes, this kind of thorn root is very deep and grows very fast, so it is more difficult to remove it."

"Well..." The middle-aged officer turned the document in his hand and glanced at the tray in front of Wu Qingchen: "Do you want another soup bun?"

"Uh...no need, thank you."

"Okay, let's go on." The officer has turned the next page: "Next question..."

In this way, after eating portions of food and answering questions, Wu Qingchen's stomach gradually filled, and the documents in the middle-aged officer's hands were also turned over page by page. These questions were probably carefully screened. When Wu Qingchen felt that his stomach had almost filled it, the officer also happened to ask the last question.

Afterwards, the two officers returned to their seats, and the two old men with gray hair immediately walked over.

"Mr. Wu, good morning."

"Good morning..." The old man in front of him looked familiar, but Wu Qingchen suddenly forgot the specific title.

"We met last night." The old man didn't mind, "This is Professor Fang, a linguist, my surname is Zhao, who teaches psychology."

"Professor Fang, Professor Zhao, hello."

"We also have some questions about the language of the medieval world and hope to get your help." The two old men sat opposite each other and went straight to the topic: "In the medieval world, does the pronunciation of "Singhrat" have the meaning of sun, moon, and fire at the same time?"

"Yes." Wu Qingchen nodded, "but it also means "igniting" and "very late."

"The pronunciation of 'Lelasilde' is not..."

More than ten minutes later, the two old men also returned to their seats.

The seat opposite Wu Qingchen was not free because of this. It was quickly replaced by two scholars who studied trees. After more than ten minutes, they became two experts who studied domesticated animals, and then professors who were proficient in religion and history...

He answered one question after another almost without stopping, and a convoy of dozens of various cars was also driving rapidly on the closed roads throughout the road.

After about two hours, the convoy slowly stopped.

Where is this?

Looking through the window, the place where the convoy stopped, the blue sky, white clouds, rolling hills, green grasslands, gurgling streams, towering mountains.

It is full of spring outings everywhere.

The bus door was pushed open, revealing the figures of Li Ziping and Jiang Fengming.

Opposite Wu Qingchen, the two geologists who had just sat down and had only asked two or three questions immediately stopped asking questions and gave up their seats.

"Meet again, Mr. Wu." Jiang Fengming made a gesture of "Please get off the car". "I will be responsible for your training today. Do you have any questions?"

Are you? So polite?

"No problem." Wu Qingchen shook his head quickly.

"Okay, according to the questions you answered on the road just now, we have arranged today's training order. Please take a look at it and see if there are any areas that need to be supplemented or adjusted."

Refer to my opinion?

Wu Qingchen was simply flattered, so he quickly stretched out his hands and almost respectfully took two pages of the documents from Jiang Fengming.

The content printed on paper is quite professional, including material processing, civil engineering operations, fixed-point combustion, and long-distance transportation...

OK... It seems that I really just need to "read" it. It took a few seconds to "read it", and Wu Qingchen nodded helplessly: "No problem."

"It's okay..." Jiang Fengming took back the document and showed an understanding look: "You can also point out any comments and questions during the training process."

"Okay." Wu Qingchen nodded, stepped off the bus, sat for two hours, and answered countless questions. Wu Qingchen's steps were a little sloppy and he frowned slightly.

"You can relax..." Jiang Fengming observed and explained in time: "Considering the itinerary just now, we will start with a relatively simple project to facilitate your physical condition."

“The first item is material processing.”

Not far away, three obviously new rough wooden beds lined up in a row. The first one was covered with hay, and the other two were exposed directly.

So that's the case...

Wu Qingchen understood a little about the purpose of asking questions and answering questions in the bus.

A middle-aged man wearing glasses, a haggard face and a nervous expression was already waiting a few steps away from the bus.

Jiang Fengming raised his chin and signaled slightly. The middle-aged man immediately ran over quickly, while half-bending down skillfully and leaning forward.

"Okay..." Jiang Fengming directly ignored the middle-aged man's extremely enthusiastic hands: "Start, don't waste time."

The middle-aged man was obviously a little embarrassed, but he quickly laughed dryly, signaling Wu Qingchen to approach the wooden bed while starting to explain: "Sir, sleep is the most important rest for the human body. The beds here are simple in structure and simple in craftsmanship, which can easily affect the quality of sleep."

Walking to the first wooden bed, the middle-aged man pulled a few handfuls of hay to reveal the wooden boards underneath, "Sir, please take a look. Is this the sample you need to solve."

Wu Qingchen touched the uneven textures on the surface of the bed wooden board, and hesitated a little.

To smooth out the hay, the middle-aged man patted the bed: "Lying up and trying it."

I finally returned to Earth and had to sleep with such things. Fortunately, the bed here shouldn't have time to become a paradise for fleas and bed bugs...

The miserable Wu Qingchen climbed up the hay helplessly, flipped left and right and felt it, and nodded: "It's almost like that, it's great."

"There are many ways to solve this problem..." Wu Qingchen signaled to leave the bed. The middle-aged man pulled out the hay again, took out a small planer from the box in his hand, and attached it to the raised position of the wooden board. He moved it gently back and forth twice. A few more pieces of wood chips were added to the place where the small planer was attached, and the raised position disappeared without a trace.

"This is the easiest way." The middle-aged man put away his small plank, "But I heard that the tools you are going to are not fully equipped..."

While saying that, the middle-aged man walked to the second wooden bed, "We have another solution."

"The focus of the treatment is still the main factor affecting sleep..." He pointed to the raised position on the wooden board again, and the middle-aged man continued: "In fact, such a position does not have to be eliminated to solve it, for example..."

Picking up a handful of hay from the first wooden bed, the middle-aged man slowly spread them onto the wooden board, put them down, and carefully checked them, and carefully adjusted the position of several of them.

"Okay, sir, please feel it."

After touching the location where the hay was laid, Wu Qingchen was surprised to find that there was indeed no uneven feeling.

The middle-aged man forced a smile, "This is actually not complicated."

But it's not too simple.

Depending on the specific situation, by agglomerating, knotting, or winding, the unsmooth position of the wooden board can be cleverly hidden, so that the human body basically does not feel the influence of the material.

After some explanation from the middle-aged man, Wu Qingchen successfully used hay to solve two factors that affected sleep after more than ten minutes.
To be continued...