Pastor Praia naturally would not know that in just a moment, he became the object of the millions of men.

After pointing out the mistake of Wu Qingchen's chanting the Holy Word, Playa smiled several times, then took a breath before continuing to speak: "Come on, Little Los, read it with me, the road that the saint walked is full of thorns and flames are burning."

"The road that the saints walked was full of thorns and flames were burning."

"very good."

After carefully observing the situation of the holy word that Little Los read, the smile on Playa's face became a little thicker. The little guy is indeed very smart. More importantly, he doesn't need to spend more energy. The little guy's tone and posture are already very standard.

Thinking of this, Playa turned around and under the altar, Little Andre sat honestly at a long table, looking through the parchment book carefully.

Turning around, Little Losian stood quietly on the side of the doorpost, stroked his right hand and looked straight at the stones on the ground.

This is piety...

This is the result...

Maybe……

Maybe... after a while, the extra cost paid by his family seems to be a little less?

A little bit of thought came to Pastor Praia, so he looked at Andre, and then looked at Little Loss. Pastor Praia suddenly asked, "Little Loss, the morning prayer these days has ended. I see that you have to stand in the church for a while, as if you are listening to Andre reciting the divine scriptures?"

"Yes, priest."

"Can you understand?"

“Most of it can be understood.”

"oh?"

Most of it can be understood, and this answer was once again beyond Playa's expectations.

The divine book is the most important text of the church and is the content that every clergy must firmly grasp. Considering the dissemination and teaching, most of the words in the divine book are pronounced quite close to the accent of the church center, and a certain rhythm is arranged according to certain rules to facilitate memory. Therefore, whether it is the divine book recited by Andre, Playa, or other clergy, it is definitely a huge difference from the accent of the small village of Akeli.

Under such circumstances, Ross could understand most of the time. Playa had to be surprised again, and blurted out the next question: "Really? Can you understand?"

"Yes, priest."

Of course, I can understand that hundreds of thousands of linguists, cryptographers, and sociologists work together, referring to the sermons that are thirty minutes before the sacred meal, and with a large amount of rich recitation materials, let alone religious classics with a little accent, even if they are replaced with the language series of another country in the Middle Ages can be completely deciphered.

What's more, what Wu Qingchen needs to master is the simplest and most basic introductory content taught to Andre by the pastor. These contents took about two hours for Wu Qingchen during the second training.

However, even these introductory contents are not an easy task for a native priest who has not had the chance to meet a hundred thousand people in his life, and who had suffered for half a month to understand the divine scriptures at that time, it was not a simple matter to understand most of them in a few days.

The next question is natural: "Do you remember what you understand?"

“Some can be remembered.”

"Some can be remembered..." Playa took two steps back and forth, and when she turned around, she spit out half of the holy words: "Wrath kills fools, what is the next sentence?"

"Jealousy kills obsession."

"Not bad!" Playa nodded: "Don't follow the evil plan, and do not stand on the sinner's path, what is afterward?"

"Don't sit in the seat of a despicable man." After reciting the holy words, Wu Qingchen's emphasis immediately turned into a low and gentle state.

"It seems that I have remembered a lot... Although there are few righteous people, what about?"

"It is better than the surplus of many evil people."

"The mouth of the righteous talks about wisdom..."

"His tongue speaks fair."

"People are in honor, but do not wake up..."

"Just like a dead animal."

"Do you should seek justice for the poor and the orphans..."

"Sorry, priest, I don't know this."

"Haha..." Playa smiled, not saying anything: "The next sentence is that the poor and poor perform justice. Continue, fools love fools..."

“The slander likes to slander.”

“…”

During the Q&A, in just one or two minutes, Playa and Wu Qingchen had already collaborated to recite more than a dozen divine sacred words.

After a few sentences, Praia's surprise became heavier and heavier: When Little Los answered himself, the connection was always smooth and his expression was always very calm. It was obvious that the memory was very solid, as if memorizing these holy words was just a very simple thing.

Whether these holy words are really simple, Playa just needs to think about the hardships they suffered when they were remembering back then. Moreover, even if there is no previous experience, you just need to look back and see that little Andre is still sitting in front of the wooden table, gritting his teeth and trying hard to recite the three-page divine scripture that he has been studying for several days.

At the same time, Wu Qingchen, who answered more than a dozen holy words, was also more and more amazed:

The officers in the Staff Office were indeed all roundworms in the priest’s belly!

Just based on dozens of data, these officers were able to infer that after several good things about Lei Feng attracted attention, the greatest possibility of the pastor's next move was to talk to himself about the divine decree.

Unexpectedly, these guys carefully selected and spent half an hour to master it, and repeatedly explained that they had to review and consolidate the twenty holy words they had to go into the medieval world when they had time. Most of them were the contents that the pastor had just asked him.

At the same time, Wu Qingchen was silently amazed, and the person in charge of the selection of the Holy Word was blaming himself: more than 6,500 staff members from the three military regions, accompanied by nearly a thousand experts of various types, concentrated so much manpower, and the subjects analyzed did not have any anti-reconnaissance consciousness. The tone and expression of the subject's preaching and recitation were clearly placed in front of him. The fluency of the quotation of the Holy Word was clear at a glance. With more than ten hours of sufficient deduction and analysis, the final result was that three were missing, which was completely shameless!

That's right, the response to the holy words that surprised Pastor Praia, Wu Qingchen had three answers: "I'm sorry, Pastor, I don't know this."

"It's okay." When he heard "I don't know" for the third time, Pastor Praia stopped asking questions, stood there, frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about the problem. After a while, the Pastor re-talks, still frowned when he spoke: "Little Loss, you are a very smart child. Since you are willing to approach the glory of the Lord, when you pray later, you should stand closer and hear every word of the prophet."

There was some dissatisfaction in the pastor's tone, but countless staff members cheered at the same time, asking Wu Qingchen to stand closer when he was praying in the morning, which meant that Wu Qingchen was a little closer to the master's glory, and also mean that Wu Qingchen was a little closer to the position in the pastor's heart.

Most importantly, it also means that the staff's plan for Wu Qingchen's rising status was indeed effective and achieved the first important results.

"Yes, the priest." Wu Qingchen answered honestly, staring at his toes.

After leaving the church, Wu Qingchen was in a hurry.

Speaking of which, Wu Qingchen's few things to learn from Lei Feng in the past few days are not simply "attracting the attention of the pastor and showing piety". They are the result of careful choices by the earth's staff, and have undergone comprehensive considerations in many aspects.

Burning away thorns and improving the way of strapping grass not only helps neighbors, but also reduces Wu Qingchen's own labor intensity. He repairs several small sections of road surfaces, strengthens and stabilizes the wooden bridges, and cuts off the branches and vines on the edge of the trail. In addition to facilitating villagers, it also increases Wu Qingchen's own walking speed and saves a lot of time to travel.

Through these details, although Wu Qingchen spent dozens of minutes to go back and forth in the church every day, the work in the farmland was basically not lost, and the fatigue of labor did not increase significantly.

About twenty minutes later, Wu Qingchen walked to the east of the village, where there were two pieces of land at home. Old William and his two brothers had already stood in the ground. Wu Qingchen's small figure gradually approached. Old William nodded, Idra patted Wu Qingchen's shoulder, and Grace handed over the tools he brought by the way.

Walking into the farmland and standing at the work area left to him by his father and brother, Wu Qingchen first put the tools aside, shook his head, waved his hands, and warmed up without a trace according to the comprehensive design of the doctor, farm work veteran, and physical coach. Half a minute later, Wu Qingchen silently picked up the wooden pick, raised his legs, bent down to take a step, loosened the soil, and quickly, along Wu Qingchen's face, sweat beads hit the deep soil and fell into several petals.

From the edge of the forest, the sun slowly rose to the sky in the farmland. When Wu Qingchen's hands were sore and his legs began to shake slightly, Old William looked up at the sky, looked at the position of the sun, then coughed habitually, called his three sons to pack up their tools, and embarked on the path home.

The morning's work has been done.

After climbing over several rolling hills and turning along the path along the mountain, the outline of the village appeared in front of the few people. They walked to a stream. The old William and Idra, who were leading the way, walked across the wooden bridge. Wu Qingchen stopped: "Father, you go back first, I will wash my hands and come back later."

"Okay, you'll be earlier. Don't delay your meals. There's still a lot of work in the afternoon."

Old William, who was walking in the front, nodded.

"Wash the clothes", "wash the face", "wash the dishes", "wash the body". Recently, Little Loss loves to use the word "wash" more and more, and he has dealt with water more and more. However, Little Loss is becoming more and more skilled in farm work, and the sweat he has paid for his family is becoming more and more substantial.

For families in agricultural society, these two prerequisites are used to take some time to go back and forth in the church and spend some time cleaning themselves. It is completely irrelevant and inconspicuous trivial matter.

It is easy to understand that the medieval world is extremely low in productivity, and the meaning of survival and life can be directly equated. The huge pressure of survival makes all activities of natives like William point to food, and the final direction of all eyes and ideas is to fill their stomachs.

Therefore, the old William did not pay attention to Wu Qingchen's behavior of "washing hands", "washing clothes" and so on, and could not delay farm work, nor could he create food, which made the staff team work hard to make up, repeatedly conduct dialectical research, and swear to ensure that countless explanations, reasons, and excuses are all meaningless.

"Lose, I'll help you with a pickaxe."

"Okay, Grace." Wu Qingchen turned his head and smiled at Grace who was walking at the end with him, and handed the wooden pick to Grace's right hand out: "Thank you."

"No need...thank you." Grace also smiled, feeling that he still didn't say "thank you" the word that little Los learned from the pastor.

Walking along the gentle slope beside the bridge to the stream, Wu Qingchen lifted up his sleeves, washed away the mud covered with his hands, and stared at his father and two brothers.

When the three of them disappeared at another corner, Wu Qingchen quickly stood up, glanced around the deserted surroundings, then half bent down and walked upstream along the ridges by the stream.
Chapter completed!