"Pastor, I want to ask you to teach me how to heal the cow..."

Even if a thunderbolt suddenly rushed in at the entrance of the church, or if Little Los wanted to borrow a plowing ox and avoid the Xia dynasty, it would not shock Praia even more.

Heal the wounds of the cow...heal the wounds of the cow...

"Heal the cow!"

The pastor couldn't help but widened his eyes and said for a long time: "...Little Loss, what are you thinking? Heal the cow? I'm healing the cow? Did the pastor healing the cow?"

"But..." Little Los asked timidly: "Usually, the villagers are sick, so I ask you to treat..."

"That's a human!" Playa raised his voice rare, "Can it be the same for regulating people and cows?"

"This...this..." Little Loss raised his head carefully, "...it should be the same, right? They are all injured, bleeding, and unable to move..."

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

The pastor laughed and took a deep breath: "...does it look the same? Yes, they are all injured, bleeding, unable to move... But... but... but... all injured, bleeding... they are all injured... they are all injured..."

Suddenly, Playa's heart moved, his face slightly condensed, "...Andre, go to my room and bring the third parchment roll in the box..."

Praia, who was concentrating on thinking, did not pay attention. As soon as Andre turned around, Little Los immediately clenched his fist deeply.

Little Andre walked out of the side door and soon returned to the forum, with a handful of pampering rolls between his hands.

It is obvious that this handful of storage was very careful.----just look at the thick dust on the surface and the tightly pressed roll pages, anyone will immediately understand that this thing probably hasn't seen the sunshine in two or three years.

"Cough..." After taking the parchment roll, Playa shook away the dust without any trace and quickly opened the first page.

At the same time, Xiao Luos, or Wu Qingchen, immediately adjusted his standing position without any trace, which facilitated the shooting of the earth and also facilitated his own viewing.

The Middle Ages has lived in the Middle Ages for nearly one month. So far, Wu Qingchen has mastered the language and oral communication of the Middle Ages for language and oral communication, and Wu Qingchen is almost blank in writing.

However, this did not affect Wu Qingchen watching the pampering scroll slowly opened by the pastor at this time.

Because the sheepskin rolls are painted with patterns.

The simplest and simplest patterns, the characters are seriously distorted, and the objects are seriously abstract, and there are almost no painting skills.

Focusing on the parchment, Wu Qingchen's brain was running at a high speed, mobilizing all brain cells that could be linked to "thoughts", "associations" and "guesses", and "conjectures". He looked, thoughts, guesses and confusion, and tried his best to "watch" these patterns like catching ghosts in the house.

Through the communication with the pastor just now, or through the guidance of the pastor just now, Wu Qingchen could confirm that the parchment scroll in front of him must be a medical book from the Middle World Church.

It was probably because of a strange reason that the pastor turned the pages very slowly. He stood beside him and stared at the drawings attached to the parchment. Wu Qingchen's mouth couldn't help but open his mouth slowly, and he was amazed in his heart.

Oh my God! The medieval world is indeed unpredictable, even medicine can do this...

Wu Qingchen tried his best to open his eyes wide. He could not express the amazing degree of his vision.

In the parchment in front of me, there are vague and distorted abstract patterns, but they are real and clearly drawn out the medical classification of the medieval world:

Drops, vomiting, coma, lying on the bed, rolling...

Wu Qingchen had to admit that this level of divine books lie on the bottom of the box for three years, and the master has given Akerli a great fortune.

Slowly turning over pages of books, Playa finally stopped moving. On the right side of the spread-out parchment, Wu Qingchen saw a simple pattern of bleeding characters.

"Yeah...it's here..." Nodded, Playa smoothed the book and read the text on the page carefully.

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

"...Lose, no, although they are injured, bleeding, and unable to move... But treating people and cattle is very different..."

Speaking of this, Playa shook her head: "...and...even if it is the same... I'm afraid you won't learn it. The method is difficult, and the most important one is missing..."

"Pastor..." Wu Qingchen raised his head slightly, clenched his fists slightly, and posed for half an hour of training.

"Oh..." The training effect was significant. The pastor sighed softly and said warmly: "It's not that I don't want to teach you, but... Little Loss, I'll read it to you and you will understand..."

"... The wounded and bleeding lamb will remove the sin of the soul and the rotten flesh of the sin..."

"... The wounded and bleeding lamb will remove his bad reputation, repent of his past sins, and release his dirty black blood..."

"... The wounded and bleeding lamb should repent of the sins of the past, and burn with boiling water to cleanse the world's souls..."

"... The wounded and bleeding lamb must be close to the glory of the Lord, praise the Lord's gifts, and be grateful for the herbs created by the Lord..."

"Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Wu Qingchen nodded vigorously, "I have to repent, praise, and be grateful... and, I have to remove the rotten flesh, put away the black blood, cleanse the soul, and thank the herbs!"

"Yes! The injured cow, how can you repent, praise, and be grateful?"

"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 also loves the master..."

"Ahem...of course...of course..."

Playa nodded quickly, "...I mean, of course, the cows also love the master... But, they still need to remove the rotten flesh of sin, put away the dirty black blood, boiling water to wash the world's soul, and the most important medicines created by the master..."

Wu Qingchen showed a doubtful expression: "...But, the cow did not grow rotten meat, and red blood flowed out, and boiling water was easy to cook... As for the herbs..."

"Children...herbs are very expensive and need to be purchased in the parish. Moreover, I have never heard of herbs for treating cows..."

“Medical Herbs…”

Wu Qingchen narrowed his eyebrows deeply, "...herbs...herbs...pastors, what are herbs?"

"Is herb? It's the herb that treats wounds... specifically... Some look like grass, some look like leaves..."

"Healing wounds... healing wounds... like grass... like leaves... priest, do you mean, like wild beasts in the forest are injured and often chew grass and leaves? When I was very young, I saw them licking..."

"Huh!"

Playa suddenly raised her head, froze at the center, and thought quickly.

After a while, Playa lowered her head and looked at the look of hope and worry on Wu Qingchen's face in front of her. The priest nodded extremely slowly: "Yes, this is the herb, Loss, you are a very smart child..."

"You might really try this method..."

"Thank you, Pastor!"

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

"Well...you go find the herbs, find them and show me..." Playa waved his hand gently.

Little Loss's brisk figure had already left the church. Next to the altar, Playa, who was deeply frowning, remained motionless and was deeply focused.

Maybe… can we really find herbs in the forest?

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

Maybe... this method can really cure oxen?

Maybe…it doesn’t cost any extra money to truly become a pastor?

Standing next to the altar, Playa was full of thoughts and herbs, thinking about the forest herbs, the cow's injuries, and the parish deacon, and the mind was completely uneasy, and she always felt that this matter was far from over.

However, no matter how you imagine, even the deepest part of the priest's subconscious mind never had any doubts about Los Little.

This is normal. In the church, Wu Qingchen only said a dozen words to Playa, which only took more than ten minutes; at the Earth Base, Wu Qingchen and hundreds of coaches practiced dozens of plans, which took four hours.

It can be said that on this day, whether Wu Qingchen was trying hard to create sludge marks, stopped outside the church door to clean in the rain, or stood close to the altar and told his family's experience calmly and calmly...

Almost every sentence, every action, and every expression are the best solutions for the hard work of millions of staff, and they are all aimed at Playa's basic personality, living environment, thinking methods, and reaction models after detailed analysis and careful deduction.

The overall plan is linked one by one, and all key nodes are guided to the pastor to propose it independently, and completely eliminate Wu Qingchen's abnormal suspicion.

Millions vs one person.

There was no sense of the confrontation, and the priest was defeated.

Forty-four plowing ox (Part 2)

“When…when…when…when….”

A faint bell sound came from the direction of the village.

"Father..." Idra turned around again.

"I know...I know..."

Holding down the back that was already numb enough to feel the pain, Old William stood up with difficulty, "Oh, it's the second time the bell is ringing..."

Old William's voice was very low. While speaking, he slowly turned his head and neck. Looking at the land that had not been able to complete the plowing, his tired eyes showed indescribable worry.

"Or...we...we...we...work for a while?"

In front of the plow cart, Idra, who was muddy all over the car, sniffing heavily, breathing heavily, his voice intermittently, and could hardly hear clearly, but his face was full of anxiety, his arms began to tremble again, obviously re-infused his last strength and was ready to continue working at any time.

"Do it for a while..." Shaking his head, Old William looked at Fendi, and then looked at the other side of Fendi that had become a moving plow truck, and two staggering figures next to the plow truck, almost directly attached to the muddy water surface.

"Oh..." sighed deeply, and Old William put down the crossbar and pulled Idra up, "Go back, go back."

The second round of bells was over. I lifted the plow cart and stepped onto the village path. The tired William family walked in a hurry, and from time to time I met the same tired and hurried villagers.

"William...William..."

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

The four turned around, and on the path, Richard and Old Hot jogged over while waving.

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

"William..." Running to the corner, Hort was panting, "...Flowing...Filling...Filling...How is it like in the morning?"
To be continued...