Three days later.

The Middle Ages World February 1, 0001 at 7:21 am.

It was a cloudy day, the sky was a little dark, the morning dew had not yet dissipated, and the breeze brought coolness.

This is a rare time to be comfortable in summer. However, at such a pleasant moment, squatting beside two bushes beside the hillside, Wu Qingchen raised his right hand and wiped the sweat beads condensed from his forehead.

"Los..." A few steps away, a young man in his early twenties poked out next to a large leaf.

"What's wrong?" Wu Qingchen turned around.

"Los..." The young man's forehead was also slightly sweating. Seeing Wu Qingchen turning around, the young man waved several light green seedlings that he grabbed with his right hand: "...I remember you seemed to say that this kind of thing is necessary, right?"

"Let me see..." Wu Qingchen walked over, took the little seedlings and looked carefully, and quickly shook his head: "Yes, I want this kind of little seedlings... But these few are not..."

"Why? I've dug it very carefully..." The young man hurried over and checked it quickly: "Look, here, here, here, the grassroots are still there, the leaves are not broken, there is also a little soil here, and here is still..."

"I know, I know... all these are correct. You dug them very carefully..." Wu Qingchen nodded repeatedly, and pointed to the top of the seedlings: "However, these seedlings are not good for these reasons... When making medicine, this seedlings does not use their roots or leaves, but ask for their flowers... These are not yet blooming..."

"...Is this...Is this...Is this...Is this?...I think about it..." The young man raised his head and recalled, and soon looked a little annoyed, and at the same time he threw away the remaining seedlings in his hand: "Oh, I remembered it, you did tell me... It's true, why did I forget it again..."

"If you forget, forget it. It's okay. Anyway, these seedlings are everywhere, so there is nothing to do..."

While speaking, Wu Qingchen had already squatted down again. When he was standing up soon, Wu Qingchen had a few more seedlings in his hand that were almost exactly the same as the young man obtained, except that a few more herbs of small blue flowers were added at the top of their forks: "Look, there are a lot of them here..."

"Okay..." Seeing that the young man also squatted down, Shuo Xun's eyes began to scan around, and his right hand quickly grabbed a seedling. Wu Qingchen quickly waved his hand, "Okay, you don't have to look for it. There are not many such things to ask for, a few are enough."

"Oh..." the young man stopped: "If this happens, what else do you need now?"

"Now..." Hearing this question, Wu Qingchen couldn't help but look at his right side and put it casually in the wooden basket next to him. Now he has already loaded a small and a variety of plants. "Where is your basket? Let me show it..."

Soon, the two baskets were put together. Wu Qingchen put the young man's wooden basket in front of him. While rummaging carefully, he selected a few herbs from time to time and put them into his wooden basket. After a while, the plants in the young man's wooden basket had been flipped out, and Wu Qingchen's wooden basket was all filled.

"Now..." Wu Qingchen pondered for a moment, and finally quickly checked: "Now... it seems that it's almost done..."

"That's right, it's almost done, it's still a few things. There are places to go to the west of the village to find stones and water plants at noon... It's really not possible. It's time to dig again when you go back in the afternoon... Okay, let's do it now!" After looking at the sky, Wu Qingchen picked up the full wooden basket and stood up: "It's still late, there's still a lot of things today, let's go first..."

"Go away?" patted his hands, and the young man stood up, noticing that Wu Qingchen's hands were full of wood blue. The young man quickly reached out: "Come on, Luos, I'll help you..."

"No, I'll do it myself."

"You have too many here, and the road is quite far. I'll mention it."

"It really doesn't need it, it just looks like a lot, but it's actually just a few small grasses, not heavy, I can raise them myself."

"Why is it not heavy... Let me do it. Master Vales asked me to come here to help you..."

"It really doesn't matter. The road ahead is very narrow, so it will be inconvenient for you to carry two... Moreover, these herbs need to be very careful, and it is more appropriate to take care of one person."

"If this is the case...then we change!"

"...Okay..." Wu Qingchen couldn't help but exchange the wooden basket, and he couldn't help laughing and crying: "Now, let's go quickly, Busse."

"Okay, Los." The young Busser, or the entourage of the farmer's entourage nodded vigorously and walked forward.

For three days, Wu Qingchen cured the cattle in the village every day.

The roads in the Middle Ages were quite poor, and sanitation... There was no such thing as sanitation at all. Most of these injured oxen with external wounds were not suitable for leaving the livestock shed or haystacks in wooden houses. So Wu Qingchen had to go out early in the morning every day, and the sun was about to set before returning home. After dinner, he went to further deal with the treated oxen, and was sent back to the wooden house by the grateful villagers in the middle of the night.

Because there are too many injured oxen in the village, even if Wu Qingchen doesn't need to light the ground and is busy day and night, at least half of the oxen in the village has not had time to receive real treatment. Wu Qingchen only distributed some simplest medicines to the heads of the family, and taught a little bit of the most basic care methods and the most simple measures to prevent inflammation.

Of course, these "simplest drugs", "most basic nursing methods", and "most simple measures to prevent inflammation" are all concepts relative to the earth. For the medieval world where medicine is almost completely non-existent, these "simplest", "most basic" and "most simple" have also greatly improved the injury of these injured oxen and greatly improved the recovery speed.

Such an effect should be said to be quite ideal. The large number of plowing oxen died and the possibility of a devastating blow in the village has completely disappeared. The prospect of a complete return to normal is just around the corner. The agricultural officials were already quite satisfied.

However, when the farming officer saw that the first night and the first day of the first day, a few of the plowing oxes treated by Wu Qingchen had completely recovered and had even started working in the fields, he was deeply shocked, and the farming officer found Wu Qingchen again.

After learning that Wu Qingchen had done his best and there was no possibility of further speeding up the progress, the farming officer immediately sent Busse, the servant next to Wu Qingchen to collect herbs, boil medicine, apply medicine, improve the environment of plowing cattle, and even eat, wash dishes, wash clothes, lay haystacks, etc., to provide all the help within his ability.

Wu Qingchen did not use the young Busser as he pleased.

When receiving training, the Earth Staff, Analysis and Coaching Team have repeatedly emphasized to Wu Qingchen that in the medieval world, at this stage, we must be as good as possible with every indigenous person, seize every opportunity to increase the indigenous person's favor for themselves and establish a good image.

The purpose of this aspect is not difficult for the staff, analysis and coaching team.

After living in an environment where everyone is equal and at least everyone is equal for verbal use for more than twenty years, when Wu Qingchen and Basse were together, his tone naturally showed kindness.

In a society with developed information and frequent exchanges, Wu Qingchen has communication skills that are far superior to the natives. When Busse picked the wrong herbs, Wu Qingchen would say that the seedlings were everywhere, and he did not point out that he had reminded Busse. When Busse was fighting to carry wooden baskets, Wu Qingchen would say that the road was very narrow and it was inconvenient to carry two blue balls, and he did not point out that Busse did not have the ability to take good care of herbs.

Wait and wait...

The originally expected choreography is so easy and getting along like this. When I follow the farming officer on weekdays, I always fear that any mistakes will happen, and I will naturally be like a spring breeze.

Fifty-five battle (Part 2)

The collection of herbs was basically over. I carefully protected the wooden basket. Following the winding hilly path, Wu Qingchen and Bushi crossed several hills and gradually approached the area where the villagers lived.

The two quickly approached another corner. This was a fork formed by a hillside. Both sides of the fork led to the west of the village. After passing this hillside, there were wooden houses of several villagers in front. When they walked here, Wu Qingchen and Bashi's steps suddenly slowed down a little at the same time.

"I'll go and have a look first?" Turning back, Busser showed a look of inquiry.

"Okay, go and have a look..." Wu Qingchen nodded, and when he saw Busse stepping, he added with a little concern: "...Be careful, don't be seen."

"I know..." As he said, Busser put down the wooden basket, walked to the corner with a light hand, carefully poked his head out, glanced at it quickly, and quickly shrank back.

"How is it?" Wu Qingchen's voice was filled with hope.

"No, not here."

Busse shook his head, and quickly walked to another intersection with his hands and feet. He repeated the movement of carefully protruding his head and quickly shrank his head. Before Wu Qingchen asked, Busse had already shook his head again: "No, it's not possible here either."

"It's not OK again?...Okay, okay, I knew it would be like this... Since it doesn't work, just go here, at least closer to this side...ah..."

Wu Qingchen sighed and looked at the intersection leading to both sides. His steps were a little heavy, and he walked to the left with a sad face.

Pushing away the branches that reached the edge of the road and bypassing the bushes that grew wildly after the rain, Wu Qingchen turned around the corner and threw the hillside that blocked his sight behind him. In front of him, there were a rolling hillside, two winding streams, several muddy fields, and several short and simple wooden houses...

And the dozen peasant women and children who were standing in front of the open space of these wooden houses and staring at the corner of the fork in the road. The moment Wu Qingchen appeared, he immediately turned around, rushed out, or jumped up high.

At the same time, Wu Qingchen's two ears immediately received a series of shouts.

"Los! Here! Look here! Come here, boil hot water in the pot, hay is laid in the shed, rags are torn in the house, everything is ready, just wait for you to come, this time it will definitely be soon, and you will never spend any more time!"

"Los! Los! Are you tired in the field? Come to Aunt Akara's house, and Aunt has prepared peas and lettuce for you, it's hot! They are all picked just in the morning, add salt and add oil!"

"Lose! You happened to come and have something to come to you! Come here, come and have a seat! Last night, when your uncle Avlia came home, he picked up two small shovels. I don't know whose house it belonged to. No one asked him everywhere... Look, this is it, how about it? It's very useful? Come here quickly, there is another one in the house. I heard that your father and brothers are opening new wasteland these two days. This must be useful. Take it home!"

"Here, come! Brother Los is here! Mother, come out quickly, come out quickly! Brother Los is here!"

Amid the loud shouts, more than a dozen figures rushed towards Wu Qingchen. These peasant women took extremely agile steps, running and jumping, rushing and colliding, and quickly squeezed to Wu Qingchen. More than a dozen were full of enthusiasm and sincere smiles, and more than a dozen were quickly opened and closed, and their tongues were bright and the lotus mouths made a series of most enthusiastic invitations.

Surrounded by such enthusiastic and sincere aunts and sisters-in-law, facing such a passionate and sincere invitation...

Wu Qingchen's face was frowning, and his tangled expression touched his muscles. Wu Qingchen's brows frowned into tree bark and his face frowned into bitter gourd.

"Aunt Mary, stop pulling me, please don't pull me... It's useless for you to pull me. Really, I've seen your ox three times! I swear to you that your baby can't eat grass, it's definitely not because of the injury... No matter whose ox is replaced by, feeding grass five times a day, it will definitely become exactly the same as your ox... You have fed too much! Also, there are too many foods you have prepared! I can't finish it in three days and three nights! And we've all eaten it! Please let me go!"

"Grandma Zenia, don't squeeze me anymore, don't squeeze me anymore. Look, I've stepped into the field. You definitely don't want Uncle Jamie to be angry, right?... Yes... Yes, I know you didn't mean it... No, no, I'm absolutely not angry!... This is definitely not the reason... I know you have a shed, you boiled hot water and tore up the rag... Yes, yes, I know you're ready for everything, how could I forget? You've told me thirteen times since the day before yesterday!"

"Ah... Aunt Memi, don't... don't grab the basket... No, don't stuff it into my hand... and don't put the wooden shovel in the basket, don't press the herbs... Yes, yes, yes, it was picked by Uncle Avilia, definitely Uncle Avilia when he returned home..."

"Yes, yes, it's so coincidental, how could it be a coincidence? Although I haven't been to your wooden house several times, I can be sure that when I pick these two small wooden shovels, I have to open the small box that Uncle Avilia loves the most, turn out a lot of clothes, and remove two wooden boards, so that I can pick up the two little babies in your hand from the bottom of the box!"

"Cass, Cass, Creo, Edmund, don't yell! Let aunts finish the grass! The sun is about to pass, and if you don't finish it, you will have nothing to eat in winter!"

"Okay, okay, aunts, aunts, grandmas, let me go. I have already treated the oxen in your house and have seen it two or three times. It's nothing. As long as they have a good rest, they will be able to go to the fields to work in two or three days... Let me go, there are still more than twenty oxen oxen waiting for me in the village..."

"Don't chase me, everyone, go home quickly, don't chase me, look, look over there... The aunts living in Asitakio are here too, let me go, otherwise I really won't be able to leave, and then I will have less time to see you plowing ox!"

In this way, after working hard to get rid of a large group of peasant women and children, Wu Qingchen and Bushi fled in panic and ran very fast.

This is the scene that Wu Qingchen must experience every time he passes by the village in the past three days...

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For Wu Qingchen, the road through the residential area of ​​Akerli's village has suddenly changed since he started to treat the injured oxen in the village, and it has instantly become a bumpy road full of difficulties and obstacles.

There is no way. There are too many plowing oxen injured in the village, with more than 40. Wu Qingchen has tried his best to improve the speed of treatment. At present, only half of the plowing oxen in the village has been treated.

Wu Qingchen had only one person and had not learned the spell of clone for the time being. The treatment inevitably led to a distinction. Everyone hoped to treat the plowing ox at home first, so that it could recover at the fastest speed, and return to the ground at the fastest speed, avoiding the losses of the family as much as possible.

Wu Qingchen could not satisfy these seventy families who used alone or shared oxen, and hundreds of people who were exactly the same "most priority" wish. The order of treatment can only be determined based on the severity of the injuries of these oxen, the rush of injuries, the location of their lives, the family they affected, and other factors.

Almost all of these unheard factors are unheard of, and most of the indigenous people cannot understand it. The scene that just happened is inevitable, and it happens again and again.

Along the way, no matter whether the ox at home has been initially treated, the ox at home has been followed up for the first time, the ox at home has been basically cured, or the ox at home has been leaping into the fields and jumping around, almost every household, the women and children who stay at home will quickly run to Wu Qingchen, begging, complaining, preparing for it on their own, or bribing clumsy and ridiculously, trying every means to try to make Wu Qingchen see more injured ox at home.

This is true for these families whose oxen have begun treatment. As for the oxen before they have time to receive the first treatment, they have only received some of the simplest herbs, filled with confusing care and disinfection methods, and watching other families recover quickly, chasing or arresting Wu Qingchen.

The staff team must have deduced this situation, why don’t you let the coach team teach me some way to escape?

After struggling to break through again and again, he fled again and again. Wu Qingchen, the mouse crossing the street, was exhausted and miserable.

Fortunately, the natives in the Middle Ages were just ignorant, not stupid. When they chased and intercepted Wu Qingchen one by one, they were always very careful not to let their enthusiasm hurt Wu Qingchen. When fighting for Wu Qingchen, although they occasionally had quarrels between each other, at most they just cursed for no pain and did not fight.

With these simple blessings, Wu Qingchen's treatment plan has been finally carried out step by step so far.

Until now...

"I'll just go!"

Looking at the empty stream, only the steep slopes, and two deep indented streams, Wu Qingchen was stunned and couldn't help but spit out Chinese.

Afar, four peasant women ran away carrying two damp logs.

What left quickly with this former bridge was running in the front, and Aunt Seraka shouted in a singular manner:

"Lose, we have prepared the food and prepared all the things you have used to treat cattle these days... By the way, when you just came here, Grandma Luni also brought someone to tear down the bridge on your way back. No matter what, if you don't treat cattle for our five families today, don't think about going home!"
Chapter completed!