Kidnapping All Mankind

Be optimistic, be positive, be positive in everything, be positive, be positive, think good, good ...

After vigorously motivating himself with the way the psychological counselor taught during the night training, Wu Qingchen finally found a good aspect.

The advantage is that there is one less problem that I face—no need to bother to find my own room. In the Middle Ages, there is no such thing as a “room” at all.

"Anu, Rose, Link ..."

Wu Qingchen lowered her head. The little girl held the empty plate in one hand and shook Wu Qingchen's arm with one hand. There was no cause or effect. Wu Qingchen couldn't guess the meaning of the little girl and had to take a few steps back in the direction of the little girl's force .

About this was her request. Wu Qingchen let go of the blocked road, and the little girl walked out of the door with a plate.

It's definitely not appropriate to stand outside. It's not enough to block the house door. It seems that we must go in.

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

The room was filled with two contradictory smells of smoke and humidity. Fortunately, although the smell was equally unpleasant, it was not too stinky, much better than Wu Qingchen expected.

Stepping in a few steps, Wu Qingchen's eyes were much darker. The middle-aged woman who just greeted was tossing crops deep in the house. Two children who could not see their genders rolled around on the bed wrapped in rags. The father was sitting in a pitch dark On the tattered chair, the elder brother was sitting beside him, holding a wooden bowl and drinking water. The little girl who just went out did not know where to put a plate of beans and came in.

Look left and right, Wu Qingchen sat next to his elder brother, and also found a wooden bowl, filled a half glass of water, took a look at the color of the water, sniffed closely, and shook it to see a few blisters. .

Wu Qingchen fell back again.

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

These are not the points.

This is the uncooked stream.

Another major crisis in the Middle Ages.

Responsible for explaining this content was a second lieutenant named Zhou. Wu Qingchen was very impressed with him. There was no need to close his eyes. Wu Qingchen clearly showed that the second lieutenant covered his wounds and formed a ditch of hands. Ears also echoed Hong Liang's serious voice when explaining by Zhou Ensign:

"Drinking such water easily leads to colds, more susceptible to bacteria, diarrhea and dehydration. In the absence of medical conditions, this is a very troublesome disease. In severe cases, it can even lead to death."

But I'm thirsty.

Although very thirsty, Wu Qingchen neither drank raw water nor tried boiling water in a large pot in the "kitchen".

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

I want to come to the cauldron, but I don't have the qualifications to take it without permission.

Sitting on the chair with a dry mouth, Wu Qingchen was restless. Before long, the light in the room suddenly darkened again, and a tall figure got in.

"Idra, aunty."

"Aunty."

Who is this

Wu Qingchen looked up slightly, and the person who came in was tall and slightly black. His eyebrows and the "brother" and "father" were slightly similar. He held a long wooden tool in his hand and a wooden barrel hung on his right shoulder.

"Idra, Aya," this was a word the father said when the tall man came in.

Idela should be the name of the tall man, and "厶 丫 入" should mean "coming back." Is this also a member of his "family"? Another "brother"?

I have to say that in less than a day's work, Wu Qingchen is currently cautious and has noticed that the level of observation and color has been raised to a level that I could never even imagine.

Sure enough, Tall Idela got into the house, dropped the tools on his hand and the barrel on his shoulder, quickly walked to Wu Qingchen and sat down. He also patted Wu Qingchen's shoulder and said something.

This sentence was more complicated, and Wu Qingchen couldn't understand it, so he mumbled a few vague syllables in response. Idela seemed to have some doubts. Fortunately, his father pointed at Wu Qingchen's throat instead of explaining a sentence.

Around the dark wooden table, Wu Qingchen was sitting side by side with the three men. They could see that they were tired from work and had no spirit. The three rarely spoke and did not have much movement, only occasionally drinking water silently.

After a while tossing the crops, the middle-aged woman went to the "kitchen" to work with a teenage girl, and a few large wooden bowls were quickly set on the dark table.

Here comes the food.

Wu Qingchen got another surprise.

Looking at the "food" in the large wooden bowl in front of him, Wu Qingchen was silent for a long time, and finally managed to find a few words that could be described.

This is really ...

Pure natural……

Green food ...

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

That's it, a few large wooden bowls are very light.

Three wooden bowls were placed in front of the four men, and the middle-aged woman filled each person with a bowl of soup, a bowl of pods, and a bowl of gooey.

Obviously, the middle-aged woman's distribution method is not evenly distributed. The bowl in front of his father and Edra is the most full. The bowl in front of Grace is slightly shallower. By the time of "Loss" Wu Qingchen, three small bowls They are only half full.

After such four servings, the three large wooden bowls all had only a shallow layer underneath. The middle-aged woman skillfully tilted the large bowl, scraped it with a wooden spoon, and scraped the last green food inside. Put them into two small bowls, and hand out one to the little girl who has been swallowing, and take the remaining one by yourself, and sit down on a wooden post beside the "kitchen".

Then ... is it ready for dinner?

Listening to his father and two elder brothers grabbing a wooden spoon and eating sparsely, looking at the three small bowls in front of him, Wu Qingchen couldn't help but appetite.

At first glance, the three things in the bowl let Wu Qingchen find the prototype for the scene in which the wizard made the poison in the cartoon.

And, even if you haven't seen cartoons ... such a mess ... can be counted as part of the food chain?

Coo-coo ... The reality is not shifted by Wu Qingchen's will, and not eating is obviously inconsistent with the scientific development law 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 reluctantly raised the green soup bowl in front of him.

Ten minutes later, Wu Qingchen rolled his eyes and ended the dinner.

The process of eating is truly unforgettable.

The taste of the dinner was beyond description.

In short, the first second after putting down the wooden bowl, Wu Qingchen decided not to recall the taste of dinner. Wu Qingchen even thought that even for those who drink Chinese medicine more than ten times a day, eating these green foods is absolutely A very inhumane torture.

What's more terrible is that this kind of food ... no, this poison is so much eaten by everyone else in the room. The little girl even licked her lips, looking like she never looked at it.

Wu Qingchen had to doubt that either the things in his bowl were exceptionally 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 put down by Wu Qingchen, and dinner was over.

"Loss, Delas, Edelman ..."

Suddenly his father spit out a string of syllables to Wu Qingchen, Wu Qingchen's brain moved quickly, quickly recalling the points of analysis explained by linguists, psychologists, and behaviorists, and soon guessed that this sentence was either asking himself how to eat So, either ask yourself how your throat is.

Wu Qingchen touched his throat inadvertently, nodded his head slightly, and mumbled vaguely, answering both guesses at the same time.

The father nodded and said another word. He stood up and went deep into the room. The two elder brothers also stood up and walked behind his father.

What is this

Wu Qingchen quickly followed.

Walking to the corner and standing in front of the stacked tools, my father stopped and pointed to the same long agricultural tools, the same hook-shaped agricultural tools, a wooden barrel, said a few words to Edra, and pointed again Pointing at a hand rake, a wooden shovel, two sticks, he said a few words to Grace and Wu Qingchen.

Is this ... a live-action role-playing game? Team up to play dota at night?

But I like to use viper, and I don't like pandas to play with sticks.

After having dinner on weekdays, Wu Qingchen, who had only this activity, inevitably began to associate.

Of course, there is no Internet cafe in the Middle Ages, and my father didn't have the idea of ​​playing games. After explaining to the three sons, the father walked out of the corner and lay down beside the bed near the left log ...

Idra and Grace, who nodded, also walked out of the corner, and lay beside another bed ...

Is this sleeping? It's only 7 o'clock now?

Wu Qingchen understood that there was no entertainment in the Middle Ages at night, and after working hard all day, his father and two brothers were tired.

But sleep after eating, it is still a bit exaggerated.

Wu Qingchen looked around, his father and elder brother had begun to sleep, the middle-aged woman was still packing the tableware, the little girl in her tenth was helping, and two children who did not know whether they had learned to talk rolled around on the bed, Chickens, goats, and cows are unwilling to be lonely and make two beeps from time to time.

Looking out the gate, the sun has gone down, and there is no light outside.

What can you do?

Helpless, looking at the distribution of the beds, Wu Qingchen walked beside Grace and lay on the beds.

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Five hours after the Middle Ages, ten minutes after Earth time.

Wu Qingchen rested next door to the room.

There are dozens of medical observation instruments and display screens densely lined by the wall, and their terminal sensors are directly connected to the next room, under the bed lying by Wu Qingchen.

These instruments and displays have been turned on all the time, they are blinking in turn, and the data marked with Wu Qingchen's various body parameters constantly fluctuate slightly.

There are three doctors in white coats standing next to each instrument. Every half a minute or so, one of the three doctors in each group will press the communicator that is held tightly with his right hand and send out: "All is OK" or "Blood pressure has changed, every department should pay attention to" notices.

In front of these dense equipment, beside a metal platform of about three meters, more than ten other doctors gathered just after another discussion.

"Is that all?"

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

"Okay, one last confirmation ..."

No longer wasting time, Professor Zhang looked to the front display and carefully revised several final opinions: "Year, month, day, hour, 37th observation, no abnormal changes, target heartbeat 57-61, blood pressure 85-125, muscle Response ... brain activity ... physical activity ... To sum up, the medical team believes that the target is still tired, light sleep, and sleep in the medieval world has no direct impact on the target's real body ... It is not recommended to wake up. "

"Any comments?"

After reading it completely, Professor Zhang looked around again, and for the last time, it was determined that there were no objections. Then he finally pressed the confirmation button on the keyboard in front of him and revised it several times before finally sending it out.

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After a second.

The medical team's report was passed to the Intelligence Analysis Center.

The three officers responsible for the preliminary screening of intelligence carefully read the full text and put their own opinions.

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After one and a half minutes.

The opinion of the three military officers, the opinion of one supervisor, and the opinion of the team leader were transmitted to the intelligence services at a higher level.

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After two minutes.

An analysis department of the PLA Academy.

After receiving the report sent by the officer, Yang Dan glanced quickly at the title, glanced across the analysis data of the heartbeat blood pressure in front of him, quickly jumped to the conclusion of the last part, grabbed the pen and drew a few words quickly, signed his Name.

"This transfer to the Second Staff ..."

The officer took the report. Yang Dan stiffened his head and worked hard for seven consecutive hours. Yang Dan's head had been in pain for a while, and the blood vessels in the forebrain had been turned into a mess.

Just like the pile of documents in front of me.

They come from military departments and scientific research institutes on all sides of the earth who can get their names or can't name them. They record a variety of intelligence, data, and analysis that are indistinguishable and impossible to distinguish. As a result, the next proposal and so on.

Even more troublesome is that such things are often contradictory and inconsistent. The only thing that can be determined is the rapid increase in quantity and speed.

"Beep ..."

Another document emerged from the exit of fax machine 23.

This is an analysis result from France, Europe.

Sitting here for more than ten years, Yang Dan has long remembered the numbering rules of these fax machines.

The officer on duty in the four districts quickly browsed the document, signed his name, and the document was quickly transferred to Yang Dan. The content that had been translated into Chinese was short and clear:

French shared intelligence (confirmed): Middle Ages 01:01:01, 01:01, the behavior of subject No. 1 is to explain the content of the next day's labor.

Analysis result (confirmed): Important characteristics of the serf class: Uncertain labor, that is, the content of the next day's labor is unknown. The subject's social status of the family is determined to exclude the serf class.

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Coming soon.

"Loss ... Loss ..."

Shaking hair ... sleepy ... Wu Qingchen turned over and pushed his arm away.

"Loss ... Loss!"

So noisy ... Wu Qingchen opened his eyes dimly, blinked slightly, and bounced up instantly.

Miserable! The alarm didn't go off ... it was late! What about cell phones, cell phones, **** cell phones?

Grasping the bed tossing around vigorously, Wu Qingchen's hands froze.

It was not light yellow sheets, but hardwood covered with hay. It was not cotton pajamas, but a rough robe.

Why not just dream ... I'm still in this **** place ...

Looking back, Grace stood by the bed, staring strangely at Wu Qingchen's inexplicable tossing of the bed.

Touching his face to make himself more awake, Wu Qingchen coughed and murmured, touching his throat.

Grace didn't ask anything, and quietly waited for Wu Qingchen to follow the steps he had taken when **** last night, slowly put on his robes, and completely got up from the bed, before pointing to the two wooden sticks that were placed side by side on the bed.

"Illahaha, De Serhied ..."

Wu Qingchen was able to understand the phrase, "Here you go."

Isn't this the stick that my father pointed at last night? Wu Qingchen raised his head, only to find that Grace's hands were holding the hand rake and wooden shovel, which were also pointed to by his father last night.

Grace waved and walked to the door with Wu Qingchen who was still a little confused. His father was already standing outside the door and saw the two coming out, nodded and walked to the front.

Is this ... coming to work?

"Brother ..."

Out of the wooden house, looking into the distance, and into the sky, Wu Qingchen, who came to the Middle Ages, was full of tears, and could no longer suppress the emotional emotions in his heart.

Looking at Grace who stayed to wake her up, Wu Qingchen clearly called the "brother" for the first time.

"Everywhere is dark, and there are stars in the sky! Brother, you are my brother! You are more poisonous than Huang Shiren, and Zhou Chipi is not as cruel as you in the middle of the night!"

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