The temperature of lime water is a little higher than expected, but it is not fatal. After soaking, the skin will turn red for a while at most. I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but I always feel itchy all over my body.

Achiel never knew that there were so many bugs hidden in a person's body. The one who jumped in with him was now dozens of small insects of various colors floating around him, most of which were fleas. Each of them had big and round belly, and he didn't know how much blood he sucked.

No need to look, Archer himself is not much better. No wonder he saw someone holding something next to the puddle from afar, and he kept catching things out. The one he felt was catching bugs that were soaked from them.

Looking at the corpses of these insects, Achiel couldn't help but believe in the statement that lime water can prevent and disinfect the epidemic.

"We'll do it, or do it yourself?" A young army holding a big hair brush came over and asked with a smile.

"Come on your own, come on your own." Achiel hurriedly responded. The guys who were being slapped by the ghosts and howling were learned from the past. These amiable young soldiers were not polite at all when they started. They were pig hair brushes used to brush their bodies for war horses.

Achiel dared not deal with business and brushed all the mud and dust on his body as much as possible, because when he came out of the pool, the young soldiers would check one by one. Once they failed, it would not be a problem of re-washing. Instead, their people took action and were washed by them. They would definitely be clean, but they were like red-skinned pigs, and they probably wouldn't be able to do it for two or three days.

Archil is quite lucky to pass the test in one go.

However, if you want to eat big white steamed buns and salty soup, you still need to pass a few steps.

With the lessons of the past, Achiel can do it himself next and never bother the other party. After taking the dagger, he cleaned his hair that was almost waist-throwing in just a few strokes, revealing a big white head. There was nothing to accept or embarrassing about it. Apart from the fact that his scalp was a little cold, he was much more relaxed.

"name."

"Achiel."

"Good name, in Andys, the word "Stronger" means pulling the bow of a thousand pounds. Your relatives have high expectations for you, and have the strength to do it?"

"Thank you." Archil sincerely thanked him. He couldn't help but feel a little happy when he knew that his name had such a unique meaning for the first time.

He was very experienced in the questions asked. When the slave owners inspected slaves, they also asked similar questions, in order to assign jobs. They dare not talk about such things, otherwise they would be assigned jobs that were not suitable for them. In the end, the one who was unlucky was himself. Archil replied in fact, "It should be okay. It should be no problem to lift three or four hundred pounds of stones."

Upon hearing this, the young army who had been recording looked up at Achiel and smiled and said, "What you reported is only preliminary information. Someone will verify it at that time. If it is false, there will be no punishment. However, it will not be beneficial to your future development. Do you still need to change it? I don't need to remember it."

Archil hesitated for a moment. The results he just said were two years ago. He has grown a little more in the past two years, so he should not have made any regression. Finally, he nodded.

"Okay, I didn't expect there was a strongman seedling here, age."

"It should be fifteen." Archil said uncertainly, even his father was confused about his age, let alone himself.

"Okay, it's another fool who doesn't even know the date of birth." The Young Army was not surprised, because there were already a bunch of them in front of them, "Then it's fifteen. Have you learned to practice bows and swords?"

"No, but I have participated in militia training and practiced spears for a few days."

"Military attack?"

"No, it's just a simple assassination."

"This is useless, it doesn't count, do you recognize words?"

“Don’t know.”

"Other specialties are things that are good at, such as farming, logging, and quarrying."

"This one has it, this one has it, logging, quarrying, repairing the city walls, I can also forge it simply, and I can also calcin the lime." Archer was a little confidently broken by the other party's series of problems, and felt that he was almost useless waste.

Finally, when I asked what I was good at, I immediately poured beans on the bamboo tube, hoping to show all the things I knew. This was a good opportunity to achieve his first life goal.

"Well, it's not that I'm still an all-round talent. I can learn so many things, which means I'm very flexible. If I'm assigned to the engineer directly, it's a bit of a waste. This is what I'll give you a chance. As for whether I can stay, it depends on you. Keep this wooden sign. This is your future identity certificate. Don't lose it. You will use it to receive food and food. This is just temporary. I'll change you to bronze when I have time. Just like me, the front is your name, and the back is your number and battalion. Your current number is 001027, belonging to the first battalion, and the one on the left is, your commander is Marshall. You can go to report to him and collect your clothes and food. If you have time, you will ask someone for advice. At least you have to know your name and you can write it!"

"Yes, I will definitely do it!" Archil held the round wooden sign tightly, as if holding the most precious treasure, looking at the text on it over and over again. It turned out that this was his name, and it turned out that his name was really good.

"Next, why are there any problems?"

"Sir, there is another question. Which side is the left?" Achiel asked a little embarrassedly. In front of these young soldiers, he felt like a fool, and he didn't even understand the meaning of many words.

"Which hand is the best at using?" The Young Army didn't joke about Archie. This situation is very common among ordinary mountain people, let alone those who have become slaves since childhood, lack some common sense.

"This one." Archil raised his left hand and said.

"Left-handed, remember, your common hand is the left hand, and the other one is the right hand. With the center of your body as the point, the left hand is called the left side, and the right side is called the right side." The young army rubbed his forehead and muttered in a low voice, "If you want to reorganize them, there is a long way to go. Marshall and the others not only have to be the lieutenant, but also serve as common sense teachers. No matter what, this is a headache for them."

With that log, Achiel couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging in his heart, as if he had become a human being with the Young Army. This feeling made him a little fluttering, although he knew it was just his wishful thinking.

The next thing became much simpler. I took a piece of linen and bowls and chopsticks from my future chief, made a bowl of salty soup with two pieces of meat and bones, grabbed two white flour buns as big as piglets, and found some places where there were few people, and squatted to eat.

At first, I tried to use the new tableware called chopsticks, but soon I found that if I wanted to use these two slender things, I could not fly up and down like the Young Army in a few days. I directly took a wooden bowl and started eating it voraciously.

In just the first bite, Achiel fell in love with this white, soft food. Even if there is no broth, and chew it carefully, it has a unique fragrance. It is many times better than the bran black bread that needs to be ground into the throat. Even if it is specially provided for the aristocratic men, it is not the case?

Anyway, this is the most delicious food Archie has ever eaten in his lifetime, and it is so delicious that it makes people cry.

The one who cried while eating was not Achiel's own patent, and many slave soldiers burst into tears.

No one knows whether it is because of the happiness of eating delicious food or when he recalls his previous experiences that he was unbearable to look back on, even they themselves cannot explain it clearly.

One thing is certain that when this meal is over, no one will want to go back to the hungry and cold days two days ago.

...

"You boy is getting smarter and smarter. A pot of pork bone stewed cabbage and a cage of white flour steamed buns will gather a lot of people's hearts. This deal is cost-effective." Skull crusher McGee and Sean also squatted beside a big pot.

This was the first meal they had eaten seriously after the night attack. If they didn't deal with the root causes, Sean could not eat even the delicacies.

Sean gave McGee a angrily glance: "You can't even stop eating. When it comes to eating, you eat the most, and you haven't seen you return home to me."

Sean was too lazy to explain, and he had never considered the problem of buying people's hearts. In his opinion, the food now seemed to be just a normal big pot dish. Just say that the pork bone stewed cabbage, it would be nice to have one-third of the dish in each bowl, and the rest was all soup.

Not to mention him, even those young soldiers were embarrassed to call pork bone stewed cabbage, but they just called it salty soup. The flour used for white flour steamed buns is made of wheat noodles and barley noodles. The shell is not completely faded, and the whole thing is a mixed grain steamed bun. The taste is not a little worse than the real wheat steamed buns.

This is also impossible. Not to mention the Manyu military leader, even in the entire Asan continent, wheat is a relatively expensive crop. Not only does it have low yields, it is also prone to various disasters. It is not the most preferred choice in the planting sequence.

Among all the grains grown in a manor, the wheat planting area will definitely not exceed one fifth, and only those nobles can enjoy the pure wheat noodles.

The amount of wheat in these white flour steamed buns is no more than one-third, and the rest are barley with incomplete shell loss. For a long-term solution, the two can only be mixed together. Although the taste is slightly worse, the nutrition is not more comprehensive.

The people in my previous life had to eat too much fine food, so they had to turn around and eat whole wheat bread and grains. Even so, the mountain people and military slaves almost ate their tongues together.

Sean didn't expect that people in this world have such low happiness. A slightly normal meal and a little bit of true feelings would touch them.

If they were allowed to see the sad and sad drama of their previous life, they would not cry. If it weren't for the dozens of brothers who grew up with him lying in the corpse pit, he would never have shed half of his tears.

Sean was a little wrong about this. What really made these people cry was not sadness or bitterness.

They have experienced countless of these things since childhood. Life and death are common for them. If they can just pull out someone, their experience will be even more miserable than the most tragic drama. They have long been numb and their own experiences cannot touch them, let alone other irrelevant people.

What really touched them was the sincerity and kindness that he and the young army involuntarily showed when they made every move, which they had never felt in their entire life.

Even if there are kind slave owners, they cannot change their identity as slave owners. Most of the kindness is valuable, and even if it is free, it will bring a high-profile alms.

As for their kind, when they deal with fatigue and hunger all day long, they can't express goodwill. Even if there are such selfless people, they will not survive in such a group for long, and they will first turn into corpses.

If the granaries are full, you will know etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace.

This ancient saying from Sean's previous life is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancients, and it is not a nonsense.
Chapter completed!