I have a shelter

George staggered and almost slipped on the mud on the ground. He turned around and kicked Martin in the back, saying, "Bah! Who do you think I am, your master? There are valuable things in this house. So don't make any noise! ​​Your knight's armor depends on them. Those people don't know anything. Don't let them know, I'm afraid they will talk too much!"

After Martin heard this, he immediately stood up straight. He rolled his eyes and touched his mustache, knowing that the boss must have discovered something special in this room. So he said: "I understand, boss, don't worry!"

"Yeah." George nodded. He knew that although this old man was slippery, he was very reliable. So with him here, I can really rest assured.

As for whether he would go inside quietly out of curiosity, it doesn't matter.

Thinking of this, George suddenly coughed, turned around and walked into the house again. After a while, he came out, but there was an extra roll of oilcloth in his hand.

Martin kept secretly peeking into the room with a stern look. When he saw the lord coming out, he immediately pretended not to see anything.

The Lord Lord glared at him fiercely, turned around and left.

He looked extremely happy.

At this time, the territorial residents had returned one after another, and the territory became lively. George held the oilcloth roll under his arm, and while nodding in response to those who greeted him, he observed the farmhouses with their doors open.

In civilian houses of this era, there was no distinction between a master bedroom and a living room. When you open the door, you can see clearly.

Especially in buildings like farmhouses, animals and people live together. And the most important piece of furniture in the whole house is a bed - the most important piece of furniture in the house is that bed! And usually there is only one bed, so there is no privacy at all.

Even for many people, they may not be able to afford a second bed at all, which makes these poor people regard the bed as an important inheritance passed down from generation to generation.

Some families even let livestock sit on the bed because it keeps them warmer

Johannes's farmhouse is better. The first generation of lords built the houses higher, so they are also very large. Even the walls are made of large stones, and the tops are not thatched, but covered with mud tiles.

But that's it, it's still very crude inside. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it is for cattle and sheep.

More than that, the concept of privacy is insensitive in this era. Only those in the upper echelons and monks would pay attention to this matter. For those people at the bottom, activities that modern people are ashamed to do in public are common to them.

Such as open defecation, exposing certain organs, etc.

George saw some idiots peeing on the street just on the road! After he finished, he was still showing off to several village women!

The same was true for those women - there were even village women with their big butts exposed and relieving themselves. After seeing the lord coming, she showed her yellow teeth and greeted him.

It's like meeting a neighbor while walking and asking if you have eaten.

"I have obviously given special instructions to the subjects to hand over their feces to the bad people for collection and cleaning every day. But they don't seem to have this habit yet."

George touched the veins on his head. He finally knew what the mud he stepped on that morning was.

Whether in his previous life or in this life, he had rarely seen such a thing. Because the previous lords of Johannes loved the owners of large wineries who made wine the most, they all paid great attention to the hygienic condition of the territory. And because the previous lords also preferred to believe in the two patron gods of honor and wisdom. Therefore, in Johannes, the lords have some concept of privacy, and the lords have never allowed excessive indulgence!

So people almost never do disgusting things like that on the streets.

Because you will be castrated!

George walked numbly on the street, the autumn wind blew by, and the territory was filled with a stinky smell.

The surrounding residents who came back from the fields at noon seemed not to care about the bad environment at all. They even played harps and bagpipes and sang happily in this environment.

‘When I’m done, I’ll make those idiots eat everything they pulled out! ’

George thought fiercely in his heart. With a stiff face, he nodded and smiled in response to the enthusiastic citizens who greeted him.

Just smiled very stiffly

‘What a bunch of guys who don’t know etiquette! It seems that I will have to talk more every night from now on. ’

George thought for a while and decided to set the time before dinner every day as preaching time. In the name of preaching the holy scriptures, he talked about the hygiene habits and moral concepts that he knew, and slowly established a new outlook on these guys.

He didn't want to say hello to anyone anymore and strode back to the tavern.

The sleeping servants were picked up one by one by George. After they got dressed, they went to find Martin.

The meal in the tavern will be served earlier than the residents, and Lorna is already squatting next to the fire pit to cook while holding the heads of the exploding lions in the mess. These are basically a pot of grated potatoes and sweet potatoes stewed with some wild vegetables and plant roots.

The black bread has all been eaten, and the wheat has just been harvested. Due to lack of firewood, no baking has been carried out.

However, in reality, only the people near the castle could regularly eat black bread. What most people usually eat is not much different from what they eat now. It's all a stew mixed with all kinds of weird stuff.

Nobles rarely eat fruits raw, because that is the way of the poor, so sometimes nobles not only stew fruits, but also add some spices such as pepper

The food in the tavern is much better than outside, because there are roasted meat (wolf, mouse) and wine diluted with water.

George sorted out the work he planned to do next, and felt that some work should be assigned to idle people. He glanced at Alexander, who was squatting beside the fire pit with eager eyes, patted the guy, and told him to go to the blacksmith shop to guard in the afternoon.

This guy often comes into contact with various weapons, and he should be able to help the old blacksmith improve his weapons and equipment

I think so

Not to say whether he is better than himself in this regard, at least he is more idle than himself.

So he had no choice but to temporarily entrust this technical work to this fool

After listening to the lord's patient narration, the big fool nodded and said naively: "No problem, boss. I know what weapons are easy to use!"

"Oh? It seems that you know something?" After hearing what Alexander said, George felt that his words seemed to be not in vain.

"Of course! The heavier the thing, the easier it is to use!"

"Go ahead." Alexander's words made George feel a little cold in his heart. He said expressionlessly: "Go and help the old blacksmith, Alexander. Don't give him any advice."

This kind of technical work really can't be handed over to a fool.

'When will the new adventurer come? Can my tavern barely entertain guests?' George thought to himself as he looked at the waitress with messy hair and the pot of pig food she was cooking.

He couldn't help but feel a little desperate

"Rona, you have to wash your hair when you have time. Look at you - look at your hair, ah. You are a girl!"

Rona seemed not to hear it, pulled her torn clothes, glanced at the terrible lord quietly, and said nothing.

Not long after, the followers came back with the cart. After they lifted the thatch on the cart, Rona looked at the bottles and jars in amazement and at a loss.

Oh, George also handed her a piece of oil patch.

When she opened it, she saw her own 'bra'

"You will live here from now on. My tavern needs a waitress. Well, this kind of work needs to be paid, but excluding accommodation and food expenses, it's only two copper coins a month." George looked at the completely stunned little stutterer and said, "Don't worry, this is a proper tavern. There won't be adventurers touching people's buttocks. Well, it shouldn't happen. This waitress is usually the private property of each lord. Ordinary adventurers won't be so ignorant."

'It's just that the adventurers who appear here are not ordinary adventurers'

However, before Rona could stutter out something, George turned around and said to Martin, "Remind me after dinner and put up a sign at the end of the bar. Remember, write words like touching buttocks and fines."

"Boss, I can't read." Martin said.

The little stutterer's face was dark, and it was unclear what his expression was now, but he seemed to be about to cry.

The new members of the patrol team would eat outside, and they were not qualified to enter the tavern. I knew that dinner would be served outside soon. Everyone quickly devoured the food. After the meal, George told Martin to take his followers outside to distribute the food. Bring a whip to teach the god of patronage a lesson to those who defecate everywhere in his holy land.

This old sly man knows how to distribute food.

Although Martin's face was very tired, he knew the importance of this matter, so he nodded and left.

It's not appropriate for others to do this. In the entire territory, only this old bandit leader and the lord can deal with those people. So he can only finish the work and go to sleep.

After seeing Martin go out, Alexander also stood up and planned to join in the fun. Before leaving, he threw a sentence: "Boss, I'll help them taste the saltiness of the food."

After hearing this, George couldn't help covering his face

He knew that it was not good for the knight to snatch food from the poor. But the more this guy eats, the more combat effectiveness he has. Besides, with this big guy there to deter him, Martin will be much smoother when distributing food.

So he simply pretended not to hear it and went back to his room to sleep.