George stumbled and almost slipped on the mud on the ground, turned his head and shone a kick at the back of Martin's ass, saying: "I pooh! What do you take your master for? There are valuable things inside this house, so keep quiet! Your knight's armor depends on them, those people don't know anything, don't let them know, I'm afraid they talk too much!"
After Martin heard this, he immediately stood up straight. His eyes rolled and touched his eight-letter beard, knowing that the boss must have found something special in this house. So he said, "I understand, chief, you can rest assured!"
"Hmm." George nodded, he knew, don't look at this old greaser is very slippery, but very reliable. So with him in, one can indeed rest assured.
As for whether he will go up inside quietly because of curiosity, it does not matter...
Thinking of this, George suddenly coughed, turned around and went back into the house. Not a moment later he came out, but his hand is more than a tarpaulin roll.
Martin has been sneaking a peek into the house, see the lord out, immediately pretended not to see anything.
The lord glared at him fiercely, turned around and walked away.
It seems that the mood is incomparable happy.
At this time the people have come back one after another, the territory became lively. George's arm with a tarpaulin roll, while nodding in response to those who greeted him, while observing those who opened the door to the seat of the farmhouse.
This era of civilian houses, there is no master bedroom, living room. Open the door to a glance can see through.
Especially farmhouses such buildings, livestock and people are living together. And the most important furniture inside the house is a bed - the most important furniture in the house is also the bed! And usually there is only one bed, no privacy.
Even for many people, they may not be able to afford a second bed at all, which makes these poor people, the bed as an important heritage passed down from generation to generation.
Some families would even put their livestock to bed because it would be a little warmer...
Johannes' farmhouses were a little better, the first lords built the houses on a higher lift, so they were all large. Even the walls are made of large stones, and the roof is covered not with thatch, but with mud tiles.
But that's it, it's still very simple inside. It would not be too much to say that it is for cattle and sheep to live.
More than that, the concept of privacy is not sensitive in this era. Only those in the upper class as well as the monks pay attention to this matter. For those people at the bottom, the activities that modern people are ashamed to do in public, they are accustomed to.
For example, open defecation, naked certain organs, and even SY.... KJ, etc...
George just saw a few guys on the way to the street to pee stupid! And when they were done, they were flinging themselves towards a few village women, selling their shit!
The women did the same - there were even village women with big naked asses, who were conveniently showing their yellow teeth and greeting the lord after seeing him coming.
It's like running into a neighbor while walking and asking if you've eaten.
"I clearly have specifically ordered the people to give the dung to the inferior people to collect and clean up every day. But they don't seem to have the habit..."
George touched the bruises on his head, he finally knew what those rotten mud he stepped on in the morning was.
Whether in his last life, or in this life, he had rarely seen such things. Because Johannes's successive lords most beloved winemaking winery owners, are very important to the territory's sanitary conditions. And because the successive lords have also been partial to the two patron saints of honor and wisdom. So in Johannes, the people have some concept of privacy, and the lord has not allowed indulgence!
So almost no one will do that disgusting thing in the streets.
Because this will be castrated!
George walked woodenly down the street, the autumn breeze blew, the territory was full of the stench of slut.
Surrounded by those who returned from the fields at noon inside the territory, seems to this bad environment does not care at all, surprisingly still pulling the harp, playing bagpipes, singing happily in this environment.
'When I'm done, I'll make sure those fools, eat all the things they pulled out!
George thought viciously in his heart, he stiffened his face, nodded and smiled at the enthusiastic people who greeted him...
Only the smile was very stiff...
'What a bunch of people who don't know how to be polite! It looks like we need to talk more every night from now on.'
George thought about it and decided to set the time before dinner every day as preaching time. In the name of preaching the holy scriptures, to speak about what he knows about hygiene habits and moral concepts and other things, slowly give these guys to establish a new three views.
He did not want to greet with anyone else, and took a big step back to the tavern.
The sleeping squires were picked up one by one by George. After they were dressed, they went to find Martin.
...
Tavern meals will be a little earlier than the collar people, Rona topped with a messy nest of exploding lion's head, already squatting next to the fire pit cooking. These meals are basically a pot of stuff made from crushed potatoes and sweet potatoes, plus some wild vegetables and plant roots stew.
Black bread has been all eaten, wheat has just been harvested. Because of the lack of firewood, no baking has been done.
However, in practice, usually only the castle near the people, can often eat black bread. Most people usually eat, and not too far from now. Are all kinds of strange things mixed together with the messy stew paste.
The nobles also rarely eat raw fruit, because that is the practice of the poor, so the nobles sometimes not only to stew the fruit, but also to add some pepper and other spices ...
The food in the tavern is much better than outside, because there are roast meat (wolves, rats) and watered down wine.
George sorted out what he was going to do next, and thought he should divide some of the work among the idle. He looked at Alexander crouching next to the fire pit, patted the guy and told him to go to the blacksmith store in the afternoon to keep watch.
This guy often contact all kinds of weapons, should be able to help the old blacksmith to improve the improvement of weaponry...
Should it...
Not to say that he is better than himself in this area, at least he is idle than himself.
So he has no choice but to temporarily entrust this technical work to this fool...
After listening to the lord's patient narrative, the big idiot nodded and said nervously: "No problem, chief. I know what weapons work well with it!"
"Oh? It seems you know some more?" After hearing these words from Alexander, George felt as if his words had not been in vain.
"Of course! The heavier the guy is, the better he can use it!"
"Go on..." Alexander's words made George's heart slightly cold, he said expressionlessly: "You go and help the old blacksmith with the iron, Alexander. Don't give him blind advice."
This kind of technical work, it seems indeed can not be given to a fool.
'Hey... When will the new adventurers come ah. I can barely entertain guests in this tavern, right?' George looked at that hair messy nest waitress, and her boiling that pot of pig food, the heart so thought.
I can't help but feel a little bit desperate...
"Rona ah, you have to wash your hair sometime. Look at you - look at your hair, ah. You're a girl!"
Rona, as if she hadn't heard, pulled at her torn dress, quietly looked at the terrible lord, and was silent.
Not long after, the squires returned with the cart. After they lifted the thatch on the cart, Rona looked at the bottles and jars dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
Oh, George also handed her a piece of oil patch roll.
Opened it and it was her own 'bra'...
"You'll be staying here from now on, I need a waitress for my tavern. Well, to do this kind of work is to have a wage, but throw away the accommodation and food costs, on a month two copper plate it." George looked at the little stutterer who had been completely frozen and said: "Don't worry, we are a serious tavern, there will not be that kind of adventurer touching people's asses... Well, it should not. This waitress is generally the private property of the lords, the general adventurers will not be so ignorant."
'It's just that the adventurers who appear here are not ordinary adventurers...'
However, without waiting for Rona to stammer out something, George turned to Martin and said: "You will remind me after dinner and set up a sign to hang at the end of the bar. Remember, it should say words like touching ass and fine."
"Boss, I can't read." Martin said.
The little stammerer's face was so dark that it was hard to tell what kind of face it was now, but it seemed to be on the verge of tears.
The new people in the patrol group would eat outside, and they were not yet qualified to enter the tavern. Knowing that outside in a moment will also be open for dinner. Everyone quickly wolfed down some food. After the meal was over, George told Martin to take the squires outside to distribute the food. By the way, bring the whip, for the god of refuge to teach those who defecate everywhere in his holy place.
This old greaser is cunning enough to know how to distribute food.
Although Martin's face is very tired, but is aware of the importance of this matter, so nodded and then went away.
This thing is not suitable for others to do, the whole territory, that is, the old bandit leader and the lord can take care of the people. So he could only finish his work and then sleep.
After seeing Martin go out, Alexander also stood up, intending to go to a hilarious, and threw down a sentence when he was leaving: "Chief, I'm going to help them taste the saltiness of those food."
After hearing this, George could not help but cover his face ...
He knew that the Lord Knight and the poor people to grab food, spread out really not very good. But the more this guy eats, the more fighting power he has. Besides, with this big guy over there to deter, Martin will also be much smoother when distributing food.
So he simply did not hear, back inside the house to sleep.
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