"And what about us..." After speaking, Bant sat up and pointed forward: "Look, the first meal of the day has come."
"Oh?"
The serfs in the thatched shed instantly sat up.
This is a naturally formed small valley. The position where the serfs look is the valley mouth of this small valley, where several tall wooden fences and a taller small watchtower are erected.
A police officer who is licensed to catch fish and hunt to maintain his eyesight stands inside the watchtower, watching the movement in the valley vigilantly. Next to him is a small bracket on which is placed one of the most precious possessions in the village of Akeli. One: A set of real bows and arrows that can be used on the battlefield.
Under the watchtower, there were several other police officers carrying iron spears. They were hurriedly standing up from the shade of the trees, taking off their hats and saluting.
"Master Idra!"
"Don't talk nonsense..." Idra, who had just been promoted, clarified: "I just went to the parish to help with the agricultural festival, not the master... Open the door."
"Yes, sir."
The police officers worked together to push open the heavy gate, and behind Idra, seven or eight foreigners and newly promoted colleagues who had just arrived in the past two days were put into the valley.
"Stupid again?"
Looking at the wooden bucket carried by the outlander police officer who was walking in the front, Mir—Akeli Village’s rotating police officer—sniffed as he pushed the door: "It's the third time! Every time it's a mess, this Can you still be considered a serf?"
"It's not just these two days!" The foreigner police officer carrying the wooden bucket also felt the same way: "The road here has always been muddled..."
"Master Ross is so kind." Mill's tone was full of emotion.
Walking into the valley and approaching the grass shed, the police officers from outside the country stopped and put down the wooden barrels full of mush. Several police officers who opened the door immediately began to salivate.
"Come..." Idra beckoned the outsider police officers around him to take out a few wooden bowls: "Give everyone a bowl first."
"Thank you, Master Idra."
From the performance of the rotating police officers, it can be seen that this is the inherent routine of feeding the serfs these few times.
The serfs were eating, and the guards were watching. —If such a situation happens, obviously don't expect the police officers to do their best to help Wu Qingchen.
In this season, it is almost impossible for serfs to escape. —The crops are not mature, and there are not even many fruits on the mountain. If you flee into the forest rashly, you will either become the excrement of wild animals, or become the nutrient of plants.
However, even if the serfs did not flee the village, if the guards did not guard carefully and released a few serfs to spoil the crops and livestock, the resentment of the villagers would definitely be attributed to Wu Qingchen in the end.
The wooden bowls were distributed, and the policemen gathered around the wooden barrels containing the mush.
"Hey! Hey! Don't worry!" Idra clapped her hands: "You still have something to do!"
"Oh..." The police officers dispersed and gathered around another wooden barrel: "Wash your hands first, wash your hands first!"
"There are still bowls!" Behind a few people, Idra said loudly: "Wash them well!"
"Yes, sir." "Don't worry, master Idra."
"Okay, Master Los, who likes to wash his face, wash his hands, and his teeth..." Hiding in the crowd, a cheerful young man spit out a series of syllables quickly in a false voice: "...Master Brother!"
"These bastards."
Idra cursed, but smiled on her face, and didn't even look at who was talking too much.
In fact, the villagers do not resist the work of washing hands, face, and teeth.
As early as before Wu Qingchen went out to do business in the village or even became a priest, the villagers had already noticed that Old William's cough was getting less and less, Idra and Grace's health was getting stronger and stronger, and little Ni Na's face became more and more rosy...
Discovering such benefits, of course everyone is very interested in inquiring.
However, "hygiene" is not a simple individual event, but a complex systematic way of life:
For example, oral hygiene, brushing teeth is of course very important, but if you really want to keep your breath fresh, diet, mood, and air quality also have a great impact;
Another example is physical hygiene. Taking a bath every day is definitely a must, but cleaning the bed, the state of the room, and the way food is stored are also critical;
Another example is food hygiene. Washing hands is a very simple matter, but cleaning up dust on the ground, moisture in food, bugs and mice in the house is not an ordinary trouble;
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Wu Qingchen/Loss worked hard to instill in the family and partially enforced the lifestyle. The villagers in the medieval world simply did not have the ability to fully imitate.
The washing part is okay, if you wash dishes, wash your face, wash your teeth, or even secretly take a bath in the middle of the night, most villagers can still do it.
However, coupled with a series of supporting projects such as cleaning furniture, cleaning farm tools, resting the house, cleaning rooms, opening wall holes, drying food, and replacing beds, the materials consumed are quite astonishing.
In terms of time, Wu Qingchen had just assumed the post of cowherd at that time, and all the villagers fawned on him one after another. In this way, it took seven or eight days.
Given the labor shortage in the medieval world, half a day of free time is the result of the hard work of the family. Arrangements have been made two or three months in advance, such as "a taste in the mouth" and "a few bites of bugs at night". How could it be compared with important matters such as "restoring the barn" and "opening up wasteland".
Therefore, it is conceivable that the advanced sanitation experience brought by Wu Qingchen, except for a very small number of "blindly obedient" villagers who gritted their teeth and followed up the same small number of measures, other villagers, after a few days of following suit, soon Quickly return to the original state.
Of course, when Idra stared, everyone would still do the same.
Surrounded by the wooden barrels of clear water brought over by two other police officers from out of town, the former police officers in Akeli village completed the process of washing their hands and washing their hands.
"Ah!" After cleaning, the foreigner police officer filled the wooden bowl with mush. Mir took it, took a sip of it, and immediately exclaimed, "Today's mush has added salt!"
"Salt!" "Really?" "Really added!"
Several other police officers also quickly drank it while showing surprised expressions.
"It's a little bit more."
Under the watchful eyes of the police officers, Idra nodded to confirm: "The pastor and the steward have already divided the land. From today onwards, the serfs will go to work. Of course, salt must be added."
Salt must be consumed for work. This is a truth that the aborigines of the medieval world, or in other words, humans have known since primitive society.
The constables were surprised:
"The taste is very strong!", "A lot of salt!", "It's a waste!"
"What's the waste?" Idra shook her head: "How much salt to add, how much work to do."
"That's true." The former police officers in Akeli Village nodded in unison.
"They should have been working long ago!" Mir said heavily, "When will they be working?"
"Soon..." In the past two days, plus the experience of communicating with Pamela on the way home, a smart person from Fort Colin in the parish can roughly understand the accent of Akeli's village: "It will be soon. work."
When the police officer was speaking, another companion from the same place also added: "Of course, we have to work later. Yesterday morning, Master Ross gave us a day to prepare."
"Preparation? What preparations are needed?" Mir was a little strange. He looked around when he was speaking, and only then realized that when he came this time, the police officers from out of town had more or less something in their hands.
"This one!" A police officer from out of town waved the wooden stick in his hand: "I think all the police officers in the village carry this."
"Aka, that's too laborious for you..." Another police officer, a foreigner, raised a cane: "Look at this, you can make the serfs work harder..."
"Can you make slackers work hard with these things? Look at this!" Another police officer showed the equipment he had prepared.
"Master!" Two or three outlander police officers, as well as all the Akeli village police officers opened their mouths at the same time.
In the hand of this police officer, he was waving a thorn that had just been cut.
"Are you crazy?" Idra snatched the thing from the guard's hand: "If you break the serf, will you do the work?"
"Angus, where are you preparing?"
When Master Yidra threw this terrible thorn far away, he held up a wooden stick, and Arles looked at his companion a little strangely.
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