i have a shelter.

Martin had been secretly looking into the room with mischievous eyebrows, and when he saw the lord coming out, he immediately pretended not to see anything.

The lord gave him a hard look, turned around and left.

He looked extremely happy.

At this time, the citizens have returned one after another, and the territory has become lively.With an oilcloth roll under his arm, George nodded in response to those who greeted him, while observing the farmhouses that opened their doors.

In the civilian houses of this era, there is no distinction between the master bedroom and the living room.Open the door and you can see through it at a glance.

Especially in buildings like farmhouses, livestock 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 only one bed, no privacy at all.

Even for many people, they may not be able to afford a second bed at all, which makes the bed an important legacy for the poor people to pass down from generation to generation.

Some families even put livestock to bed because it's a little warmer...

The farmhouses in Johannes are better. The first lord built the houses higher, so the area is also very large.Even the walls were built of huge stones, covered with mud tiles instead of thatch.

But that's it, the inside is still very simple.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 day and age.Only those upper class people and monks will pay attention to this matter.For those low-level people, modern people are ashamed of activities in public places, but they are used to it.

Such as defecating anywhere, exposing certain organs, even masturbation...KJ, etc...

George was just down the road and saw some dudes pissing on the street idiots!After finishing the work, he even flung it at a few village women, showing off his stuff!

The same is true for those women, and there are even village women who are conveniently exposed with big buttocks. After seeing the lord coming, they showed their yellow teeth and greeted him.

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

"I have clearly ordered the citizens to hand over the feces to the bad people to collect and clean up every day. But they don't seem to have this habit..."

George touched the blue veins on his head, and he finally knew what the mud he stepped on in the morning was.

Whether it was his previous life or this life, he had rarely seen such a thing.Because the previous lords of Johannes loved the big winery owners who made wine the most, and they all took a fancy to the hygienic conditions of the territory.And because the previous lords also believed in the two guardian gods of honor and wisdom.So in Johannes, the citizens have some concept of privacy, and the lord has never allowed excessive indulgence!

So there's almost never anyone doing that nasty thing on the street.

Because it will be castrated!

George walked on the street numbly, the autumn wind blew, and the territory was full of foul smells.

The surrounding citizens who came back from the fields at noon seemed not to care about the terrible environment at all, and even played the harp and bagpipes, singing happily in this environment.

When I finish my work, I will definitely let those idiots eat all the things they pulled out!

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

Just laughing so hard...

What a bunch of ignorant guys!It seems that I need to talk more every night from now on.

After thinking about it, George decided to set the time before dinner every day as the preaching time.In the name of preaching the scriptures, talk about the hygiene habits and moral concepts that you know, and slowly establish a new three views for these guys.

He didn't want to greet anyone anymore, and strode back to the tavern.

The sleeping followers were picked up one by one by George.After they had dressed, they went to Martin.

...

The meal in the tavern will be earlier than that of the people in the tavern, and Rona is squatting next to the fire pit to cook with the messy explosive lion head on her head.These are basically a pot of stewed potatoes and sweet potatoes, plus 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 work has been carried out.

However, in reality, only the people near the castle can often eat black bread.Most people usually eat the same as they do now.It's all a stewed mess mixed with all kinds of weird things.

The nobles seldom eat raw fruit, because that is the way of the poor, so the nobles sometimes not only stew the fruit, but also add some spices such as pepper...

The food in the tavern is much better than outside, because there are roast wolves, mice and wine watered down.

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

This guy is often exposed to various weapons, so he should be able to help old blacksmiths improve their weapons and equipment...

Maybe...

Not to mention whether he is better than himself in this respect, at least he is more leisurely than himself.

So he has no choice but to temporarily entrust this kind of technical work to this fool...

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

"Oh? It seems that you understand a little bit more?" After hearing what Alexander said, George felt that what he said was not in vain.

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

"Go..." Alexander's words chilled George's heart, and he said blankly, "Go and help the old blacksmith forge iron, Alexander. Don't give him any foolish tricks."

It seems that this kind of technical work cannot be handed over to fools.

Hey... when will the new adventurer come.My tavern can barely entertain guests, right?George looked at the waitress with disheveled hair and the pot of pig food she was cooking, thinking so in his heart.

I can't help feeling a little bit hopeless...

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

As if she didn't hear, Lorna pulled her torn clothes, quietly glanced at the terrifying lord, and remained silent.

Not long after, the subordinates came back pushing the cart.After they lifted the thatch on the car, Rona looked at the bottles and jars dumbfounded and at a loss.

Oh, and George handed her an oil patch.

Open it up, it's my bra...

"You will live here from now on. I need a waitress in my tavern. Well, this kind of work requires wages, but it's only two copper coins a month after lodging and board expenses are excluded." George looked at the woman. The little stutterer who was completely stunned said: "Don't worry, we are a serious tavern, and there will be no such thing as adventurers touching other people's buttocks... Well, probably not. This waitress is usually the private property of each lord. Property, ordinary adventurers would not be so ignorant."

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

However, before Rhona could stammer and say something, George turned his head and said to Martin, "Remind me after dinner and put up a sign over the bar. Remember to write on the Words like ass, fine."

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

Xiaoba's face was pitch black, and he couldn't see what his face was like now, but it seemed that he was about to cry.

Newcomers to the patrol will eat out, they are not yet eligible to enter the tavern.Knowing that dinner will be served outside in a while.Everyone gobbled it up quickly.After the meal was over, George told Martin to take the entourage out to distribute the food.Take a whip, by the way, and teach the god of shelter a lesson for those who defecate everywhere in his holy place.

This old fried dough stick is very cunning and knows how to distribute food.

Although Martin looked very tired, he knew the importance of this matter, so he nodded and left.