Wine has been with humans for too long, and perhaps it was just an accident when they were first born, such as the natural fermentation of fruit stored in the hollow of a tree by monkeys, which became the famous 'monkey brew'.Since humans may still be apes when they encounter this accident, it may be called ape brewing at that time.However, with the development of science and technology, the act of making wine is becoming more and more industrialized, and Su Ming himself started by selling moonshine, and still runs the bar of the Peace Hotel, but he has to admit that modern wine is safer.At present, the location and time of everyone are not clear, but we can only roughly judge that it is somewhere in Western Europe in the Middle Ages, and of course it is still on Earth.So if you want to find a bar for news, it's actually very simple, just look for the place with the strongest smell of vomit in town.Because of the immature brewing technology, not only will the wine be filled with various impurities, but it will also be unable to effectively eliminate harmful compounds.For example, the fusel oil in grain wine, as well as acetaldehyde and methanol in high-count wine, can cause a series of manifestations called 'top' when ingested by humans, which is actually mild poisoning.The human body is very interesting, after the brain finds itself slightly poisoned, it will guide the body to vomit, which is the simplest and most direct detoxification measure, probably the ancient people were prone to ingestion of poisonous plants in the wilderness, so it is engraved in the DNA.There is no need to activate the concept of darkness, the smell of strangulation is enough to find the destination, and on the way to follow the smell, Su Ming took a washed sheet from the courtyard of a certain house and draped it on his body to cover his armor."
Yikes!
Don't take other people's sheets, I hope we're not in the UK right now. ”Seeing his move, Bobo immediately jumped to the ground and walked on his own: "Do you know that in the Middle Ages, the English liked to wash clothes with urine?
”"You know, this is actually a decontamination method invented by the ancient Romans."
Su Ming replied calmly, he didn't really care much about this, but enthusiastically told Hermione, who pricked up her ears on the side, a little knowledge: "When the ancient Egyptians made soap from grease and plant ash, the Romans made some kind of paste out of urine and plant ash.
With that, I suddenly found out that Roman orthodoxy was in India?
”It seems that there is a little bit of truth in using urine to decontaminate today, because normal people's urine, with a pH value between 5.5 and 7, is a little slightly acidic, and can dissolve some less stubborn oil stains.What if there is no urine?
It is also possible to use rice washing water, which is also weakly acidic; Or take the dirty clothes to the river to wash, and knock them with a mallet for a while while washing, and physical decontamination can also be done.But the Roman tradition was to use urine, and later this skill spread to Britain, and for a time, there were also professional urine sellers."
What is this?"
The orangutan rolled his eyes speechlessly, and with a little disgust, he pinched the sheet draped by the death knell with two fingers, and sniffed his fingers again, making sure that it smelled: "I'll talk to you about hygiene, and you tell me about India.
Hey, it seems that there is a connection between the two. ”Beginning in 43 AD, the Romans ruled Britain for 400 years, and a thousand years later, the British ruled India for another 200 years."
Huh, right?"
Su Ming picked up the orangutan and put it on his shoulder again: "Don't worry, this sheet is clean, the strangulation has been determined, and it is still a girl's own ninety-nine new one, let alone washed with urine." ”"Hmph."
Hermione let out a snort, flipped the page of the comic book in her hand, and continued to read it to Gianna and Iriel.This cartoon talks about the relationship between the old man Deathstroke and his family, especially the ex-wife who shot him blind in one eye, the daughter who wants to kill him but imitates him everywhere, and the relationship between his gay son and other super second generations, and now several girls are a little interested in this eccentric family.After chatting about history and humanity along the way, we soon arrived at our destination, a wooden second-floor tavern on the edge of the city wall, with a pigsty in front of the store and a few large fat pigs.The road in front of the store is full of mud, I don't know how many people have stepped on it, and the vomit mixed with pig manure is a sanitary feature of this era.The sky was still the same blue, but the orangutan's vision of a medieval bar vanished in an instant, and he found it better not to go the retro route, and because most of his customers were long-lived wizards, he wanted to consider getting some ancient features.It stinks, it's messy, and the drunken man sleeps soundly with the pigs in the pigsty in his arms, which looks like a farce."
These guys, instead of farming in broad daylight, come to the city to drink, really." whispered that the orangutan didn't want to be noticed, and he now began to play the role of a pet.In fact, he also knew that in the Middle Ages, people did not have much knowledge of agriculture at all, and all they needed to do was to drop the seeds in the fields in the spring, and then wait to see how much food God could give in the fall.This state of eating in the sky lasted for a long time, and even for a long time, the peasants carried out a series of strange rituals.For example, if the harvest is bad in the first year, they will think that the land is unhappy, so they will bury their most precious steak or pie on the edge of the field, hoping that the land will give back after eating their food.Speaking of which, this seems to be a kind of animistic worship, they didn't specifically offer sacrifices to a certain god, so could the power of faith be taken away by the forgotten gods?
Bobo felt that he had discovered the great secret, did the forgotten gods survive on the English peasants?
He whispered his reasoning to Deathbell, but the man didn't react in any way, just smoothed the hair on the back of his head, and then led the girls into the bar on their own.Despite being a humble wooden door, the inside and outside of the door are two worlds, and the smell of bad drinks is not only inside the bar, but also the aroma of potatoes and grilled fish.In broad daylight, as Bobo said, the shabby bar was also overcrowded, full of drunken people, some sleeping on their stomachs, some talking, all in English, but with some highland accents."
Well, we're in England, it seems to be near Scotland, it's OK."
Su Ming rubbed his nose and gave his opinion.As for Hermione, who is from England, she just shrugged her shoulders, and she had nothing to say, because the taste of baked potatoes never seemed to change, and in the four kingdoms of Great Britain, only potatoes and fried fish seemed to have the same taste.No matter how much, Su Ming turned his head a little, found a table, and after throwing the four drunks lying on the table to the ground in the distance, he took the girls to sit down, and waited for the order.
(End of chapter)