Another day passed.
After everyone finished washing, they went upstairs and walked into the room.
Cheng Qianxun's eyes turned red when he saw the carpet on the floor, including Ted's.
Last night he brought it and spread it on the bed, and taught her how to milk the cows in the morning.
Today he lay on the ground again.
Although she wasn't familiar with Ted, and Ted was the latest to join, he shouldn't be a bad person.
It is true that things in the world are unpredictable and change three times a day.
Lying on the floor, Cheng Qianxun couldn't sleep again.
Every night I am either worried about something or sad because of the departure of my teammates.
Every time I fall asleep when I am extremely tired, and I am the last one to get up in the morning.
Perhaps at this moment, everyone who has not slept is thinking about one thing: whose turn will be next.
Cheng Qianxun didn't know when she fell asleep.
When she woke up, it was bright again.
She quickly got up and looked for clothes to wear.
There are a lot of clothes prepared for her here, enough for her to change one set every day for ten days.
Walking downstairs, Sneijder was cooking cereal again.
In the Middle Ages, it is said that peasants did not even eat breakfast, and what they ate was very little.
They often just had a piece of black bread, a glass of home-brewed wine if the conditions were good, and then they started working.
Europe in the Middle Ages was not as wealthy as it would be five hundred years later.
It was hard work every day, and most of the harvest was taxed.
When the time comes, every farmer will go to the tax official or landlord and ask if they have their own taxes.
If they fail to pay their taxes on time, they will be whipped several times and five or ten times to make them remember to pay taxes.
Fortunately, Cheng Qianxun and the others should have been exempted from this, because they themselves were nobles who came to stay temporarily.
The tax collector didn't know who was responsible for them.
Even if they came and asked, they would at most say that they had paid them somewhere.
After Cheng Qianxun put on his clothes, he went to the dining room, which was connected to the kitchen.
It looks like a modern style, with the living room and kitchen together.
Everyone was busy inside, the milk had been squeezed out, Rudolph was stirring it with a wooden stick, and Jeffrey was making beans.
Of course, Regel's task was to chop firewood.
The firewood was piled high next to the stove that looked like a fireplace.
So he sat and rested.
By the way, look at the two dangerous elements Jeffrey and Rudolf.
Gordon is kneading dough.
Cheng Qianxun rolled up his sleeves after entering: "Do you want to help?
What are you planning to make with the dough?"
Gordon replied: "No, I'm going to try baking brown bread."
"Although black bread is hard and unpalatable."
Jeffrey frowned, grabbed a meat worm, turned around and threw it directly into the fire.
Gordon said angrily: "But a piece of black bread weighs ten pounds and can feed everyone for two or three days.
It's not easy to spoil.
It's quite comfortable now and I can make food all day long.
If something happens in the future, Can I still live like this?"
"We are lucky enough."
Regel sat on the chair and said leisurely: "Do you know what the farmers outside eat?
Their bread has sawdust in it.
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If you want to eat it, you don't cut it with a knife, but with a small saw.
Sawed."
"Being better than the better is better than the worse.
Those who are content are always happy."
Cheng Qianxun walked to Rudolf's side.
Looking at the milk in the bucket, it has begun to semi-solidify like yogurt: "What is this?"
"Butter and white cream."
Rudolph was still stirring: "You can cook it or spread it on brown bread.
It will taste better.
Come and try it."
He put down the wooden stick, took a wooden spoon from the side, carefully scooped a little from the gradually floating solid object, and handed it to Cheng Qianxun.
Cheng Qianxun took it and smiled: "Thank you."
"How dare you eat it?"
Jeffrey rolled his eyes in a sinister manner: "I'm not afraid of poisoning you to death."
Cheng Qianxun laughed bitterly, but still took a sip of the cream on the wooden spoon: "Well, it's really good."
It was indeed good.
After a few days, his mouth felt like a bird, and this rich cream was just enough to satisfy him.
Taste buds, she quickly licked them all clean.
Rudolf continued to be shy and said calmly: "Don't give the butter and white cream that will be made later to people who are afraid of being poisoned.
If you can't finish it, you can keep it to make cheese."
Jeffrey's mouth moved silently, looking unwilling to complain but not daring to complain anymore.
Cheng Qianxun laughed and saw that Sneijder's oatmeal was almost ready, so he went to get wooden bowls and wooden spoons and placed them on the dining table one by one.
It's really inconvenient to work in this kind of clothes.
I started to eat, even if I drank porridge, it was not smooth.
After a while, Jeffrey began to break the silence: "I thought of new evidence last night.
Okay, I admit that I took off Ted's head on purpose, but don't forget who asked me to go There was a wily spy who knew I didn’t want Ted to come back to life, so he asked me to hold his head on purpose.”
Everyone stopped eating porridge temporarily and raised their heads to look at Rudolph.
If this matter is not clarified for a day, it is equivalent to hiding the hidden danger around you for a day.
Whoever was responsible for Ted's death must die.
Gordon's expression was stern and serious: "Rudolph, do you have any explanation for this?"
Rudolph was just as good as Jeffrey, so maybe he was the one who did it, and then put the blame on Jeffrey, and had insight into Jeffrey's psychology, and asked him to carry the head when the body was moved.
Rudolf slowly swallowed the porridge in his mouth, and then said: "If you don't want to hold your head, you can hold your body.
I see that you can hold it upright, even your head is down.
Because you are young, I will I'll leave the lighter work to you.
Of course, you won't have the chance to collect the corpses for others, but we will collect the corpses for you."
Once again, my mind was confused, and it made sense.
"Also," Rudolf calmly wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said with a bit of sarcasm, "Last night, when you were tossing and turning beside me and couldn't sleep because of your guilty conscience, I happened to think of it.
Can you tell me what kind of language was the lingua franca of this period?"
Jeffrey was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "This is Bavaria, it should be German" "No, it should be French... or..."
Sneijder was also unsure.
Reger thought for a while and said: "This should be the time when Christianity was popular.
Both Catholicism and Christianity use Latin."
Rudolf said leisurely: "I know six languages for work needs.
In addition to my own language, I must learn the language of the country I am sent to, namely Russian, English, Mongolian, Finnish, Swedish, and Persian.
Except for English, which is the lingua franca, Countries with other languages are also bordering my country.
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Can I write a whistleblower letter in my language so that the priest can understand it?
Everyone was stunned again, yes, besides English, this priest should not be able to see other pagan languages.
"Okay, I'll write it in English," Rudolf said more convincingly.
He also expressed everyone's thoughts: "But ancient English and modern English are different.
I am not afraid that what I write will make people in the church suspicious.
I use the devil's writing method to write letters.
If the false accusation is not successful, I will be regarded as a wizard first.
Burned at the stake" Jeffrey rolled his eyes and said with a sly smile: "The farmers here should not be able to read.
You can use paintings to express your meaning.
In fact, you don't need to draw more, you only need to draw a three-story house.
Drawing two is almost the same One of them drew an evil figure with a fork and a tail.
Even if the priest was a fool, he would know that he was referring to the steward here. " Rudolph laughed instead: "Your imagination has once again played an amazing role.
It seems that my hands not only kill people, but also have artistic talent."
"But it's more credible than me stealing a gold coin, running to the church where the density is high, and then running back out of breath to eat."
Jeffrey also looked unhurried.
Now I couldn't tell the difference again.
After a while, Gordon yelled: "Stop talking nonsense.
Eat."
There was only a brief moment of calm, and this time it was Regel who spoke.
"From today on, we can't take a shower," Reger announced.
"What?"
Everyone was stunned.
Reger looked at everyone: "Don't you feel why those farmers smell so bad, including the priest?"
It was indeed very smelly.
The priest also wore some kind of perfume on his body.
The smell was almost fragrant, and it became more and more intoxicating.
Reger explained helplessly: "In the fourteenth century, the Black Death, also known as the plague, broke out, killing 30% of the people in Europe.
At that time when medicine was underdeveloped, doctors thought that bathing was a sign of disease invading the body.
Source, only the accumulation of thick dirt on the body can block the virus, so from then on, everyone from the common people to the emperor did not take a bath.
Our bodies are obviously too clean, so starting from today, we cannot take a bath."
"Oh my god" Rudolf stared, not believing his ears.
Maybe he wouldn't be so nervous if he killed someone: "That's right."
"If you don't want to take a shower," Cheng Qianxun asked tentatively: "Then just take a shower once a week; a month."
"It's not a week, it's not a month, it's not a year.
As long as you are here, you will never wash."
Reger emphasized, and said something even more shocking: "Even the king only washes three times in his life.
The second is the birthday, the second is the wedding day, and the third is the burial.
The mother of Henry IV, the current French king, is the most famous example.
She insisted on never bathing her whole life and was canonized as Saint Agnès.
Not bathing was in the eyes of the church.
It is a symbol of holiness.”
"Did I hear you right?"
Sneijder also screamed: "Never take a shower for the rest of your life, that would be like a horror movie."
It's really scary.
The dirt on my body is probably so thick that I can scrape it off with a knife.
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"Is this true?"
Jeffrey almost scratched his head: "Even if I don't like taking a bath, but if I never take a bath, I can't bear it.
No wonder those people scratch their bodies and hats from time to time.
They probably have it all over their bodies.
"Lice" Gordon didn't want to do this, so he discussed: "How about we wash it secretly, and when we have to see people, we can wipe it on ourselves with the dung in the barn."
I can't stand it anymore, I almost want to throw up.
This is the miserable medieval Europe.
Castles, princesses, princes, and knights are all nonsense.
If Snow White and Sleeping Beauty lived in this era, when the prince lowered his head to kiss the princess with her eyes closed, he would definitely be fainted.
"You can take a shower if you want."
Regel had just said something that made people feel relieved.
The next words made people feel more and more headache: "You can only do it secretly.
If you are seen, it is no less than seeing someone using blood to sacrifice the devil.
The priest has not falsely accused us of spreading the plague.
The witch or wizard was then tied to a pyre and burned by the angry peasants.
If you want, you can wash it for a few days.
Eyes, I have already questioned it.”
Reger emphasized his tone: "So from now on, we won't take a shower."
There was a sudden wailing, extremely tragic
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