The thirteen or fourteen-year-old Loss/More, or Wu Qingchen, did not notice it at all. Unintentionally, he set a goal that Old William seemed quite ambitious.

Wu Qingchen has no extra energy to consider for such a trivial matter.

It has been ten days since I entered the Middle Ages.

Wu Qingchen muttered silently again.

Half past the morning, this is Wu Qingchen's eighth time today.

From this we can see how old Wu Qingchen lived in the Middle Ages.

There is no way, in this dream world, clothing, food, housing, transportation, and the four elements of human survival, nothing is that it makes Wu Qingchen feel pain.

Just talk about clothes.

Clothes... More precisely, Wu Qingchen refused to recognize their identities until now.

After countless professors' severe attitudes, entering the medieval world, Wu Qingchen has actually tried his best to prepare for hardships and hardships. The robes in the medieval world must be sewn by housewives themselves. Such garbage must have rough fabrics, ugly styles, sparse stitches, and overlapping patches...

If it were just this, Wu Qingchen could actually tolerate it.

However, reality gave Wu Qingchen a heavy blow.

Wu Qingchen had never even heard of the fact that there is actually a kind of cloth for clothes in the world, which can be worse than mops that have been used for at least three years; there is actually a kind of fiber of clothes in the world, which can be harder than iron wire balls that specialize in washing dishes in restaurants;

Wearing such clothes, every day and every move is a brand new challenge for Wu Qingchen.

Because Wu Qingchen had sufficient reason to suspect that his movements only needed to be slightly larger, and his skin was likely to be cut out by the rough clothes and one or two bloody wounds...

What’s even more tragic is that such garbage is still a very precious property for families in the Middle World!

A outer robe, an inner robe, and a pair of wooden shoes, this is all the items Wu Qingchen owns, related to wearing.

Because of this tragedy, Wu Qingchen faced a very difficult choice to wash his outer robe first or inner robe first.

This directly concerns whether you should be wearing a vacuum or wearing a underwear the next day.

As for not washing...

It was already miserable to be a beggar-like native to have to wear a mop like a beggar. Is it really like other beggars who wear a mop that they have not washed for three years?

Thinking of this, Wu Qingchen felt a little nauseous.

However, Wu Qingchen was not worried that he would vomit at all, because in the past ten days, Wu Qingchen had never eaten enough.

Every day, every meal, Wu Qingchen ate the same food.

Green soup, green pods, green paste.

What's even more excessive is that the appearance of these three things is still extremely ugly as ever. There is no need to get into the mouth. Just a glance is full of appetite.

Especially the green paste.

Until now, Wu Qingchen hasn't figured it out. It's obviously peas, but when they are put into the pot and come out, they will turn into such a strange thing.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are weird.

After eating for two days, Wu Qingchen discovered that there is an important reason why food in the Middle Ages is so unpalatable.

Because they are pure natural green and healthy foods.

More specifically, food from the Middle Ages contains almost no seasoning ingredients.

No oil, no pepper, no spice, no MSG...

Only after eating such a meal for two or three days in a row will the middle-aged woman who cooks will first look out the door sneakily, and after confirming that no one will pass by, she will quickly walk into the depths of the wooden house and turn out a wooden box from under the bed in the corner.

Be careful and take great care of a piece of black powder from the wooden box, grinding out a little black powder from an object that looks like a stone.

Finally, put the black powder into the cooked food.

The whole process is like a drug addict who has been bankrupt and has taken out the last nerve anesthetic agent that he made himself with cold medicine and tranquilizer!

And these black powdered drugs are actually just the worst salt.

With this kind of salt, the food does have a little bit of insignificant saltiness, but at the same time, it also has a bit of astringent and bitterness.

It also makes the originally natural enough sluts taste closer to the taste of leaves.

Even with such leaves, there are only two meals a day.

Yes, there are only two meals a day!

Generally speaking, Wu Qingchen's life trajectory is generally like this in these ten days:

The sun had not risen in the morning, and it was still dark from all directions. At about 4 or 5 a.m., Wu Qingchen followed his father out of the house.

After walking on the dilapidated village road for half an hour to an hour, the sky was slightly bright, and Wu Qingchen almost happened to stand in the field.

Next, I buried my head and fucked hard for about three or four hours, and my whole body was sore and I could no longer do it, and then I walked with my father for half an hour to an hour to go home.

It was around 9:10 am and I started eating my first meal of the day, which is breakfast.

After breakfast, I rested for about ten minutes, followed my father again and walked out of the house, and started to do the work of not telling whether it was morning or afternoon, because they were often connected and there was almost no rest in the middle.

He kept working like this until the sky began to darken, and Wu Qingchen once again dragged his tired body away from the field and walked around for about an hour. The sun was almost completely set, and he was just going home when he couldn't see the road clearly.

This is the second meal of the day, that is, dinner.

The authentic work from sunrise and rest from sunset, never a day's interval.

A long time ago, when Wu Qingchen was a very ordinary young man on the 21st century, he was free to read books about ancient times or watch movies about ancient times. Wu Qingchen once had some doubts: he always said that the ancient peasants were extremely laborious and had almost no time to spare. What exactly did they do?

Now, Wu Qingchen understood a lot.

The simplest situation: I have only been in the Middle Ages. After following my father and brother, Wu Qingchen has already traveled all over the village, southeast, west and northeast, and has a basic understanding of the basic situation of the village.

Of course, this is not a trip to the mountains and rivers, nor is it a father who noticed Wu Qingchen's first arrival and led the familiar environment.

The reason for this is that Wu Qingchen's family's land is not concentrated, but is scattered around the village. Wu Qingchen roughly calculated that in these ten days alone, there have been more than 30 places where he has worked.

Each place is at least half an hour away from his own wooden house. Just walking to the fields and then walking home from the fields, Wu Qingchen spent at least one-third of his time every day.

What’s even more terrifying is that the thirty fields that Wu Qingchen has seen so far are at least half the size of a football field.

In other words, if it is spread equally by head, every man in Wu Qingchen's family will have to bear at least five football fields the size of a labor area.

The five football fields have a large labor area, and most of them are made of wooden farm tools;

This is Wu Qingchen's labor intensity.

There are only two meals a day, all of which are vegetarian, without any meat or even oil;

This is Wu Qingchen's nutritional level.

The huge difference between the two, coupled with the completely disagreeable taste, will anyone understand why Wu Qingchen has not had a full meal for ten days.

In short, wearing rags, eating leaves, sleeping in the grass, and stepping on mud, this is the food, clothing, housing and transportation in Wu Qingchen's medieval world.

What is poverty?

After spending ten days of pain and even washing your face, you have to search through the entire wooden house to find half of the rag, Wu Qingchen has a deeper understanding of poverty:

What is poverty? Poverty is a spotless trash can, with nothing extra.

Chapter (Part 2)

"Los...Los... wake up, it's time to leave."

It was morning. After another unpalatable breakfast, Wu Qingchen, who was resting quietly with his eyes closed, gradually became a little confused.

After being pushed for a while, Wu Qingchen came to his senses. Grace stood by and prepared the farm tools he would use next.

At this time, Wu Qingchen no longer needed to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Wu Qingchen has been able to understand the language of the medieval world basically, and there are no obstacles to dialogue.

Don’t get me wrong. Mastering a foreign language in ten days is not because Wu Qingchen has a rare language talent, but because this foreign language is too simple.

To be precise, it should be barren or backward.

When sociologists and linguists taught Wu Qingchen, they once said that language is a tool for communication, especially for daily spoken language, the complexity of language is closely linked to the degree of social development. Without a complex social environment, there will be no developed spoken language system.

The medieval world also followed the same rules.

Similar to the learning process of most languages, Wu Qingchen first came into contact with languages ​​in the medieval world.

From the noun, we can see the degree of backwardness of the languages ​​in the medieval world.

Do you know what the huge fireball hanging in the sky during the day is called?

sun.

Do you know what the disc hanging in the sky is called at night?

It's also the sun.

Do you know what the rush that is occasionally lit is called?

Still the sun!

Did you see it? This is the term in the medieval world!

The important task of distinguishing these three suns fell on the adjectives of the medieval world.
To be continued...