Wu Qingchen frowned.

"Do you want to eat now? You've been tired all night."

I didn't have time to poach the past two days, so I ran around for the middle of the night. When I heard Old William reminding me, Wu Qingchen touched his stomach and felt a little hungry, so I took a piece of bread from my pocket.

"Okay..." Seeing that Wu Qingchen had no intention of continuing to take it, Old William turned his head and glanced around, and his eyes passed by his children: "Children, don't tell anyone about bread, don't cause trouble."

Old William's order is not an exaggeration. In the Middle Ages, there were moldy traces. The black bread you must pick and choose from at the bottom are all treasures. The value of white bread is naturally even more amazing. A piece of white bread appears in the thief's den, which may even cause a bloody conflict.

"Okay..." Picking up the thin thread that Wu Qingchen had thrown down before, Old William handed the bread bag to Jacqueline, "Please put it away carefully, there are many mice in the house..."

"Huh, what is this?"

After a while, Jacquelin, who was tidying up her bread bag, suddenly showed a strange look. Several people looked at Jacquelin and soon found that two small shiny knuckle-sized circles were spread out on the palm of her spreading right hand.

"This... looks like an iron piece that has never been used..." Idra pinched it, "...No, it doesn't look like..."

"It's not an iron piece..." Old William touched another piece: "The iron piece is not so soft, nor is it so bright..."

"Maybe the iron used by the men is different!"

"What's the difference between Master's iron? Have you never seen the farm tools in the commons?"

"That's the iron for everyone. Isn't it necessary for the master to use himself..."

"That's right... I heard that the master has a spoon specially used for eating at home... Is this also a tableware? a tableware for eating bread?"

"How to eat it so round?"

There was a sound of discussion in the wooden house, and the direction became more and more outrageous.

"This is silver coin!"

When he heard "Is this food too?" and saw Grace stuffing them into his mouth and biting them, Wu Qingchen finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Sler (silver coins)?" Old William learned the syllables issued by Wu Qingchen, "What is silver coins? By the way, can this thing be eaten?"

Wu Qingchen has entered a petrochemical state.

"cannot…"

Wu Qingchen shook his head weakly.

Retrieve two rough, flat corners from William and Grace.

The silver coins are marked with two small lines of characters crookedly on the surface. The upper row starts with the Baron Akford collar, and the next two words are forks and forks, and the lower row is full of forks and forks...

The meaning of Cha Cha Cha is that Wu Qingchen doesn’t know him yet.

However, even with so many forks, Wu Qingchen could at least see that this was obviously the currency that the Baron had minted himself, which was probably used for transactions between territories.

In the medieval world, "I haven't seen money" is not a joke, but a fact. Most villagers have never seen such a formal currency in their lives. The fines paid by the master are usually based on "slots", and most of the time, they are directly calculated in real things.

"Okay, okay, don't guess randomly." Wu Qingchen stuffed the silver coins back into his pocket. "This should be the farming officer's thing. He probably put it in the bag and forgot to take it away. I'll return it to the master tomorrow."

"And...why is this?" Wu Qingchen looked at Jacqueline strangely. The latter was under the guidance of old William, tying his pockets carefully, and his eyes were browsing around, as if he was looking for a suitable storage location: "Don't you eat?"

"Let's eat?" Old William showed a stranger expression: "Didn't you hear the instructions of the farming officer? This is your bread. How can we eat it for the food you have for the past few days?"

While saying that, Old William pointed at his family, Jacqueline, Idra, and Grace all had a look of their own, and only Little Nina secretly swallowed a few saliva.

"Of course you can eat it!" Wu Qingchen waved his hand quickly: "It's okay, everyone eat it, let's eat it together."

"No! How can this be done!" Before the other people's reaction, Old William shook his head quickly: "Loss, you have to treat the oxen in the village starting tomorrow. You must eat it better, and there must be no mistakes... If you want to put away these breads, you can only eat them alone!"

"No, no, I can't finish it alone."

"How come you can't finish it?" Old William looked dissatisfied. "Half a piece of bread with a meal. So much bread, no matter how much you save, it's only enough for you to eat for a long time..."

It's been a long time...

Wu Qingchen's eyes swept around the wooden house quickly, the black roof, the dirty ground, the moldy pillars...

Such an environment plus summer temperature...

Dad, please spare me!

There is no concept of bacteria and viruses in the Middle Ages. Villagers who can eat moldy black bread will probably not agree with the meaning of "spoiled"...

"Father, I really can't eat it alone... Moreover, it only takes a few days to treat plowing oxen, and it doesn't take so much, so let everyone eat a little..."

"It only takes a few days... to eat a little..."

I don’t know what this sentence touched Old William’s thoughts. Suddenly, the gray-haired farmer raised his head slightly, his eyes were lost, and his right hand holding his pocket trembled slightly. It took him a long time to come back to his senses: “Los, do you really want to give it to everyone?”

Please eat it!

"Yes, father."

"Okay, Los..." Old William finally calmed down again. After sighing deeply, Old William opened his pocket again: "...This is your bread, you can really decide."

While saying that, Old William carefully took out a piece of bread, slowly tore it into four portions, and distributed it to Jacqueline, himself and three children.

"Father, you eat too." Wu Qingchen tore off half of the bread in his hand and handed it to Old William.

"No, I'm not hungry." Old William waved his hands repeatedly to refuse. Wu Qingchen handed it several times in a row. Old William finally took the bread, left a very small piece, and stuffed the remaining part back into Wu Qingchen's hand with all his strength and strength.

There was nothing to say in the wooden house. Holding a small piece of bread, Old William and the others carefully tore it into extremely small pieces, put it in their mouths, and there was almost no chewing.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Wu Qingchen sighed deeply.

Wu Qingchen understood that due to the tight time and the tired farm work, when eating, whether old William, Idra, Grace, Jacqueline, or Little Nina, they all looked like they were sweeping away the wind and swallowing the clouds. At this time, they were all so small and slow, they were just trying to extend the time to taste white bread and remember this rare taste.

Looking at the relatives of the Middle Ages, trying to remember the smell of white bread, suddenly, Wu Qingchen sighed deeply.

Remember this taste.

Wu Qingchen told himself.
Chapter completed!