One is the rich and the other is the one who pretends to be rich for people to see. Meat is like a luxury.

Of course, people at the bottom can hunt game. But it's not that you can hit anything, it can be said that it is almost not allowed. The right to hunt was with the lord, with the exception of a few animals. For example, wild fowl, hares, burrowing hares.

Originally, Chris thought that meat was expensive, and fish should be cheaper, but he didn't expect that fish was also expensive.

Because Federenburg is inland in Ireland, it is difficult to get fresh fish, which makes shipping costs higher.

And some rich people don't like to eat meat, but they push up the price of fish, so fish is more expensive. It is also difficult to get fish in winter, because the days in Ireland are very short, which is equivalent to the actual time you can travel on the road. Therefore, inland summers are more likely to have fish.

In this case, ordinary people have to eat pickled fish. Most of the people at the bottom most often eat pickled herring.

Chris had heard of a famous method of cutting the herring in half and smoking, and the name it was smoked was very delicious, and Chris thought that when he had money in the future, he must buy it for Cole Sr. to taste.

The second most common is salted white-fleshed fish, such as cod, which is also eaten by the middle and lower classes of the locality. Of course, in Chris's memory, the price of cod in his previous life was no longer cheap because of the restriction on the number of catches.

Recently, there is a food called eel jelly in the West End, and the price is also cheap, Chris has eaten it once, and he thinks that the taste is not friendly, but Cole eats it with relish.

As for drinks, most people drink ale wine, or ale wine, which differs from beer in that ale wine does not add hops.

People here generally don't drink water, not only because the water is not clean, but for those who struggle to make ends meet, beer not only provides precious calories. It also provides a range of minerals and vitamins that most people lack in their diets.

The drinkers were usually celibate men and the like, because the brewing of ale was considered the duty of the wife here. In the past, Cole used to drink Julie's ale a lot, but now he can't.

Of course, ale without hops is prone to spoilage and sourness, so people like to add various things to it to try to hide the spoiled taste.

If farmers can't eat their bread with beer, their health may be even worse.

By this time, poverty and the rise of tea drinking had turned beer into a consumable that agricultural laborers could not afford. For the same reason, coffee and cocoa are also starting to gradually become popular.

One of the benefits of having bread and beer for breakfast is that you don't have to do much preparation. Since there is no need to light a fire, people do not need to get up early. For those who start work early and can't get home for breakfast later, bread and beer are the smartest choice.

As for champagne, red and white wines, that's what the middle class drinks.

According to old Cole, you can drink a glass of wine for 0.5 to 1 pence.

Cole drank it when he was married, and he drank it when Ryan was born, and he will never forget the deliciousness of red wine in his life.

Most of the red wines come from Bordeaux in their home country at 3 to 4 pence per gallon, and in Trein in Ireland they cost 6 to 8 pence per gallon, and Segal, Lemberg and Marceek are about the same price as Bordeaux.

The cheapest is the wine of the Kingdom of Artis, which is generally half the price of Bordeaux. It's just that most of the wine in the Kingdom of Artis is mostly drunk by nobles, and it is generally not available in taverns.

Taverns generally only sell wine and do not sell ale wine. But there is a place called the Ale Wine House that sells Ale wine, not wine, and sometimes cider.

Cole also said that the most famous of these is the Gallode winery from the Champagne province of Champagne in Ireland. Even the nobles of the Vorsac Empire, the kingdoms of Goulport, and Artis revered the wines of Château Callode.

Hearing Cole say this, Chris thought he used to be an alcoholic.

Oh, the invisible drunkard.

And when Chris was six years old, a profound event happened that made Chris etch it into his bone marrow!

That night, Chris had a fight with his adoptive father, Cole, for the first time, and the content of the quarrel was simple and complicated, that is, Cole was sick.

Before the crossing, Chris, that is, Lin Zhi was a surgeon, and he also learned some simple Chinese medicine knowledge.

From Cole's hoarse cough and blood in the sputum every night, as well as the soreness and pain of the waist and knee joints from time to time, and the inadvertent holding of Cole's wrist, it is indeed a careful counting of pulses, and it is more certain that it is the lung and kidney yin deficiency caused by perennial physical exertion, and there is no Chinese medicine in this world that can nourish yin and replenish deficiency, and Western medicine is still in the embryonic state.

So Chris's solution was simple, which was to ask Cole to reduce his daily workload and repair his already broken body.

Cole naturally disapproves of this suggestion, reducing the workload means that the two of them will starve, Cole himself thinks that starvation does not matter, but Chris ......

So, Chris, who couldn't beat Cole, made a big fuss for the first time, and ran out in a fit of rage in the night, with Cole's shouting behind him.

In the cold night, Chris in a single shirt ran and ran a little regretful, after all, it was cold, and thinking of Cole's silent efforts that he had never squeaked all these years, Chris could no longer hold back the tears in the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly, Chris stops because he realizes that he has run too far and is lost.

Chris was not far away, there was a faint light, and Chris was so cold that he had no choice but to knock on the door.

Bang bang bang!

A few seconds later, the iron door in front of Chris opened, and it was a kind-eyed old woman of seventy or eighty.

Chris looked at the old lady and was about to speak, when he heard the old lady ask with concern:

"Poor little fellow, how are you here alone. Oh my God, look how cold you are, come in and warm up. ”

With that, he led Chris into the living room of his room.

Chris took the hot water handed by the old lady, and thanked him while drinking it:

"I'm really sorry to disturb your old man so late, I just ran away from home and got lost, where did you get here?

The old woman looked surprised when she heard this, "Why did you run so far, this is the black and blue grass street in the West District, and it is far away from the street of Belland." You might as well stay here for one night and go home tomorrow morning when the weather is a little warmer. ”

Chris nodded his head, it was cold outside at night and he couldn't see the road clearly, so he had to go home tomorrow.

"Grandma, where is your family?"

The old woman looked at Chris, and then seemed to fall into memory, her expression was very kind in the dim light, "My husband died very early, and several eldest sons also left me early. ”

As she spoke, the old woman touched her stomach with a happy face, "But fortunately, with the blessing of the gods, I have a family again." ”

"Home...... Family?" Chris stammered for a moment, "Where's your family?"

"Here it is. ”

The old woman pointed to her belly, as if in response to the old woman's words, her belly was actually rolling, as if there was really something in it!

Chris really broke out in a cold sweat after seeing this scene, and he only wondered if he was hallucinating.

Then I saw the old woman looking at her kindly, but she said strange words:

"Little one, you are so cute, would you like to stay and be my family?"

"No! No!"

Chris hurriedly shook his head, no longer caring for any politeness, threw down his teacup and turned his head to rush to the living room, running out of the iron door.

Chris only heard the sound of what seemed to be a trip behind him and the screams of a baby, and only felt that the blood flow in his whole body was accelerating, and he ran for half an hour before he stopped panting.

He couldn't run.

Chris turned his head to look around, and found that he seemed to have run to a familiar street, and Chris had to walk slowly in the cold wind with his heavy legs.

As the pale sun rises in the east, Chris finally sees the familiar streets of Belland.