Six hours in the morning.

A full six hours.

Todd read through two church books written in Latin, an anthology of rhetoric, and several sample grammar essays.

If it weren't for the fact that he was pretending to be stupid and deliberately making mistakes, delaying the course progress, the insane Master Myris would have been able to read all the books on the shelves in a row.

As he walked out of the lecture hall, the boy felt that his throat was smoking, and Venus was shining in front of him. The body could no longer be supported, and he sat on the grass with his buttocks, and rubbed his temples with both hands.

Suddenly there was the sound of the bell tower ringing in his ears, and people around him walked in the direction of the main hall one after another, Todd looked at the sun hanging above his head, and suddenly realized that he could finally eat a full meal!

In the mood for a feast and a feast, he followed the monks through the cloister and into the dining hall, where he followed the others to receive the wooden bowls and spoons, and lined up in front of several large vats.

It wasn't the expected buffet and he was a little disappointed.

However, this scene of queuing up for dinner can't help but remind the boy of the scene in the college cafeteria. The difference was that the monks all lowered their heads, no one talked to each other, and even the sound of coughing was faint, which made the soul of the previous life in his body extremely uncomfortable, and even a little creepy.

Looking at the gray-haired old monk in front of him, he received the noon meal from a young man, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you for the food." Todd pursed his lips disapprovingly, stretched out the wooden bowl, and did so, and then looked up to see the lunch in the bowl, and the bright look on his face shrank directly into his throat.

What the hell is this?!

Boiled thin oatmeal, a few green leaves looming, a few small pieces of poor dried pickled radish dotted on it.

Is this something for people to eat?

In the previous life, the food of Henry (male dog, 4 years old) and Sonia (female cat, 2 and a half years old) in the family was a hundred times better than this!

Knock knock!

The man tapping the back of the spoon on the edge of the bucket and motioned for Todd to get the food and step back so that the people behind him could follow.

Finding an unoccupied seat, the boy felt the "squirming" in his belly, crossed his arms around his chest, looked deeply at the "delicacies" in the bowl, and began to think about the philosophical question of the importance of belly wrapping and dignity.

Huggins found him again.

This guy is like a traveling merchant in the wilderness, who can take out different food from his bosom at any time.

Looking at the middle-aged man handing him an egg and an apple in gloves, Todd began to miss the days of traveling with him infinitely, at least the daily non-repetitive food always made him look forward to something else.

"Eat more, or you won't survive the afternoon." ”

Ha?

What do you mean?

The serious look on the other party's face made Todd have to reassess the balance in his heart.

Mustering up courage and closing his eyes, the boy trembled and took the spoon and poured the first bite of food into his mouth.

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The Monastery of San Sidro was built on a hill in the northwestern wilderness next to the Silverring Kingdom, close to the Falling Star Mountains, the source of the clouds, to the north, to the south by the Moon Creek Plain, to the east near the Watch Fort, and to the west by Waiheke Island. Geographically, it is located at the intersection of four different geomorphological regions.

Inside the monastery, centered on the Basilica of San Sidro, all the buildings are arranged according to the structure of a cross. To the right of this "cross" is the residence of the high monks of the monastery. This is also an allusion to the Church scriptures, where the Son sits on the right side of the Father's throne after his ascension. On the left side of this cross is the communal dwelling of the monks, who live in communion, on an equal footing with each other, without distinction between the inferior and the inferior.

The closest to the main entrance of the monastery is the closest to the secular world, where the visitors and the poor live, as well as a number of other living quarters. Far from there are the dead, their holy souls on their way to heaven – the communal cemetery of the monastery. Cemeteries are often built in the east where the sun rises, symbolizing the resurrection after death, while the visitor's residence is arranged to the west, symbolizing the secular people and their "mortal" world.

At the foot of the hill where the monastery is located, there is a cultivated field where the usual crops are grown for the monks to support themselves.

The chill of early spring condensed the moisture in the air into frost, leaving the earth beneath your feet cold and bitter.

Wielding a rudimentary wooden hoe in his hand and turning over the hard clumps of earth, Todd finally understood the meaning of the Slavic man's words.

Straightening his waist and patting his sore thighs hard, looking at the farmland under his feet, he really wanted to ask someone why this place was so different from what he imagined.

In the literary works of the previous life, those monasteries mentioned at every turn that there were thousands of acres of fertile land, countless serfs, clothes to stretch their hands, food to open their mouths, and the wealth of the monks was even rich to rival the country, is that all fake?!

Looking up into the distance, Master Myris, dressed in patched and tattered cloth and buried in the vegetable field, made Todd's complaint swallow into his stomach.

"You don't look like a farmer's child. ”

The whispers of the person behind him made his heart tremble.

Edgar carried the basket on his back, picked up the stones and branches in the field, and looked into Todd's eyes, which grew colder and colder.

The boy, who had never worked in agriculture before, sighed and was about to bend down again, but saw a cloud of black smoke rising not far from the foot of the mountain.

"What's there?"

Edgar sniffled, looked behind Todd's hand, and replied nonchalantly, "Workshop." ”

The latter stared at the smoke and dust in the air, sank his head, and secretly had a plan in his heart.

Two hours later, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

It is also a rare time of the day at the Monastery of San Cidero.

Todd, who had a moment to breathe, wiped the soles of his feet, put on his cloth shoes, and looked at the little tail that was still following behind him, Edgar, and came to the workshop built on the outskirts of the monastery on his own.

It is said to be a workshop, to be precise, it may be more like a smelting room.

In two rows of stone workshops, four or five craftsmen with a dozen apprentices are busy with the work at hand around a firing furnace.

A square stove like a stove, about 2 meters high, there is a huge furnace pit in the middle, equipped with a vertical baffle in the middle, there are three openings below, the inlet and the air inlet are placed together, separated by a baffle in the middle, and the rest is the outlet. When smelting, iron ore is put into the inlet, and carbon powder is loaded into the air inlet, and the air is sprinkled while blowing air.

The most primitive smelting device in the European Middle Ages is not even a barrel furnace in appearance, and can only be called a bowl furnace.

Todd has no memory of where it was invented in the original world, and when it was introduced to Europe.

He only vaguely remembered the stove, which seems to have been used in the northern countries of Europe in the early Middle Ages.

It's an impressive name, and it's hard to forget.

Farmer's stove.