Todd read through two ecclesiastical scriptures written in Latin, a rhetorical anthology, and several grammar models.
If he hadn't delayed the progress of the course by pretending to be stupid and deliberately making mistakes, Master Miles, who had fallen into madness, could have even made him read all the books on a row of bookshelves.
After walking out of the classroom, Todd felt that his throat was smoking and there were stars in front of his eyes. His body could no longer be supported, and he sat down on the grass, rubbing his temples with both hands.
Suddenly the ringing of the clock tower came to his ears, and people were walking towards the main hall one after another. Todd looked at the sun hanging above his head, and suddenly realized that he could finally have a full meal!
In the happy mood of having a big meal and eating all kinds of things, he followed the monks through the cloister and entered the dining hall. He followed the example of others and received wooden bowls and spoons, and queued up in front of several large barrels.
It was not the buffet he had imagined, which made him a little disappointed.
However, the scene of queuing for food reminded Todd of the scene in the university cafeteria. The difference was that the monks all lowered their heads, no one was whispering to each other, and even the sound of coughing was inaudible, which made him feel sick.
The soul in that previous life was extremely uncomfortable and even a little creepy.
Looking at the queue in front of him, the white-haired old monk received the lunch meal from a young man, bowed deeply, and said in his mouth: "Thank you for the food.
"Todd curled his lips disapprovingly, stretched out the wooden bowl, and followed the same instructions. Then he looked up and saw the lunch in the bowl, and the bright look on his face shrank directly into his throat.
What are these things?!
Boiled thin oatmeal porridge, with a few faintly visible green vegetable leaves and a few small pieces of poor pickled radish dotted on top.
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) at home was a hundred times better than this!
Boom, boom, boom!
The person who cooked the rice tapped the side of the bucket with the back of his spoon, signaling Todd to step back after getting the rice, so that the people behind him could follow.
After finding an unoccupied seat, Todd felt the "squirming" coming from his stomach, folded his arms across his chest, took a deep look at the "delicious food" in the bowl, and began to think about the importance of belly wrapping or dignity.
important philosophical questions.
Huggins found him again.
This guy is like a traveling merchant traveling in the wilderness, able to take out different food from his arms at any time.
Looking at the middle-aged man wearing gloves and handing him an egg and an apple, Todd began to miss the days of traveling with him endlessly. At least eating without repeating every day always gave him different expectations.
"Eat more, or you won't make it through the afternoon."
ha?
What's the meaning?
The serious look on the other person's face made Todd have to re-evaluate the balance in his heart.
After mustering up the courage and closing his eyes, Todd tremblingly took the rice spoon and put the first bite of food into his mouth.
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San Sidro Monastery was built on a hill in the northwest wilderness next to the Silver Ring Kingdom. It is close to the "source of clouds and mist" Falling Star Mountains to the north, the Moon Stream Plain to the south, Watching Castle to the east, and rapids can be seen to the west.
Geographically speaking, the island is located at the intersection of four different landform areas.
Inside the monastery, with San Sidro Cathedral as the center, all the buildings will be arranged according to the structure of a cross. On the right side of this "cross" is the residence of the senior monks of the monastery. This is also imitating the church's Saint
According to the allusion in the book, after the Son ascended to heaven, he sat on the right side of the throne of the Father. On the left side of the cross was the collective residence of the monks. They lived together and were equal to each other, regardless of superiority or inferiority.
The place closest to the main entrance of the monastery is the place closest to the secular world, which is the residence for visitors and the poor, as well as some other living areas. The furthest away are the dead people, whose holy souls are on their way to the
The direction of heaven - the public cemetery of the monastery. Cemeteries are often built in the east where the sun rises, symbolizing resurrection after death. However, the residences of visitors are arranged in the west, symbolizing secular people and their "mortal" world.
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At the foot of the hill where the monastery is located, there is a cultivated field where common crops are grown to support the monks' self-sufficiency.
The chill of early spring condenses the moisture in the air into frost, making the soil under your feet icy cold.
Waving the simple wooden hoe in his hand and turning over the hard lump of earth, Todd finally understood the meaning of the Slavic man's words.
He straightened his waist, patted his sore and swollen thighs hard, and looked at the farmland under his feet. He really wanted to find someone to ask why it was so different from what he imagined.
Those monasteries in the literary works of previous generations often mentioned 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 as rich as the country. Is that all fake?!
Looking up into the distance, Master Miles, wearing a patched and shabby cloth, burying his head in the vegetable fields, swallowed the complaint that came to Todd's lips.
"You don't look like a farmer's child."
The whisper from the person behind him made his heart tremble.
Edgar carried a wooden basket on his back and picked up stones and branches from the field. His eyes when he looked at Todd became colder and colder.
Todd, who had never been engaged in agricultural work, sighed and was about to bend down again, but saw a line of black smoke rising not far from the foot of the mountain.
"What's there?"
Edgar sniffed, looked back along Todd's hand, and replied nonchalantly: "Workshop."
The latter stared at the smoke and dust in the air, lowered his head, and secretly made a calculation in his heart.
Two hours later, the time came to three o'clock in the afternoon.
This is also a rare rest time of the day at the Monastery of San Sidro.
After taking a moment to breathe, Todd wiped the soles of his feet, put on his cloth shoes, looked at the little tail who was still following behind him - Edgar, and went to the workshop built outside the monastery.
Said to be a workshop, to be more precise, it might be more like a smelting room.
In a studio built with two rows of stones, four or five craftsmen and a dozen apprentices were busy working on the work at hand around a firing furnace.
A square stove looks like a stove, about 2 meters in height. There is a huge stove pit in the middle with a vertical baffle in the middle. There are three openings below. The feed inlet and air inlet are placed together.
The middle is separated by a baffle, and the rest is the discharge port. During smelting, iron ore is put into the feed port, carbon powder is put into the air inlet, and water is sprayed and air is blown.
The most primitive smelting device in the European Middle Ages was not even a cylindrical furnace in appearance. It could only be called a pit stove (bowl furnace).
Todd has no memory of where this type of furnace was invented in the original world or when it was introduced to Europe.
He could only vaguely remember this kind of stove, which seemed to have been used by northern European countries in the early Middle Ages.