It was already 10:30 in the morning, and there was still some time before lunch, but Werther was already so hungry that his stomach was growling.
Wile heard the voice coming from Werther's belly, so he unbuttoned his coat, took out an oval piece of bread from his arms and handed it to Werther.
This piece of bread is carefully wrapped with clean paper. Its off-white, air-dried appearance is more like a combination of bread and biscuits. No nuts or cheese are added, but it is still enough to satisfy your hunger.
"Your Highness, I knew you would be hungry. Eat some bread first." Wile stuffed the piece of bread into Werther's mouth.
"Hmm." Werther felt the roughness and hardness of the bread. Compared with the bread in the world he originally lived in, this kind of unleavened bread was really far behind. But Werther had been in this world for so many days and was already used to it.
The taste of this bread.
He held the lower end of the bread with his hand, took a bite of the bread and chewed it for a while. It was too dry to swallow, so he asked Wile: "Have you brought any water?"
"Oh, I brought water." Wile took off his outer clothes and turned his back to Werther, "Your Highness, the water bag is hanging on the back of my vest. There isn't much water in it. It's only about a cup."
, save your drink."
"Uh." Witte narrowed his eyes again and reluctantly took off the water bag from Wile's back. A closer look revealed that Wile had sewn a small iron hook on the back of the vest to hang the water bag.
"Can't you be normal, Wile."
"Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness."
"I'm not complimenting you."
Werther felt much better after drinking a sip of water. When he usually ate, he had to drink soup and eat bread to swallow.
The bread eaten by the nobles and the royal family is so difficult to eat. Isn't the bread of common people even more difficult to eat? It may not taste delicious. Ivan happens to be nearby. He must know the diet of his people. Why not ask him?
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"Ivan, what kind of bread did you eat before you came to the castle?"
"Your Highness, when I was at my teacher's house, the bread I ate often contained bran. Although the taste was a little worse than the bread in the castle, it was still pretty good." Ivan recalled, "But before I studied medicine with my teacher,
, my family can only afford the kind of bread that contains not only bran but also wood chips and stones. Now that I think about it, this kind of bread is really unpalatable.”
"Is this the same situation for other people?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
Witte thought that maybe the people in Daybreak Town could put yeast into flour to make soft bread. However, the most important thing now is to make bread with less impurities and sell it to the people at a low price. If the price is to be lowered,
, costs must also be reduced. How can we reduce costs?
Werther couldn't think of this problem for the time being, so he walked forward with Wile and Ivan, and unknowingly walked outside a tavern.
The door of the tavern was half open, and a wooden sign hung on the outside of the door, which read in paint: Barley Beer, Wheat Beer and Bread.
"Great, why don't I go in and taste the bread eaten by the common people, so that I can truly understand the bread."
"Your Highness, this is a good idea."
Werther walked in with Wile and Ivan. It looked relatively simple inside, with only four tables that could seat sixteen people at most. There was a long table on the side and an oven inside the table.
The boss was a girl wearing a brown linen skirt and a white apron. She was baking bread when Werther first came in. The room was filled with the smell of bread and beer.
When the girl saw Werther and others coming in, she quickly stopped.
With the work in hand, he came over and asked with a smile: "What does the guest want to order?"
"Please show me the menu," Witte said.
The girl handed a wooden board in her hand to Werther. Werther thought to himself, it turned out that the recipe was written on the wooden board, which was really novel.
He browsed the board, from top to bottom: a dozen wheat beer, five copper coins; a dozen barley beer, two copper coins; a nut loaf, four copper coins; a plain loaf, three copper coins; butter, one
A dish of honey, two copper coins; a dish of honey, two copper coins.
"It's a bit expensive." Werther couldn't help but sigh.
The girl raised her eyebrows and said: "It has been so expensive all these years, but it should be better starting from autumn tomorrow, because our lord has stopped the wild wolves from continuing to destroy the farm, and there will be more food. By then, these things will naturally
It will become cheaper.”
Werther couldn't help but feel a little proud when he heard the girl promoting his achievements.
"Guest, what do you need?" The girl bent slightly and asked Werther who was sitting on the chair.
"Well, I want a regular bread."
"You only want one piece of bread?" the girl asked, "Are you sure you don't want to order anything else?"
"No need, I just came to feel what civilian bread tastes like." Witte smiled.
The girl's eyes widened in surprise: "You just said you feel the common people... are you a noble? But there are not many nobles in Daybreak Town. Why do you come to a rough tavern like ours instead of the tavern in the neighboring town?"
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At this time, Wile stood up, with the palm of his right hand facing up, pointing his finger at Witte, and introduced: "This is not an ordinary nobleman, this is our Lord and Highness of Dawn Town."
The girl's eyes opened even wider, and she covered her mouth tightly with her hands: "Oh my God, Your Highness! I didn't go to see His Highness when he was competing in cooking. I thought it was a pity, but I didn't expect to be able to be so close now.
Contact His Highness the Lord. Your Highness, please wait a moment and I will bring you some bread."
"Um, okay."
Halfway through, the girl turned around and asked, "Your Highness, would you like some butter or honey?"
Werther thought for a moment and said, "Get another plate of honey."
Soon, the girl brought the freshly baked bread on a wooden plate, along with a small plate of honey and a knife specially designed for cutting bread.
The girl smiled and bowed, and said: "Your Highness, I didn't expect you to come to this shabby place like ours. I'm afraid I didn't entertain you well today. Please forgive me."
"Well, you've done a good job."
Werther carefully observed the piece of bread, which was about the same size as the bread in the castle. The bread in the castle was usually shared between the lord and the servants. Normally, after the lord finished eating, the servants would divide the leftovers.
.However, Werther preferred to divide the portions between the servants and Ivan before eating.
Werther carefully observed the bread on the plate. It was about 20 centimeters long, 10 centimeters wide and 10 centimeters high. It was enough for one person to eat for three or four days. If there were ten people in a family, then this bread would last for one meal.
You can finish the meal.
The color of the bread was between beige and brown, and it smelled very strongly of wheat, but it looked really unappetizing. The plate of honey looked transparent and shiny.
Wile rolled up his sleeves, held a knife, and was about to cut the bread. Werther quickly stopped him and said, "I'll cut it, I want to feel its hardness myself."
"okay."
Werther took the knife and faced it
When the bag was cut, there was only a clicking sound. The hardness was like a biscuit!
He picked up the slice of bread he had just cut and looked at it. There were many crumbs on it, and there was obvious bran in it. It was not unappetizing, and whole-wheat bread was more nutritious. He put the piece of bread on
In the mouth, it is slightly harder than the castle bread, has about the same taste, and is quite palatable.
"Ivan, is this the bread that our people usually eat?" Werther looked at Ivan, "I think it's okay."
"Your Highness, only half of the people can afford this kind of bread, and the other half of the people eat black bread."
"Well, then I want to taste the black bread." Werther turned to the girl and said, "Please give me another piece of the black bread he said."
The girl was stunned for a moment, her eyes full of doubts, her mouth slightly opened, her index finger touching her lower lip, and she stared blankly at Werther.
Werther waved his hand several times before the girl came back to her senses.
"Wait a minute, Your Highness, let me make sure again. Do you want black bread?"
"Yes, I just want brown bread."
"But you are the lord, how can you eat black bread?" The girl was worried and wary, "Your Highness must not be able to adapt to black bread. What if you get a bad stomach after eating it in my tavern?"
Werther waved his hand and said: "It's okay, I won't blame you."
The girl said with some embarrassment: "I don't have brown bread in the store, but my neighbor next door makes brown bread in the communal oven. I'll get you a piece of bread."
Witte took out six copper coins and put them on the table: "Four of them are for ordinary bread and honey. The other two are for black bread. Please help me buy a small piece of black bread from your neighbor.
The remaining money will be used as your errand fee."
The girl put the copper coins into the pocket of her apron and said with a smile: "As you command, Your Highness, I will go find you some black bread now."
The girl ran out quickly, turned around and knocked on the door of the neighbor's workshop. Soon, the girl ran back again.
"Your Highness, I brought black bread." The girl put the black bread on the table.
The moment the bread hit the table, Werther heard a "thunk" sound.
"Oh my god, is it so hard? It's like a brick!"
Werther looked at the bread carefully. The shape was irregular and the smell was not good. He picked up the knife and put it gently on the bread. He used twice as much force to cut the piece of brown bread as he did when cutting ordinary bread.
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After cutting off a corner, Werther looked carefully and found that there seemed to be some sawdust-like dregs inside. This was simply unpalatable to him.
"Your Highness, maybe it will be better if you soak in the water. I will get you a bowl right now."
The girl hurriedly walked forward, scooped out a small bowl of water from the jar, and gave it to Werther. Then she broke off a small piece of black bread and soaked it in it.
After a while, the bread was soaked and swollen, and a lot of dregs separated from the bread and floated on the water. Seeing this, Werther couldn't help but cover his mouth, almost spitting out the bread he had just eaten.
The girl took another spoon, stirred it in the small bowl, and said softly: "Your Highness, please stir it before using it."
However, after the black bread soaked in water was stirred, it seemed more difficult to eat. Werther did not want to eat it, but as a lord, he had already said that he wanted to taste the black bread, so he had to honor it, so as to reflect the lordship