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Given the conditions of the Middle Ages and the boys' understanding of cleanliness, no matter how clean it was, it would still be the same. In addition, Mo Jiang was not someone who had strong demands for the living environment, so he didn't have any objections to the final result of the cleaning.
If they really intend to follow modern standards, Mojiang should at least prepare necessities such as cleaning agents, mops, and brooms for the teenagers.
Otherwise, demanding modern standards from people based on medieval conditions is simply making things difficult for them.
When inspecting the fence, Mo Jiang shook it vigorously and quickly discovered the problem.
"The stakes were driven too shallowly, and the ropes weren't tied properly. They would fall apart in a strong wind, let alone keep wild boars out."
Mo Jiang could tell that it was a matter of strength and skill.
The boys didn't have enough strength to drive the stakes deeper, and their knot-tying skills were simply lacking.
"Come early tomorrow and bring your tools. We need to tear down and rebuild this fence."
The work of building the fence wasn't done very well, but it was within the allowed limits. It was their inherent weakness, something beyond their control.
However, these teenagers also demonstrated to Mojiang their ability to understand blueprints and work as a team.
This ability is very important.
In Mojiang's rating system, it's not a perfect score, but it's still good enough to be considered excellent.
"You guys pack your things, I'll bring dinner back later."
With that, Mo Jiang left, found an empty house, pushed open the door, and returned to the modern world. Several teenagers began to tidy up the discarded wooden furniture, the debris from making fences, and also cleared away the surrounding weeds.
While packing up, the boys couldn't help but wonder what they would eat for their simple meal.
Recalling the feast that consisted entirely of meat at noon, the boys swallowed their saliva with unusual loudness.
Not long after, Mo Jiang emerged from the wooden house. None of the boys knew when Mo Jiang had gone inside.
It was still the same wooden barrel at noon, and the aroma of spices could still be smelled from several steps away.
The overpowering aroma of fried chicken, mixed with pepper and oil, exploded, crashing hard against the olfactory nerves of the four teenagers.
Henry sniffed sharply, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably with a clear "gulp".
Matthias stared at the bucket piled high with golden, crispy fried chicken nuggets, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.
Fritz and Matthew weren't much better off. The potatoes and thick meat soup they had for lunch seemed to have never existed. Their stomachs were now rumbling with hunger.
"Wash your hands with soap, and do this before every meal from now on."
After the boys had washed their hands, Mo Jiang opened the lid of the wooden bucket, which was filled with a whole bucket of chicken, its golden skin emitting a crispy, fried aroma.
Mo Jiang was too lazy to cook, so he simply ordered a family bucket meal at Modern Restaurant.
The only problem is that there are a lot of items in the set meal, so much so that the nearest store even called to confirm.
However, Coca-Cola Mojiang did not bring it. In the prevailing religious environment of the Middle Ages, black drinks would be regarded as the pus of demons.
Bringing them here is just asking for trouble.
Before you have a solid foundation, don't bring things that medieval people can't understand, or at least don't use them in front of them.
Just like at noon, Mo Jiang finished eating before they were willing to move.
After finishing their meal in Mojiang, they followed Mojiang's example, reaching into the wooden bucket to scoop out fried chicken and fries and placing them on their lunchboxes before finding a place to sit down and eat.
Mo Jiang gave them the same lunchboxes as himself, but because of his large appetite, he always specifically chose extra-large lunchboxes.
When you put the lid on and lift it up, it looks like you're holding a washbasin.
The teenagers were initially interested in the colorful plastic lunchboxes, but these days, fried chicken and fries clearly outweighed anything else in terms of their taste buds.
Although the lunchboxes came with a spoon of the same color, the boys showed no interest in using it and instead began tearing into their fried chicken as wildly as Mo Jiang had done earlier.
Soon, only the sounds of chewing and satisfied gasps remained at the entrance of the wooden house.
The boys wolfed down their food, their eyes occasionally glancing at the overflowing wooden bucket.
Their plates were empty, not even the smallest crumb was left behind, and their eyes were still glued to the bucket.
There was still about half a bucket of fried chicken and fries left, and even though the boys couldn't eat anymore, they still couldn't bear to look away.
Today was the first time in their lives they had ever experienced the feeling of eating until they were stuffed, and it was meat that had been thoroughly seasoned.
Even Henry, who came from the wealthiest family, never imagined that Russian thick meat soup would exist.
That one pot of thick meat broth alone is probably equivalent to the meat consumption of everyone in Skarlitz for three months.
Including Lord Radji!
Mo Jiang waved his hand and said, "You can divide up the contents of the bucket and take them home yourselves. The lunchboxes and spoons are also yours. Remember to bring them with you when you eat."
It's getting dark. That's all for today. Tomorrow morning, bring a hammer and some sturdy wooden wedges.
Take it home?!
Henry and the others held their breath for a moment.
Even if these remaining items were placed in Lord Radji's castle, they would still be considered the ultimate luxury.
Not to mention that there was so much meat left, even if it was divided among four people, each family member would at least get a piece.
"Thank you... thank you, sir!" Henry was the first to react, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Thank you, sir!"
"You are so generous!"
The boys blushed; they had never seen such a reward before.
Mo Jiang didn't say much, just waved them off: "Clean up before you leave."
"Come early tomorrow, I'll teach you how to tie the rope."
As he spoke, he took out Roshen and handed it to Henry. Henry was the first to understand the blueprints and took the lead when assigning tasks. The four-person group had basically chosen a leader.
"Two coins each, this is your wages for today. Use the rest to buy the necessary props."
Before leaving, they bowed deeply towards the direction of Mojiang River inside the wooden house, then hurriedly ran back home with their full lunchboxes in their arms.
Watching the boys' departing figures, Mo Jiang smiled silently, "Whether it's modern times or the Middle Ages, kids this age are always full of energy."
……
Meanwhile, Henry returned home carrying a lunchbox, and as soon as he entered, he heard his mother's worried voice, "Henry, where have you been all day? You haven't even come home for dinner. Are you hungry...?"
"Father! Mother!"
Henry interrupted his parents, placed the lunchbox he was carrying on the table, and opened it. Instantly, the aroma of spices filled the entire cabin.
He would then flaunt his earnings from the past few days by placing them on the table.
That was the wages that an ordinary farmer could earn over a long period of time—a full six Grossens.
“I work for a gentleman who is very generous. You should try this; it’s our light meal for today. The rest of the food was given to us to take home.”
Hearing Henry's words, the father and mother were initially surprised, but then their eyes widened in astonishment and fascination.
After all, fried chicken really smells delicious.
……
Inside the cabin, Mo Jiang suddenly remembered something, "Oh no, they probably won't be able to come tomorrow!"
Given a long-term "light" diet, today's entire day's consumption of respectable meat and fried chicken likely resulted in a meat and oil intake exceeding what many people in Skaritz eat in their entire lives.
The stomachs of several teenagers probably can't withstand such stimulation.
Mo Jiang rubbed his face helplessly, realizing his oversight. He hadn't considered how sensitive medieval people's stomachs were to oil and meat.
"Prepare some montmorillonite powder for them; hopefully they'll still have the strength to walk tomorrow."
26. Taboos Regarding Enhancing Mental Power
The next day, the medieval boy unsurprisingly suffered from diarrhea after being bombarded with meat from the modern world.
Fortunately, only a few teenagers were infected. Their families only shared a piece of the leftover food they brought home, so they were fine. However, the teenagers who ate the most food suffered the most.
Fortunately, Mojiang came to their door and gave them montmorillonite powder and some modern medicine.
Out of caution, Mo Jiang dissolved the powder in water and had the four boys drink it. As for the powder dissolving in the water and making it very cloudy...
This wasn't a difficult problem for Henry and his group, since they were used to drinking unclean water themselves.
"You can rest today. If you feel better tomorrow, go and rebuild the fence for me."
In the Middle Ages, there were few people who could be called doctors. When people got sick, they either had to tough it out or go to the church for medical treatment based on doctrine.
Of course, there was no church in Skarlitz, so the only treatment the boys could access was probably bloodletting.
As for the reason why Henry and the others had diarrhea, Mo Jiang also used the excuse that it was because they ate too much.
It wasn't that he didn't want to explain, but the families of the four boys had no concept of medicine at all. It was like trying to explain color to someone who was born blind, which was almost an impossible task for Mo Jiang.
The parents of the boys hesitated, intending to refuse the job offer from Mojiang on behalf of their children.
But as soon as the words were on the tip of my tongue, I remembered the fried chicken and fries from last night, and also those six Grossens.
Compared to the delicious food and Grosshin, Mo Jiang's strange and mysterious aura seemed somewhat acceptable.
After all, even people in the Middle Ages were very pragmatic; doctrines, demons, alchemy, and the like were far less important than filling their stomachs.
……
Back in the cabin, Mojiang fed the three Cuman warhorses oatmeal mixed with eggs.
He planned to take this opportunity to go to Rathai to collect a debt from Hannash, and at the same time ask the pharmacy owner how to improve his mental strength.
And if possible, buy a suit of armor.
Banjia Mojiang has no hope; only blacksmiths in big cities can make those things, and you need to have a certain status to buy them.
He estimated that he would be lucky to get a piece of chainmail and a shield on this trip.
Mo Jiang did not wear the infantry armor, but brought all three horses with him, taking turns riding them, with the main goal of a quick trip and return.
Without encountering any bandits or Cumans along the way, Mojiang arrived in Ratai without stopping at all.
……
"Why are you asking how to increase [Power of Ten Thousand Forces]?"
The pharmacy was filled with the familiar scent of herbs and a musty aroma. The owner was carefully sorting several dried herbs.
Although Mo Jiang wasn't wearing armor, the boss still recognized him; after all, a height of 1.9 meters was quite rare in this kind of place.
"I want to create the [Archer Potion], the kind that reveals your true form."
Mo Jiang tapped his temple with his finger, "I don't have enough strength to train this."
As he spoke, Mo Jiang took out several items from his satchel.
Besides the white sugar and salt that the boss already knew, there were also many small packets of spices.
As soon as it was taken out, the boss couldn't take his eyes off it, staring intently at the thing on the table.
Needless to say, the purity of the sugar and salt crystals was practically a miracle to the boss.
Spices were as valuable as gold in the Middle Ages; a small packet of spices could cost more than an entire pharmacy.
"Is there a way to increase the power of all forces?"
The pharmacy owner's Adam's apple bobbed as he turned and walked toward the dusty wooden crates piled up in the corner.
He laboriously dragged the box to Mo Jiang's side, lifted the heavy lid, and a smell of old paper mixed with herbs wafted out.
The box didn't contain piles of scrolls, but dozens of scattered pamphlets, fragments of parchment, and even a few pieces of bark with strange symbols drawn on them.
They were piled up haphazardly, and the handwriting varied, some messy and some delicate, but all exuded a mysterious and dangerous aura.
"This is what I have collected over the years about the Power of All Forces, the origin of the spirit, meditation, and even more... forbidden paths."
The sources are varied. Some were copied from the dying ramblings of old alchemists, some were fragments found in abandoned castles, and some... may even be heretical doctrines that have slipped out from some less desirable places.
It's hard to tell what's true and what's false; some are vague, while others are outrageous and dangerous.
I neither dared nor was able to try to verify the contents.
How can you be sure that the contents of this container are useful?