Chapter 5097 Old Tavern

Wine has been with mankind for too long. Maybe it was just an accident when it was first born. For example, the fruits stored by monkeys in tree holes naturally fermented and became the famous "monkey brew".

Since humans were probably still apes when they encountered this accident, they might as well have been called apes at that time.

However, with the development of science and technology, the act of making wine has become more and more industrialized. Su Ming himself started out by selling private wine, and he still runs the bar at the Peace Hotel, but he has to admit that modern wine is safer.

At present, the location and time that everyone is in are unclear. We can only roughly judge that it is somewhere in Western Europe in the Middle Ages, and of course it is still on the earth.

So if you want to find a bar to get information, it's actually very simple. Just find the place in the city with the strongest smell of vomit.

Because immature wine-making technology will not only make the wine full of various impurities, it also cannot effectively eliminate harmful compounds.

For example, fusel oil in grain wine, and acetaldehyde and methanol in high-altitude wine. When these things are ingested by humans, they will cause a series of symptoms called "shangtang", which is actually mild poisoning.

The human body is very interesting. After the brain discovers that it has been slightly poisoned, it will guide the body to vomit. This is the simplest and most direct detoxification measure. It is probably because ancient people were prone to accidentally eating poisonous plants in the wilderness, so it is something engraved in the DNA. .

There was no need to activate the concept of darkness. The sense of smell of strangulation was enough to find the destination. Following the smell, Su Ming took a clean sheet from the yard of a certain house and put it on his body to cover his armor.

"Excuse me! Don't take other people's sheets. I hope we are not in the UK now." Bobo saw his move and immediately jumped to the ground and walked away: "You know in the Middle Ages, the British liked to use urine to wash clothes, right? ?”

"You know, this is actually a decontamination technique invented by the ancient Romans."

Su Ming replied calmly. As he often went into sewers, he didn't really care about this. Instead, he enthusiastically told Hermione who had her ears pricked up at the side:

"When the ancient Egyptians used grease and plant ash to make soap, the Romans used urine and plant ash to create some kind of lake... So, I suddenly discovered that Roman orthodoxy was in India?"

Using urine to remove stains seems to make some sense today, because the pH value of normal human urine is between 5.5 and 7. It is slightly acidic and can dissolve some less stubborn oil stains.

What if I don’t have urine? You can also use rice water, which is also weakly acidic; or you can take the dirty clothes to the river to wash, and tap them with a mallet for a while while washing, which can also be used to physically remove stains.

But the Roman tradition was to use urine. Later, this skill spread to Britain. For a period of time, there were also professional urine sellers.

"What is all this?" The orangutan rolled his eyes speechlessly. He pinched the sheet covered by the death knell with two fingers in disgust, and then smelled his own fingers to confirm the smell: "I'm telling you about hygiene. You told me about India...hiss, it seems that there is really a connection between the two."

Beginning in 43 AD, the Romans ruled Britain for 400 years. A thousand years later, Britain ruled India for another 200 years. Based on this calculation, it is possible that the death knell is not nonsense.

"Haha, right?" Su Ming picked up the orangutan and put it on his shoulders again: "Don't worry, this bed sheet is clean. The strangulation has been confirmed. It is a new one for girls' own use, and there is no urine. Washed."

"Humph." Hermione hummed. She turned a page of the comic book in her hand and continued to read to Jaina and Yin Riel.

This comic talks about the relationship between the old man Deathstroke and his family, especially his ex-wife who shot him out of one eye, his daughter who wanted to kill him but imitated him in everything, his gay son and other super second-generation people. Feelings, now several girls are a little interested in this weird family.

Just chatting about some history and culture along the way, everyone quickly arrived at the destination, a wooden second-floor tavern on the edge of the city wall. There was also a pig pen in front of the shop, with several pigs in it. Big fat pig.

The road in front of the store is full of mud. I don’t know how many people have stepped on it. The vomit is mixed with pig manure. This is a hygienic feature of this era.

The sky was still the same blue, but the orangutan's longing for a medieval bar disappeared in an instant. He found that it was good not to go the retro route. Previously, because most of his customers were wizards who had lived for a long time, he originally wanted to consider doing something ancient. Features.

It's smelly, messy, and the drunk man is sleeping soundly with the pigs in the pigsty. It looks like a farce.

"These guys, instead of going to farm during the day, come to the city to drink. It's really..."

Grumbling under his breath, the orangutan didn't want to attract attention and now began to play the role of a pet.

In fact, he also knew that in the Middle Ages, people did not have much agricultural knowledge at all. All they needed to do was throw seeds into the fields in the spring, and then wait to see how much food God could provide in the fall.

This situation of relying on the sky for food lasted for a long time, and even for a long time, the farmers carried out a series of strange sacrificial activities.

For example, if the harvest is not good in the first year, they will think that the land is unhappy, so they will bury their most precious steaks or pies on the edge of the field, hoping that the land will give back after eating their food. .

Speaking of which, this seems to be an animistic worship system. They did not specifically offer sacrifices to a certain god, so could the power of faith be taken away by the forgotten gods?

Bobo felt that he had discovered a big secret. Did the forgotten gods survive by relying on British farmers?

He whispered his reasoning to Deathstroke, but the man didn't have any special reaction after hearing it. He just helped him smooth the hair on the back of his head, and then led the girls into the bar on their own.

Although it was just a simple wooden door, the inside and the outside were completely two worlds. The bar not only smelled of bad drinks, but also the aroma of potatoes and grilled fish.

Just like what Bobo said, this shabby bar was full of people in broad daylight. There were drunk people everywhere. Some were sleeping on their stomachs, and some were talking loudly. They all spoke in English, but with a bit of high ground. accent.

"Okay, we are in the UK, and it seems to be near Scotland. It's confirmed." Su Ming rubbed his nose and gave his opinion.

As for Hermione, who is from England, she just shrugged. She had nothing to say, because the taste of baked potatoes seemed to never change. In the four kingdoms of Great Britain, only potatoes and fried fish seemed to have the same taste. of.

No matter so much, Su Ming turned his head and found a table. After throwing the four drunkards lying on the table to the ground in the distance, he took the girls and sat down, waiting to order.