Chapter 235 Living Environment
“If I am alone and don’t have much money, what kind of house should I choose?”
“House? No, sir, you just need to find A bed doesn’t even need a room. In fact, maybe you don’t even need a bed...”
As he spoke, Aaron thought of himself. In fact, it is true that a bed is not needed. There was no need for a bed, he slept on a pile of straw.
The city of Tire is already overcrowded. This overcrowding is not a description, it is a fact.
The truth was worse than Gareth thought.
In this city where the per capita land area is only 20 to 30 square meters, the area of public areas is pitifully small.
Refugees from the war, as well as pilgrims and crusader volunteers from afar, began to occupy every house and corner in the city.
Aaron took Garris to the dock area. After walking around, Garris had the most basic understanding of the living conditions in Tire City.
I also have a basic understanding of why this city can accommodate so many people.
First, most of the houses in Tire can be stacked up to two to three stories because the materials used are stone exterior walls.
A six-meter-wide house may be twelve meters deep.
In this 72-square-meter homestead, if it is two floors, it will have a usable area of about 140 square meters, enough to carve out 4 rooms.
A small family can be squeezed into each room, that is, about 2-4 people. Excluding the corridor, the per capita living area is less than 10 square meters, and the per capita occupied homestead area is only 5 to 5. 6 square meters.
A room like this is enough to meet the needs of a family, including washing, cooking, and sleeping...
If it is a three-story building, it can be even more exaggerated.
A small 6*12 house is like a sardine, with 20 people able to fit inside.
In this extreme sardine lifestyle, it is a very mysterious thing to know how many destitute people a city can accommodate.
Abandoning the long-term rental house, Garris, led by Aaron, came to a tavern near the dock.
This is said to be a pub, but in fact it also provides quite cheap hotel accommodation.
"Are there any beds available?"
Gairis asked the innkeeper, who was a short and thin old woman, dirty and looked like a Frank.
The other party looked at Garris's clothes, and then looked at Aaron next to Garris.
"Yes..."
The tone was listless and perfunctory, as if in the eyes of the other party, Garris could not afford the money to pay for her bed.
But no matter what, the other party still took Garris to look at the room.
Just like the youth hotels of later generations, many rooms here have four beds.
But it is different from the youth hostels of later generations. There are no clean beds here, only various dirty and torn sheets with straw underneath.
"If you give me 2 silver dirhams a week, I can also give you a meal every day."
While talking, Garris noticed the lice in the other person's hair.
"Then how should I take a bath?"
"Bathe? Uh... why do I need to take a bath."
Well, indeed, Gareth asked a Frank, who usually would not consider it. problem.
Why do you want to take a shower?
Even though Garris and his group of Frankish nobles came to Palestine, they integrated into the Arab culture and became a little bit cleaner.
I bathe at least once a week on average.
But for the Franks at the bottom, bathing is a category that is not encouraged religiously, not supported financially, and not understood intellectually.
Those families with their own separate rooms can only wipe their bodies with a cloth filled with water.
As for this kind of crowded hotel that can only accommodate 4 beds, it is impossible to take a bath.
This is a hotbed of disease. ……
Gairis lived here. He was not sure how long he could stay here, and he was not sure whether his body could bear it.
Considering that I have never been sick since that rainy night, perhaps my immune system has become extraordinary and will no longer be defeated by ordinary diseases.
Gairis took out the silver coins, paid the week's bed rent, and then went downstairs to eat the meal provided by the landlady.
Aaron was sitting next to him, and at the same table was another young man.
This young man's skin was rough, his face was weathered, and his body smelled of salty smell.
Perhaps he is someone who makes a living at the dock, or simply a sailor.
This young man looked a little strange when he saw Garris.
He noticed many details about Garris, and then asked tentatively.
"Crusader?"
The other party was very perceptive. No matter how hard Garris tried to hide his identity, he was still found to be one of the people who killed people for a living.
"Uh... I got into a shipwreck. I lost almost all my money and my weapons."
"Oh~ this is fate..."
After hearing the tragedy described by Garris, the other party showed an expression of deep understanding, and then became much more cordial.
Obviously, the other party cannot talk to a crusader master on an equal footing, but he can sympathize with a survivor of a shipwreck.
Due to the other party's keenness, Garris showed a little more enthusiasm, spread out a lot of copper, ordered two more cups of wine mixed with water, and placed them in front of the other party.
The free food provided by the hotel is actually black bread. Because it is hot, although it is still very grinding, it is at least enough to be eaten.
After two glasses of wine, Gareth heard the young man’s story.
Like Aaron, he is a native of Tire, but relatively speaking, he has more clear Frankish ancestry, but that is maternal.
The maternal Crusader ancestry meant that his father was a native Greek.
Greek men will not undertake military service, which means that they need to make a living on their own.
When he was a child, this guy made the streets and docks his home. Generally speaking, he could always get some food by begging outside or acting as a pickpocket, relying on his slightly Frankish face.
This is the greatest benefit his mother has brought to him.
When one day, he grows up to be able to fight against the pack at the dock and is old enough to live at sea, he will reach his peak.
The money he earned was enough to live in a hotel that provided meals for a long time. Since he didn't have to support his family, he could get himself drunker than Aaron's father.
When Garris asked him why he lived, this young man, who was probably less than 22 years old, immediately replied: "Wine?"
Gerris asked again, don't you want to have a family or a house? time.
The other party's response was: "A house? You ask me why I don't buy a house?"
"Ha! I have been fighting against the bag at the dock all my life, and I have been fighting until I broke my leg. It’s impossible to have an apartment in Tire!”
“Why do you have a home? Women are the source of trouble! What else can you do except spend my money?”
"As for that kind of thing, would it be more special to have one that belongs only to myself?"
"I mean, the money spent on buying a house, finding a wife and raising children is enough for me to live happily here for many years!" "
"Come, let's have another drink!"
When the maid in the tavern passed by the young man, she took advantage of the wine and slapped him hard! Maid hips.
When the maid turned around with an angry expression, the young man laughed twice.
Second update, there are two more updates today, the fourth update will probably be after midnight
(End of this chapter)