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My Great British Empire

The twilight of the medieval era has not yet faded, and the best of times has already arrived. The protagonist travels to Edward VI of the Tudor dynasty in sixteenth-century England, centralizes power, rebuilds the Parliament, and establishes the United Kingdom of Great Britain, taking you through the strongest monarchy in British history, the dawn before the sunrise of the British Empire.

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75 Chs

Chapter 22 - An Interesting Toilet Escape

 It had been a month before Henry VIII's death since Edward had found out why he had been going to live in castles all over the place.

 One can imagine the entire royal court, over five hundred people including the palace guards staying at Windsor Castle all the time, and the excrement of that many people almost flooding the entire castle.

 By the time Sister Luna broke the news to Edward, he was blindsided throughout.

 And at the sight of his bedroom doorway all but flooding, Edward could no longer describe his feelings.

 The entire Windsor Castle was all gathered up by Edward and organized to clean up together, loading up all the excrement and dumping it in a large pre-dug pit.

 This large pit was unusual, meters long, meters wide, and five meters high. There was also a meter-long, thirty-centimeter diameter large wooden stake in the middle. All of these stakes had taken three hundred guards half a morning to cut down.

 Edward also put thick boards over the stake to keep the stench from emanating.

 In this way a big potty is formed and all future excrement can be dumped in this.

 Edward did not ask it to top a few years, but only to survive Henry VIII. In fact it not only survived Henry VIII, but also survived the years until Edward seized power.

 The true flush toilet wasn't invented until the later part of the century, and it wasn't until the Victorian era of the century that the modern toilet became a standard feature of most houses in Britain. How did Europeans defecate during the long Middle Ages? And where did the waste that was exported go?

 The answer is whatever. In the early Middle Ages, when towns and cities in Europe were still of a comparable size, people either just pooped in the streets or, if they were more sophisticated, in buckets and dumped them in the street or river. In the sparsely populated countryside, the problem of internal emergencies was even more uninhibited.

 An unwritten rule, however, was "one arrow away", meaning that the place where the problem was to be solved had to be at least one arrow's throw away from the nearest residence, and it was unthinkable to build a toilet in the house. It was considered provocative and disruptive to relieve oneself too close to a neighbor, or even to work indoors.

 And as ruler of England, Henry VIII was quite concerned about the commode problem. In 2007, unable to bear the ugly brown stains on the outer walls of his private chamber, Henry ordered the governor of the Tower of London to build a hollowed-out column or heater to cover the filth.

 The "Chateau du Comte" in Ghent, Belgium, is a representative of the castle's private rooms.

 The living quarters had a privy for one person only. The privy in the wall of the fort was reserved for the use of the less privileged inhabitants. The substances from both of these places of convenience flowed into the river immediately adjacent to the walls. Using the privy on the ramparts in the cold winter weather was a terrible experience, with many people freezing their buttocks on the stone seat rim.

 Early London Bridge was not like the two tall towers facing each other today, but a crowded river town with houses built on top.

 London Bridge residents also have to solve personal problems, the public toilets here directly overhead throws into the Thames, passing under the bridge crew if you dare to forty-five degree angle melancholy looking up at the London sky, nine times out of ten will eat a mouth, so there is a proverb "smart people over the bridge, fools under the bridge over".

 The only moment of relief for those who had to cross under the bridge was when the bomber above inadvertently fell into the river from the thatch.

 As a nobleman, Edward didn't have to worry about going to the toilet, but the question of how to wipe up afterward was also important ah!

 Can you imagine wiping your ass with burlap? It's very sour! But at this point, Edward was much more comfortable than the King of France.

 In ancient Rome is wrapped in cotton cloth at one end of the stick, that is, the Romans "toilet chips", public toilets are common toilet chips, used up into a container sterilized and cleaned.

 What is most interesting is that in France at the end of the Middle Ages, the palace wiped its ass with a thick hemp rope which hung down from the roof of the lavish toilets, right next to the squat.

 After shitting, the rope from the middle of the legs through, front one hand pull, back one hand tug, like pulling a big saw, rubbing ass eye! Even better, this rope is public, the emperor finished with the queen with, the queen finished with the favorites with, all make that one, perennial not change. To reflect the emperor and the ministers of one heart.

 Edward was dressed in his normal nobleman's regular clothes, in a purple robe, and because it was the morning of a rain, the air still had a bit of moisture in it, and Edward was wearing a wool sweater underneath.

 In England, because of the centralization of power by the king, the power of the royal family is the difference between heaven and earth compared to the kings of the past.

 For example, England states that only the royals are allowed to wear gold and purple, and even the nobles are not allowed to dress this way.

 Edward walked step by step in front, thinking about those interesting things he saw in the forum, Howard followed step by step, two guards behind him were two steps away from Edward, the serfs on both sides of the road were very conscious of getting out of the way, without disturbing the XingQi of these aristocrats in the slightest.

 Suddenly, Edward felt a vibrating sensation coming from his left side, followed by the sound of a horse's hooves. Someone was coming on horseback, that was Edward's first feeling.

 Sure enough, when Edward looked up, he saw that Princess Elizabeth had changed into civilian clothes and gallantly mounted her brownish-red mare, Sally, as eye-catching as fiery-red paint poured onto a green drawing board.

 Elizabeth's wind-chime-like voice came from the distance, accompanied by the mare's cries, as confident and cheerful as a knight who had just returned victorious from an expedition.

 It was rare for Edward to see Elizabeth so happy, and an urge to ride a horse welled up in his own heart.

 "Jackson! Where's my Arthur?" Edward craned his head to look at his young squire, William, a rather scrawny fellow!

 "Er! Your Majesty, isn't that your Arthur behind Princess Elizabeth!" William weakly pointed behind Elizabeth and replied heartily.

 Then Edward saw a scene that made his face drop.

 Only a white dot followed behind Elizabeth, and if those with good eyesight looked closely, they could see that it was a colt running merrily after her. 

 When Elizabeth was almost on her heels, Edward saw Arthur running happily with his tongue out, his snow-white tail wagging, and a big grin on his face, following Elizabeth as if she were a follower. 

 And Edward saw Elizabeth throwing something behind her from time to time, and the colt keeping his head down from time to time, so he didn't have to look to know it had to be something to eat. 

 Soon, Elizabeth rode up to Edward and sat on her horse as high and proud as a swan in one motion crossing over to Edward. 

 And the colt seemed to see Edward, and slowly stopped striding his legs, and came heartily to Edward, with a comical expression of ingratiation.