Most medieval peasantry worked about 20–25 hours a week, usually with no regulation of any kind on taking your own breaks, chatting with your friends, and drinking on the job. Only very poor serfs with atypically cruel lords dealt with restrictions that were so invasive. People typically rose with the sun and stopped working shortly after midday to work on their own projects and go about their own business, and peasants on the sunny side of the mean had good reason to be satisfied with their quality of life. The work was often very hard work, and the disadvantages included both poverty and lack of civil liberties and both of them to degrees that are unthinkable by modern standards, but we’re just gonna have to take the L when it comes to the amount of time spent working. They really did have it better in that regard.
It’s not about the amount of horse shit, it’s about haw fast can you load it on the cart.
Once done, there is no more horse shit to load for the day. And if Timmy out there doesn’t feel like loading his half of the horse shit one day, you were allowed to punch some sense into that thick skull of his.
Most medieval peasantry worked about 20–25 hours a week, usually with no regulation of any kind on taking your own breaks, chatting with your friends, and drinking on the job. Only very poor serfs with atypically cruel lords dealt with restrictions that were so invasive. People typically rose with the sun and stopped working shortly after midday to work on their own projects and go about their own business, and peasants on the sunny side of the mean had good reason to be satisfied with their quality of life. The work was often very hard work, and the disadvantages included both poverty and lack of civil liberties and both of them to degrees that are unthinkable by modern standards, but we’re just gonna have to take the L when it comes to the amount of time spent working. They really did have it better in that regard.
This is such a load of horse shit.
It’s not about the amount of horse shit, it’s about haw fast can you load it on the cart.
Once done, there is no more horse shit to load for the day. And if Timmy out there doesn’t feel like loading his half of the horse shit one day, you were allowed to punch some sense into that thick skull of his.
You don’t know what you’re talking about