You are a serf, better called a slave. Your master is the lord of the manor which you live on. He is also supposed to be your protector as well as your governor and judge. You work his field and give him taxes of money and crops. You are bound to him and cannot even marry without permission. You get up at dawn and work until bedtime at dusk.
Your lord lives in a stone castle; live in a small, dirt-floored hut. Some are made of wood, many of straw or grass. Rats and mice thrive in the thatch roofs. You probably sleep on a pallet of straw on the ground.
You probably believe that the nobles are in fact superior to you and that God has put you in your class. You have
no chance of moving up in society: you were born of ignoble blood and there you will stay. There are 100 of you for
every one of the nobles. When famine comes, you are the first to feel the pinch
. If you are female, the highlight of your life is your marriage. You marry very young. You must obey your husband and he may beat you, as long as he doesn’t kill you in doing so. You work as hard in the fields as the men do. The labor is difficult, and even small children must pitch in
. Education is basically non-existent. A few bright boys may be recruited by the church and so learn to read and write, but that is rare. The clergy also abuse you at times, demanding tithes when you have little to no resources and threatening you with damnation if you do not pay on time. From every side you are criticized, put down, and beaten. Every once in awhile you may attempt to revolt, but you are not trained and have no supplies. Even if you overtake the manor, the lord from the land next door will come and squash you.