You did not have large discount stores, but then again, you didn't spend time in cars driving to them or waiting in line while the credit card machine malfunctions
True. On the other hand, you got to walk an average of 7 miles and back to do your shopping in the nearest village on market day. With luck you were able to join a large enough group that you didn’t have to worry about outlaws on the road. Once you arrived, you got to tramp through human and animal waste in the street until you got to the shops. You got to watch the butcher slap the flies off the little meat you could afford before cutting it for you, while you hoped it wasn’t too rotten. You got to pay in the silver pennies you were paid for your work, assuming it hadn’t been stolen from wherever you hid it. Since there were no banks available to the peasants and your house was a single room, there were limited places to hide anything, and no locks to keep others out.
You lived where you were born, since you needed permission from your lord to move. If you lived until you were 50, you were considered extremely old, having survived a dozen or more diseases and accidents. Of course there was no such thing as retirement, so you worked until you died, or hoped that your family was willing to take care of you.
Ah, for the good old days.