Rise of Rurik

It was getting dark, and Rumia was arranging her boots and leather jackets for tomorrow's grazing.

Rurik did not continue to review the knowledge on the board.

He approached Veria, who was meditating, and caught her attention.

"Is something wrong? My child."

"One thing, Grandma. I...I want to make a good thing. I think I can make it, with it, we can wash our hands very clean. If we wipe our body with it, it will kill the eggs on the hair. , can make the body absolutely clean, without any filth. In this way... when we perform sacrifices like this, we can face Odin with absolute purity."

Hearing this, Willia suddenly opened her eyes.

Although Rurik's words are very abrupt, what exactly is the invention called by him?

It would be interesting if the so-called invention could bring "absolute purity".

"My child, what are you going to do? Don't hesitate to tell me."

"Yes! I think..." Rurik suddenly pondered, and there seemed to be no proper name for soap in the Norse language.

He thought about it, and simply called it, he was going to make something called "soup". In order to express it more clearly, Rurik simply called it "soupa".

"We can make it. I need some seal oil, and charcoal ashes, and some salt. With some means, seal oil can be made into a dry solid. Rub it on the palm of the hand, and the hand will not become greasy, and it will Remove the tiniest dust from the crevices of your nails?"

"Really? Wait! I really want to know what you said."

Villa immediately said a word, and Rurik sounded like "kasa", which also proved that the Norse language has related words.

"It is the fruit of a plant. It is said that as long as it is ground into powder and applied to the linen, the dirty linen can be washed clean."

what is this? Rurik guessed that it might be saponin. After thinking about it carefully, he was quite sure that she was talking about saponins.

The word Veria called "kasa" was a common word used in ancient Europe to describe wild saponin. Rurik's so-called "soupa", as he knew it, had its roots in the classical Latin "sopa", the Roman abbreviation for soap.

But saponin is not soap, and the open source of the two are different but share the same goal.

Villa stretched out his withered right hand, but there was dust that was difficult to pull out in the gap between the long nails, it needed iron needles or fishbone to pull out carefully.

"It's true. So, I need some grease, and I'm sure I will succeed. I don't need any special plant, I need some grease in particular, and I will succeed in the end."

"Would it be better than kasa? My boy, I just heard and never saw it, maybe the Danes have such a good thing for cleaning, we don't have it. My boy. You always have fresh ideas. , you do it. I'll give you some grease tomorrow, do your best, and I'll help you too."

Villa invited the oil-boiled lower priest Bona to come over, and whispered a few words to her, meaning to prepare some oil as the child's "toy" for tomorrow.

Villa didn't mean to question, after all, it would be too boring to boil oil in the winter.

Saving the life of Rumia, this little girl has been recognized by Odin and became a member of the tribe.

Obviously, it is objectively proved that Odin still blesses the lovely Rurik.

Well, children's whimsy needs support.

Besides, the result of the invention Rurik described, it was an interesting sight.

"Ah! That's great!" Rurik jumped up and down in front of Veria with a childlike excitement, making the priest giggle.

From the corner of his eyes, he also noticed that Rumia, who was still sorting out her fur coat, also gave herself a happy smile.

A new day has come.

Last night, Rumia used a novel steel needle from Novgorod to easily stitch the thick leather jacket.

Vilia felt that the girl was sick because of her thin clothes, so Rumia needed to take care of the rewarded leather clothes by herself.

The clothes became a double-layer structure, and the middle layer was roughly stuffed with some messy hair, and even discarded linen heads.

Early in the morning, Rurik, who had had breakfast, rushed to the priest's house in high spirits.

When he returned home last night, he had told his parents the good news that Rumia had recovered.

Of course, the parents were very happy to see Rurik's smiling face, and Rurik was more concerned about the change in his mother's attitude towards Rumia.

"Very congratulations."

"Yeah, Mom. She's admitted, and we should all treat her well in the future."

Niya didn't say much, she feared the gods, and maybe it was wrong to give that girl a bad look now.

Rurik was in a good mood. When he approached the longhouse, he saw Rumia, dressed in fur, driving the deer to the foothills with a small leather whip. Several priestesses also pulled the reins with whips to prevent deer from escaping.

He hurried away and greeted Rumia happily.

Seeing Rurik, Rumia was like seeing her own brother.

After a brief chat, Rurik finally said: "You have to graze the herds well, and come back when it gets dark. My sister, I have important things today, you can help me when you come back. If I succeed, maybe we will be the same every day in the future. There is porridge to eat."

The words were too fast, and Lumia could only understand a little bit. In any case, Rurik had to come back to help him after the herding by himself.

"Okay, I will, my brother."

He called his sister and himself called his brother. It seemed to outsiders that it was an arrogance of the master-servant relationship, and she knew that Rurik liked such an affectionate address.

The more it did, the more Rumia wanted to help him.

Rurik actually thinks very far. In the future, the deer herd will multiply and grow, and the tribe will be able to make a lot of money selling deer. It is said that it is the deer herd of the tribe, but in fact the entire deer herd is its own property. In the end, the chief family will naturally have more considerable wealth on the basis of the existing huge wealth.

If soap could be produced, it would be more profitable to sell it.

Soap success will be a fresh start.

The situation of the Ross tribe determines that the development of the tribe is very dependent on trade. Violent looting and hunting are all behaviors.

The production and trade of producing economic goods, an efficient means of accumulating wealth at that time.

It should be the most normal thing to drink wheat porridge.

Breeding deer herds and making soap, different from the previous quick accumulation of wealth, should start this winter.

Rurik happily entered the priest's hut, and soon a Taoist was placed in front of him.

Inside this weng is the semi-solidified seal oil that has been boiled.

His little hand tentatively reached into Weng Li, feeling its viscosity.

"How's it going? Is this oil what you want?" asked the boring Veria.

"It seems to be possible, that is..." Rurik stretched out his finger, and there were still some impurities remaining on the attached grease. "Maybe I need to refine the grease and get rid of the scum."

The so-called oil residue is actually the excess components of seal fat cells, and even some muscle tissue.

In line with the principle of making do, the priests would never pursue perfection when they boiled oil.

"What else do you need besides grease? I'm curious, can these sticky greases that get on your hands turn into good things to clean?"

"Of course, grandma. I'll do it now, and she'll help me when Rumia comes back."

"Really? Maybe I thought I could help you."

"I think... it's not necessary. If you must help, please let another priest come."

Villa nodded, and immediately ordered Bona, who continued to boil the oil, to come over, and she gave another order.

But Bona was obviously reluctant, she just wanted to keep doing her own thing.

Rurik didn't make it difficult for this person, so he just asked: "Bona, please help me boil a jar of hot water, I want to see it boil."

"Just boil the hot water? It's easy. Hopefully nothing else complicates things, boy, and I'll keep boiling the oil. It's Hanukkah soon, and you're taking so much oil and I'm stressed out." Bo Na endured the dissatisfaction in her heart, and indeed the grease in Tao Weng was the success of their lower-level priests.

The backward refining technology and the inaccessibility of materials have greatly restricted the manufacture of soil soap.

Rurik understands the reason why Bona slapped herself, the oil in this urn is the result of her hard work.

During Hanukkah, a large number of oil lamps are lit for sacrifice, which naturally consumes a lot of oil.

Bona wanted her job to be easier, but she couldn't.

Rurik didn't say much. The saponification reaction required frantically stirring the mixture of lye and fat. In the era of no automatic machinery, it was really manual labor.

Bona probably couldn't count on it, at most she asked her to boil hot water.

At this time, the only person who can be trusted is Rumia, who is still grazing.

Maybe Bona will change her mind in the end, she will definitely get greasy hands and some fishy smell when she boils oil. These bad stains are hard to get rid of, they require frequent hand washing, and they are easy to fix with soap.

After a while, a jar of boiling water was placed in front of Rurik again, and he poured some gray charcoal ashes into it.

How much ashes should be poured, Rurik had no clear idea.

He tentatively understood that if enough ashes were poured, the key potassium nitrate content would be higher.

Holding a wooden stick in his hand, he stirred desperately, and after a while, the clay urn became a jar of hot black water.

The priests were just looking curious without any interference.

The next thing is actually to wait, Bona is a little relieved, the child will not disturb her work for a while.

"This way you can rest." Rurik stretched his arms vigorously, and the stirring stick was thrown aside at will.

The plant ash in the pottery urn forms a very thick suspension, in which the rich potassium nitrate component is being dissolved, and also includes a small amount of sodium nitrate. Under the high temperature environment, these substances are undergoing chemical changes, that is, they gradually become highly alkaline liquids rich in potassium nitrite.

The corrosive ability of this lye to the pottery urn can be ignored.

It still has too many impurities, and its concentration is difficult to estimate.

Rurik had his own way, and that was to wait for the liquid to cool down and after all the suspended impurities had settled to the bottom, he poured the clear solution into another clean pottery urn, and then boiled it again.

The waiting process was a bit boring, and Rurik was not idle.

Crude sea salt used by the Ross tribe, which is mostly table salt, but also contains bad substances such as magnesium chloride that give it a bitter taste. However, these substances can play a beneficial role in the process of making soap.

Rurik got half a palm-sized salt crystal block from Veria. God knows how long they boiled the low-salinity seawater to get such a block of salt.

The salt was smashed hard by him to form a very fine powder, so that it could be quickly incorporated into the liquid in subsequent work.

Those stagnant ash particles, it took the whole day to gradually settle down, so Rurik waited until Rumia returned from grazing.

There were bursts of noise outside, and after a while, a very tired Rumia and the priestesses who were watching her returned to the big wooden house.

Her nose was keenly aware of some strangeness in the indoor air, and then looking at the beloved Rurik, the child actually stared at a pottery urn.

Rumia didn't say much, and cautiously approached the priest of the pen fan's sanctuary, Veria, and sat down to report that her work was over.

"Very well, you can't rest now. Go eat something first, then go to your master and obey his new orders."

"Yes." The girl replied softly.

"Bona, bring some jerky over here." Villa continued to close her eyes and ordered casually.

After all, Rumia is a ten-year-old child, and she is cautious and curious at the same time. She noticed that the breath was emanating from the pottery urn that Rurik was staring at. What was it?

She carried a small wooden plate with some thick marinated fish jerky in it, and walked over quickly.

"Rurik. Eat?"

Rurik glanced at the sister, and stood up quickly.

"I've noticed that you're back. You've come in time. Rumia, wait now, and I'll get another urn."

She doesn't need to question now, just work hard.

An empty pottery urn was placed on the ground, and Rumia was instructed to hold it firmly with both hands. Rurik carefully hugged the basically precipitated plant ash solution, and poured the upper layer of clear liquid into the empty urn.

Under the dim yellow oil lamp, a brown-yellow liquid identifiable to the naked eye with a unique smell was poured into the empty urn. Rurik hoped to be pure enough, but some scum was still poured in by the way, but that was irrelevant.

"What is this?" Rumia asked curiously. "Water? It's strange."

"It's not water, it's very dangerous, do you smell something strange?"

Listening, Rumia nodded vigorously.

"That's right." Rurik smiled confidently, "For the sake of our wealth, Rumia, remember what you see now, and I will order you to make these in the future."

The basic separation of the solution and the slag is still a beginning. Next, the help of the flame is needed to evaporate the excess water, and the semi-solidified seal grease in the other pottery urn can be turned into a little bit that the index finger can barely touch. high temperature liquid.