Rise of Rurik

The soap has been successful, and currently there are only fifteen pieces the size of a tile

"Rurik, so how much are you going to sell it for?" Otto asked.

Rurik was stopped.

The bargaining power of soap is in his own hands, and the most powerful people in the new tribe have said that it is good, and the same is true for ordinary people, that is, ordinary people do not have much money.

To estimate a price they can afford, neither too high nor too cheap.

Thinking of money, Rurik recalled the hunting that ended shortly after, and the clansmen returned with a full reward. The price of a deerskin seemed to be a silver coin.

right! a silver coin.

Rurik said without hesitation: "One at least one silver coin."

"Huh?" Otto was taken aback, his expression very exaggerated.

"Dad, I said less? Then two silver coins, and that's it, I'll sell them for at least two silver coins."

"You...you..." Otto was a little stunned, and Veria, who was on crutches, was also startled.

Who doesn't like money? The purchase of a silver coin is actually quite amazing, and a deerskin is a very valuable possession.

Otto's hunting operation earned him nearly a hundred silver coins in total, and he really made a fortune, but it also took more than a month, and he faced the risk of death from the expedition.

Rurik, this brash little boy, did he think that a day and night of work could turn a pile of cheap grease that could only light an oil lamp into thirty silver coins?

Otto did indeed see fifteen soap bars lying on the ground.

Rurik didn't slow down for a while, and continued to emphasize: "I am the only one who knows how to make it in the entire tribe. Each one can be used for a long time. Isn't it appropriate to buy a Pokémon for two silver coins? Of course it is appropriate. I will give it to the priests. Free soap in perpetuity, and I'm going to sell it to blacksmiths and cobblers who are the richest in the tribe besides our family and the priests. They'll be willing to buy treasures that can be easily cleaned."

Hearing this, Otto pondered more and more and felt that his son was not arrogant, he must have thought about who he should sell to.

The son's words were right, Otto's own piles of fresh leather were sold to the cobbler's shops within the tribe and the guest house, and it was easy to make a lot of silver coins.

Those people are indeed rich,

Especially the blacksmiths, Otto actually felt that this small group of people were the most muffled and rich. They must have hidden a lot of wealth, and they have a lot of display metal tools hanging in their shops, they are also worth a lot.

For example, a logging axe costs one silver coin for the worst, and a very high-quality axe that has been forged many times costs three silver coins.

Looking at the age of his son, he only has a meat cleaver in his waist at the age of seven. If his son is to become a real man, he may need to order him an iron sword in advance.

Do not! Maybe things will change.

If Rurik's own soupa sells for a large amount of money, Otto doesn't want to learn from other men to treat his son as a labor force to make money, and his son will surely inherit his property. If he can become a master of making money, he must be encouraged now.

He can fully use the money he earns to buy a good sword made by the blacksmith, although it is not as good as his "Destroyer", it will be worthy of Rurik's sword.

After all, when he grows up, he must hold high the "Destroyer" and inherit his old self to lead his followers.

Otto thought for a moment: "Then, you can go to the blacksmith and try it out, maybe they will buy it. I can also tell others that the uncles you know, they may also buy it. They have other things about blacksmiths. one thing."

"What's the matter, Dad."

"Well... my son, you should have a real saber."

"Ah? Is it alright now?"

Rurik looked very excited, and Otto naturally thought that he was a desperate hope to hang a sword on his waist.

"Yes, maybe you should prepare now. I can take you to see the best blacksmith in the tribe right away."

"So anxious?"

"Oh, maybe I'm in a hurry." Otto stroked his wet beard, "then tomorrow. Boy, you let me experience an interesting thing today, and soon I'll give you one worthy of you. The sword. You stay here to rest today, and I will take you there tomorrow morning."

Rurik didn't speak, he nodded subconsciously and agreed with his father's request.

The fact of the soap was exciting, and after a chat with the High Priest Veria, he left with ease. The weather outside was still cold, and he went to get together with his buddies as usual, and told them that his son had made a kind of novelty that could cleanse people as if they were just born.

Otto was advertising, he first went to Harozov's house and called the other guys together.

More than two dozen people sat in Harozov's longhouse, dressed in various costumes around the fire.

Each of them had a complex scent, apparently sniffing for so long that no one found it disgusting.

Because it is a mixture of sweat and body odor, mixed with the smell of bacon and coke.

Bathing in winter is still challenging, and to make matters worse, winter is never a good time to do laundry. It is conceivable that many people cannot change and wash their only clothes throughout the long winter. How bad it is.

The sudden appearance of the leader this morning instantly gave other people a different feeling.

"Boss, you came very suddenly today? Are you planning to invite everyone to drink? As far as I know, your wine jar must not be stocked much." Harozov took the lead in teasing.

"Of course it's not about the wine, it's another thing."

"It won't be your son? Or the servant of your family?"

"Servant?" Otto curled his lips, "I just came back from the priest, and that servant has been staying in the priest's longhouse. It is this servant who has been sleeping around the fire like a puppy. My son is present, since Rurik doesn't speak, and I can't say anything."

"Then... Chief, I always think you're weird today. The hair you rearranged just smelled a little bit special."

"Haha?! Did you notice?!" Otto raised his body suddenly, holding his exaggerated and fluffy beard in both hands.

"My son invented a good thing, I used it to thoroughly clean my beard, you can come and touch it, I definitely don't mind."

Now that the leader has spoken, his exaggerated beard is naturally played by others. A pair of large rough hands touched the fluffy beard. It was dry and supple, and it could be swept down. This was the most incredible thing.

It's more than that.

Otto took off his leather hat again, and the long hair mixed with a lot of white hair lost the hold of the hat and fell down completely.

"You can also touch my hair, it's very clean, like a newborn baby's hair."

Because of the stickiness of sebum, long hair and beards can stick together. Excessive hair can attach a lot of dust and fine ash from the heat of a campfire, which mixes with sebum into a stickier, greasy substance. A strong warrior, they have difficulty washing their hair and beard, not even with water unless an alkaline shampoo is used.

Otto gave his guys a strong and incredible feeling.

After loosening his hair, Harozov's hands trembled in shock: "What's going on? Could it be that the priest used some kind of magic?"

"Hahaha! Of course not! Because this is Odin's magic power, and my son Rurik got Odin's magic power." Otto's words were very magical, but others heard no doubts.

Everyone believed that it was true, including Harozov's wife, who was busy cutting jerky, and stopped to listen to the leader.

With a confident smile, Otto deliberately mumbled: "Listen, brothers, stick your heads out."

"You... please speak." Harozov also replied in a low voice.

"Rurik has made some magic stuff that will wash the filthiest of people clean. Those priests have eaten it ahead of time, and I've just used it to wash my beard and hair clean. Listen! y'all. Listen! I've never felt so comfortable since I started growing a beard, my hair doesn't itch anymore, and so does my jaw. Seeing the look in your eyes, I know you want this treasure too."

Harozov was very tempted, and he asked in a low voice and seriousness: "Is it the long priest's house? I will lead the brothers to ask for it now."

"No!" Otto shook his head vigorously: "That is a sacred place. You all have to enter Valhalla after you die. If you want to break into the sacred place of the world, you will be rejected by the Valhalla at the gate of Valhalla. You don't have to go for it, because the baby is made by my son Rurik."

"Could it be... do you want us to ask Rurik in person? No! Chief, he is your son, and the brothers should ask for it from you."

"Oh, that's right." Otto smiled and sat cross-legged with a lazy look. He stretched out two fingers and said, "Two silver coins, as long as two silver coins can get the treasure."

Next, Otto introduced the size of the bar of soap and how to use it.

In this way, they basically understand that a soap bar is really not small, although it will decrease a little every time it is used, they have successfully completed the so-called thorough cleaning. Moreover, it can wash hair and beard, and can wash the clothes on the body thoroughly.

There is another reason why everyone is eager to get it. The so-called soupa is the oracle that Rurik once again received from Odin. If you want to get closer to Valhalla and buy Rurik's soupa, will you be more favored by God?

There are even people speculating that maybe the heroic spirits of Valhalla, they must use this thing to bathe, and now the human self can enjoy it in advance.

"I'll buy it!" Harozov gritted his teeth and directly waved to his wife, "Navola, give me two silver coins to the leader."

Harozov's wife is completely obedient to her husband, just like other women of the tribe, she is very traditional that her husband will do everything, and she is only responsible for taking care of her husband's property. She took out the storage box without hesitation, which contained all of Harozov's belongings, and took him to Valhalla. This property would naturally be inherited by the married eldest son.

As for Harozov's youngest son, Kanuf, unfortunately, he had to fight for his own wealth.

"Boss, accept it now." Harozov said respectfully.

Two Roman silver coins, it's really valuable.

Otto thought for a while, then shook his head directly: "No, you collect the money first."

"Why? We all believe in you, Chief."

"No! Don't get me wrong. The silver coin is to be left to Rick. Even if I am his father, I can't collect the money on his behalf."

"But you're still his father," Harozov emphasized.

"Rurik will be the next leader. He got the oracle to make a treasure that cleans everything, and it shows that the priest's prophecy is true." Thinking of many things, Otto, who was very happy just now, couldn't help but sigh: " Brothers, I am old, but you are younger than me. Rurik may be the only child of our tribe who has received a clear oracle. Of all the children under the age of ten, is there anyone better than him? Ask yours Heart. Your little sons, once the snow melts, they're going to learn a lot from Rurik on the slopes.

I asked the high priest many things, and the high priest told me that Rurik would be a good leader, not only because of the oracle but also because of his present performance. Rurik is full of wisdom, and he is also good at fighting intelligently. He knows what I am proficient in, but he will comprehend what I am not.

You go and buy his things yourself, and the coins are in his own hands. Since Rurik had to be a leader, he had to be trained now, and from now on he had to learn to take care of his property. "

Otto's words are very pertinent, at least everyone thinks so.

Since the Harozov family's wooden house was not large, Otto had to summon the most loyal cronies.

If it is in the open air, he can easily recruit two hundred or three hundred warriors who have nothing to do in winter. If another day were chosen, and those who forcibly broke the ice in winter to catch seals would return, five or seven hundred warriors could listen to Otto's advertisement for his son's soap.

It's probably enough to just tell twenty cronies, and then they'll tell everyone else the good news, there's nothing else to do in the boring winter anyway.

Otto and these guys talked about all kinds of things, the lack of conversation, they talked about Rurik's servants, which is better venison or fish, and even about the Novgorod women who married in. Bulge belly, and other mess. Because of the magical possibility of soap, everyone is in a very good mood and firmly believes in the beauty of the future.

Yes, the priest said many years ago that the born Rurik will be the greatest leader of the tribe, and everyone who follows the leader will be happy.

The most important thing that everyone talked about was that after the ice and snow melted, the tribe had to organize people to go to Novgorod to ask for tribute. At that time, the adult men of each tribe could be allocated their own rewards according to their identity and age.

Otto didn't leave until it was dark. He was in a very good mood, so he naturally turned to the long priest's house to meet his son.

He wanted to see what this cute child was doing all day, and by the way, he would announce the good news to his son. As a father, he had already received as many as twenty orders, and the existing soap could be sold in an instant.

Taking advantage of the shimmering light reflected by the stars on the snow, he approached the priest's longhouse, and a strong scorched scent of fat crept into his nostrils, violently arousing his greed.

what! The smell of fat is so tempting.

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