Rise of Rurik

The priests gritted their teeth and stirred the soap just right. Everything was the same as last night. Thirty-five wooden boxes were filled with soap.

So far the priests have dragged their bodies to rest, and Rurik should also fulfill his promise to go home.

He changed into thick clothes, and with Bona's exchange, walked towards his house on the snow.

Stuffed in the sackcloth pockets of the leather jackets, the silver coins inside were jingling.

"Hey Rurik, we've made new soaps, will the chief be able to sell them any time soon?" Bona asked.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

"Want more silver coins?"

"Of course, we all want to be rich."

"Then try to make it. My father can easily sell what you make. Don't work too hard. Take a break after working for a few days. You don't have to worry about herding, Rumia, my servant doesn't would be stupid enough to run away."

Rurik said a lot of things that Bona was worried about with a small mouth, and reassured her to feel at ease.

Suddenly, he stopped again.

"What's wrong with you? Rurik?" Bona stopped and questioned.

"I'll give you a gift, reach out."

Bona didn't think much about it, she watched the child put his hand into the leather jacket, and soon took out a silver coin.

"Ah? Is this... in line with the contract you signed with us?" Reason told Bona that she probably shouldn't take this money alone.

"Just accept it. It's a personal gift from me. Soap is more concerned than the rest of you. I can see it."

Rurik thought of a lot of long-term things. The longevity of his father and the high priest was almost at the limit. At that time, Bona would succeed the high priest, and she should be the leader.

The alliance of priests and chieftains needs to continue.

Rurik heard some unfavorable remarks against Bona, including High Priest Veria's criticism of her not doing her homework well, and others' criticism of her.

Is there something wrong with her? Of course she is.

Rurik could feel that all the lower priests were very sensitive to money, and this Bona was the most sensitive.

She loves money, and the problem becomes very easy. This woman has no relatives. Maybe she feels that her future backer is either the new leader or the wealth she has mastered.

Using money to buy the future high priest Bona, the relationship will deepen from now on, and then continue to give her some coins, so after doing this for a few years, the grown-up self at that time can of course exercise full control over the priesthood.

Maybe this matter is very important, if you can't control the priest, maybe it will be controlled by the priest.

"Just take it well. We can be good friends. In the future, I hope that if you don't do more things, you can also get more silver coins and will never treat you badly."

Listen, is this something a seven-year-old can say?

Bona couldn't control it so much, she readily agreed after receiving the money.

In this way, the alliance between the future leader and the future high priest began the initial conclusion. For both parties, this alliance was an obvious win-win situation.

"Rurik, just come here," said Bona at last.

"Please go back too. All of you have a good rest tomorrow, and continue making when your arms are no longer sore."

In the era of no industrial machines, all steps of making soap depended on human physical strength. Even if the windmill and waterwheel are made using existing technology, its work efficiency is not so outstanding.

Modern society is built on the mass production of modern science and technology, and the Ross tribe can't expect those things, and they don't even realize it.

What's more, the tribe's current soap production is initially monopolized by the priests.

If you recruit a group of brawny men with overstretched arms due to frequent paddling as workers for stirring soap, the work efficiency will naturally increase, and even the priests will not be able to obtain considerable benefits.

"That's it for now, I'll consider the development of soap in the future." Rurik thought for a while, then entered the house.

"I'm back." He opened the wooden door, and then pushed back the warm leather curtain.

"Come in quickly and sit with me." Seeing her son, Nia quickly patted the animal skin sitting under her.

Rurik walked over naturally, snuggling in the arms of his biological mother, and the warmth was unmistakable.

How precious is this sweet scene!

Rumia came back with Otto, and Nia's attitude towards the little girl really changed. Since the priest said she had Odin's permission to become a member of the Ross tribe, that didn't mean she got rid of her slave status.

Nia didn't want to pose as a bad old woman in front of her husband and son, and she couldn't really care for you Nia like a daughter.

A servant is to work.

Rurik was forced to lean for a while in his mother's arms to please her.

As soon as he entered the door, he was looking for Rumia at first sight, for fear that his parents would treat her badly. Unexpectedly, the situation is okay, Rumia now looks like a professional tailor.

"Mom, did you let Rumia sew? You gave her our steel needle. It seems that you are at ease with her."

Niya nodded, "I asked her to mend your father's leather hat. She can sew, and her craftsmanship is okay."

Here Rumia is sullen, cautious and she doesn't want to say anything.

Rurik could understand her prudence, and the previous few times she had stayed in her own longhouse like this.

It was Rurik who felt very new today, and he suddenly asked: "Rumia, when did you learn to tailor? Maybe you...you can make clothes yourself."

"I..." Rumia raised her head slightly, the question was asked by her master, and she was very happy to answer, "I learned before, we all make our own clothes. We use deerskin, we use linen."

Rumia's "we" refers to her family when she was a former Sami, and Rurik thought about it, she, a ten-year-old girl, should really learn this.

Because she can only learn this first, and the second is how to raise deer and herd.

After speaking, Lumia wisely hooked her head and continued her work. Rurik watched for a while, knocking on her skillful movements to know that this girl did not sew less clothes before.

In the past, it was estimated that they were all sewn with bone needles. The material was not good, and it took a lot of strength and skill to pierce the harder leather. If a steel needle is used, there is no such problem. Although the steel needle is small, it is a huge profit to sell it to a nation that cannot make it.

Nia still held her son in her arms, for fear that this miraculous brat would run back to the long priest's house again.

She asked, "Son, this time you made a lot of silver coins, you keep the money at home? Do you need a wooden box?"

"Of course!" The mother mentioned this, and Rurik hurriedly took out his pocket full of silver coins. "That's it, you have to help me keep it."

"As my child, we will only help you until now. You must keep your own money when you grow up."

"Of course. Haha, I need to take good care of my pile of silver coins!" Rurik deliberately fought haha.

"Stinky boy, do you still want a silver mountain?" Niya smiled and pinched her son's little face affectionately, as if stroking a kitten. The hand felt really good.

Otto suddenly muttered: "Maybe it is possible."

"A mountain of silver?" Niya asked.

"Why not?" Otto stretched out his right hand and pointed at a bag of silver. "He is a natural businessman, and he will have more and more silver coins in the future. I'm afraid that if it doesn't come out this year, our box will not fit."

"This...really?" Niya's eyes widened.

As a wife, Nia had to manage her husband's property, because that was all her family's property, and a lot of silver coins and a small amount of gold coins proved wealthy.

Otto went on: "I also need a carpenter to make a big box for Rurik to put down his silver mountain. And a beautiful woman for him to take care of the silver mountain for him."

Rurik cheered up when his father said something very sensitive.

He suddenly said, "Dad, do I really need a woman to take care of my money?"

"Of course, it's tradition."

"That's good." A smile appeared at the corner of Rurik's mouth, staring at Rumia who was still sewing clothes, "A woman, I choose Rumia."

Tong Yan Wu Ji Along with Rumia, the movements of her hands also stagnated.

"What...what's the matter? There's something wrong with my decision?"

"You!" Niya pinched her son's chin again, her big eyes and stiff face fully showed her surprise, "Child, are you in love with this woman? Are you really planning to marry her?"

The mother's words were abrupt, and now it was Rurik's turn to be shocked.

Equally shocked was Rumia, her hands were shaking, thinking about Rurik's kindness to himself these days, a master caring too much for a servant, didn't he ask for anything else?

Is the so-called request a marriage contract?

Rumia didn't dare to say a word, she knew she had no right to speak.

"Me? How could I marry her!?" Facing the sharp eyes of his parents, Rurik quickly explained, "Does it mean that I want her to pay me money, just to marry her?"

"Isn't it? Even if you are the leader, your property is also taken care of by your wife. That's how we are, it's the wife's duty." Niya explained seriously.

Rurik thought about it carefully, the residents of the tribe seemed to live like this, but this concept was too simple and primitive.

The tribe needs to develop further, and the leader must consider hiring people to take care of his wealth. A big family will have a professional butler, a company will also have a professional accountant, not to mention a gradually developing political entity.

Now, there are some big things that you must make a solemn statement on your own.

Rurik said loudly: "I don't want to marry her, but she is my servant and someone I trust. I will marry a wife in the future. Until then, I need her to help me manage my money."

"But wouldn't this be inappropriate?" Niya wondered, "This has never happened before."

Rurik had an idea, "It's there now. No kid ever made a lot of money before, and I did it. The money is mine, and it's getting more and more!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. "I also promised to give her a gift. What do you think I will give her?"

"Is it her promise to take care of the money for you?" Otto asked suddenly.

"No, but it has something to do with money. Rumia, don't be nervous anymore, look up at me."

Lumia is not nervous? How is it possible! She had just really guessed that Rurik had special feelings for herself.

Because even in the ancient Sami community, the age of marriage is very early, and there is a saying that the ancients did not have adolescence, and the situation in this time and space is similar all over the world.

Rumia is not an idiot, she understands this.

She had thought that she would marry into another family of deer breeders, have some children, and live a peaceful life in the extreme cold.

Do you have a chance to be the future chief's wife? It's crazy. What if that became a fact?

Obviously impractical, but it makes sense to pay the owner financially? Isn't it just as incredible?

In front of everyone's eyes, Rurik's little hand reached into his pocket, took out a stack of silver coins at will, looked into Rumia's eyes, and said solemnly: "Rumia, you have contributed a lot to making soap. Maybe you feel that you If you are a servant, you cannot get paid like those priests. I will pay you now, and you deserve the silver coins."

"What? You!" Otto was shocked. The so-called servant, this Rumia is the property of her son, and there is a reason for the property to be given to servants.

Indeed, from Otto's point of view, it was difficult for him to accept his son's shocking decision.

Niya also persuaded, "Child, enough is enough. You don't need to give her the money, she is just a servant."

The reason why the parents objected is too absurd. Is the servant not a human being?

Yes, Rurik guessed that his parents thought so, and this idea spread throughout the tribal alliance.

It is impossible for a child to spit out some big truths with one mouth. It is impossible to change this backward concept in an instant. It takes time for the tribe to become civilized.

He can't change everyone for the time being, at least from his own family.

Rurik stood up suddenly, walked straight into Rumia, and stood in front of her.

He held the purse in his right hand and grabbed the girl's arm in his left.

This move seems to say that the two are in a state of alliance.

"I'm just going to give her something. The first fifteen bars of soap were her last job, and she almost vomited blood from exhaustion. According to the silver standard for priests, she should get at least three. Since you think this is incredible, Mom and Dad, Then change it."

Rurik also had an idea, because silver is silver, and it can be melted into various things, such as silver bowls, and the value of silver has not changed significantly. At most one additional processing fee?

Sterling silver has a low melting point, and it is easy to smelt and cast silverware. The only consideration is how to get a lot of silver.

"Dad." He looked at his father Otto. "I'm going to give her a present. I'm going to make her a silver jewelry. I'll melt the silver coins in my hand and make her a necklace. What do you think?"

"This..." Looking at his son's determined eyes, Otto Intern didn't want to be domineering. Because the son has made a concession.

Silver is silver, but when it melts and makes jewelry, the situation becomes a little different. Because once jewelry is made, basically no one uses it as a medium of transaction, unless it is easy to mint Chen He silver coins.

The problem is that the recast silver coin needs to have a Roman stamp, and the textiles must be highly similar, otherwise ordinary merchants will be very suspicious that the recast silver coin has deliberately added lead to make it inferior.

Otto shrugged, and he pulled at his wife to signal no more objections.

Besides, Otto suddenly remembered that he needed to lead his son Rurik to complete him in recent days.

"Then make her a silver ornament." Otto sighed, "Rurik, as long as you don't regret your decision."

"I have no regrets," Rurik said firmly.

"Well, I can find a good blacksmith to make a very good amber pendant for her, and I can also engrave some inscriptions, showing that she is your servant."

"Ah? Blacksmiths can still make jewelry?" Rurik was pleased with the change in his parents' attitude, and now he felt fresh about blacksmiths.

"No wonder." Otto deliberately showed his son the ruby ​​on the hilt of his precious sword. "Look at this, inlaid with gems and plated with silver. Tomorrow I'll take you and your servants to the blacksmith, and that's it!"

"Ah! So fast." Rurik was overjoyed.

"Not only this matter, but mainly to order an iron sword for you. You have to understand that since you have money, you will pay the deposit and the balance of the iron sword. I will give you an independent opportunity today for your father. ."

Rurik nodded deeply.

"And your servant's pendant, which you paid for. You can even ask the blacksmith to decorate you with gemstones, but you'll pay more. I think you'd be happy to dress your servant. You're a special child. ."

Rurik, listen, the blacksmiths of the tribe are really complex talents. Can a blacksmith be a silversmith, a jeweler, or a gemstone expert?

What kind of talent is this! Does this person exist in the tribe?

Rurik didn't care about that at all before, but now he has to pay attention.

If I have contact with these magical blacksmiths, I will ask them to do more things for me in the future.