Rise of Rurik

The sword embryo has been completed, and the rest is the sharpening of the whetstone.

The Clavasson family followed the ancestral technique of using a large square whetstone finely chiseled from sandstone, and used it to sharpen their swords without stopping.

It was another cold morning, and Klavathon put the whetstone on the platform and the dagger on it.

Now that Rurik was staying at the blacksmith's house, Clavason felt something was wrong.

"Rurik, you can go back."

"why?"

"The next step is to sharpen the sword, and there is nothing to trouble you."

"No, I will continue to watch you work. I want to see how you sharpen your swords."

"Oh, well, maybe you're going to get bored." Clavason shook his head slightly, because sharpening a sword is indeed a boring process.

Are there any really good abrasives? Nothing is more than a grindstone made of diamond powder.

Rurik noticed that there was only an ordinary whetstone here in Kravassen, and when he touched it with his hand, it was ordinary sandstone.

Although the sedimentary sandstone contains a large amount of quartz particles, the pure silica particles are also well ground. It is not a simple job to grind the sword-shaped iron bar by hand and repeatedly longitudinally.

Their work is like the traditional kitchen knife in their impression, and there is no traditional to simple grinder.

Doesn't Kravason really have a grinder?

Rurik deeply felt that the Roman Empire must have such equipment as a grinding machine, even if it was manually operated, it was more efficient than a worker grinding a sword by hand.

Could it be that the empire was destroyed, and the technology was never introduced to northern Europe?

Let’s continue to observe first, and see what the bearded guy, Kravasen, can use the most traditional craftsmanship of the Ross tribe to sharpen the short sword.

Rurik once again acted as a spectator, saying nothing now, even though he had many thoughts in his head.

Rurik watched silently. Although the leader Otto insisted on his son's behavior in the blacksmith's house, it was a bit inappropriate, but when he learned that Kravasen really was at Rurik's request, he created a unique color. When the sword embryo, the concerns were also dispelled.

In the five days that Kravassen worked, the priest produced 120 bars of soap. Soaps are so large that a family can buy a single piece and use it for a long time.

As a result, a special smell began to permeate the rooms one by one. It could not be said to be smelly, and even had some aromas.

As soon as it is used for the first time, people who have used it completely fall in love with it.

An action that is sweeping the whole tribe is quietly happening, and many families have a new job in the boring winter - washing their own dirt and washing their clothes.

In just five days, the soap volume of many households has shrunk a lot, all because of overuse.

So when Otto was patrolling the winding roads of the tribe, a buyer came to him and asked the truth about the size of the soap.

His explanation is very succinct: "Sopa is made of mortal things, using knowledge bestowed by Odin, not really an inexhaustible relic of Valhalla. Sopa loses some each time it is cleaned, and when it runs out Afterwards, you will find me to buy two more silver coins. I will also ask the priest to make more."

All 120 bars of soap were sold without any change in price. According to the agreement, the priests happily received 24 silver coins. Until now, the "soap workers", mainly Bona, still feel that they have made a lot of money.

Actually,

As a "salesman" of soap, Otto would not earn even a single copper coin with his only son. He tried his best to sell soap for his son's future wealth and status.

Rurik has easily earned more than 200 silver coins here, and the wealth of the tribe is being concentrated to the chief family at an unprecedented speed! Before this, there was almost no commodity exchange between the chief's family and the families of the tribe.

Although this is to search for people's fat and people's cream, soap really brings an unprecedented experience. Once you experience the absolute comfort brought by sopa's clean body and clothes, it is the expensive price of two silver coins, and the tribesmen are also willing to give it.

What if my wealth decreases?

Go grab it!

Prosperity lies in the large number of Finnish tribes on the other side of the sea, who may have harassed previous Sorgon voyages. Those Finns, although good at guerrillas, were very backward in weapons.

They are backward people, their tribes have not even organized tribal alliances.

The mighty Rus could possibly become rich as long as they organized their hands to cross the sea and found a tribe to snatch all the furs they had hoarded.

However, it has been many years that the tribe has not organized manpower to take the initiative to attack them. It seems that the last action was ten years ago. Because those tribesmen fled without resistance, the warriors found some deerskins and sheepskins in their residences, and a small amount of them. The sheep with the big horns, there is no other valuable receipt.

Perhaps looting them was far less profitable than venturing south to rob the Finns, but the risk was simply too great.

Just because of the soap, some families in the clan are just around the corner.

Follow the leader to participate in the spring Sorgon, how much can I get from the Novgorod tribute? Spontaneously organize some people to go to the land opposite the sea to attack, maybe they can plunder a large amount of wealth without risk, and they will be able to use soap for many years to come.

Otto didn't feel this trend of thought at all, and he couldn't control the spontaneous looting of his tribe. As long as you report the action plan to yourself, after the event is completed, you will take out a part of the spoils and distribute it to the clansmen.

Otto felt something else, and that was Rurik and the blacksmiths in action.

He had seen the silver-white sword embryo, and it was even brighter than all blacksmiths at the embryonic stage!

If it is sharpened, can it really cut through an iron sword? If so, wouldn't the blacksmith Kravatsen be able to do more?

At that time, Kravasen offered 50 silver coins for a piece, and many warriors of the tribe had to pay for it, insisting on buying one, and then passing on this "magic sword" to future generations.

So, how should I discuss with Kravason about the share of silver coins earned when producing "Excalibur" in the future?

Perhaps Rurik was already thinking about it.

Right now, Rurik is staring at the blacksmith's sword sharpening work, and making money is not something he needs to think about right now. starter

A sword is only successful if it cuts iron like mud, it must be sharp and it must be hard.

It must be hard, for Kravassen had spent most of the day smoothing out the tiny bumps on the sword with a small whetstone. The sword was polished, and reflected in the sunlight with an attractive bright white metallic color, which was not the case with the iron swords of the past!

Rurik knew that only carbon steel could have such a color!

However, it took a lot of time to make a "grinding and polishing" for the sword. To sharpen the blade, one can imagine how long it will take.

Although the efficiency of using emery whetstones is extremely high, the efficiency of ordinary whetstones is too poor, not to mention that the blade to be polished is already high carbon steel. Grind well.

To make matters worse, it's possible that Kravassen really doesn't have a human grinder.

On the first day of sharpening the sword, Kravassen's biggest surprise was the reduction of his own sharpening stone.

"Whoops, what's going on? I'm very tired, the sharpening stone I've been using for a long time has a dent. Rurik..." Klavathon asked in confusion.

"Because this sword is very hard, that's why." Rurik said without changing his face.

"Maybe so." The loss of the whetstone was nothing, and Kravason was very happy that it was the result of the hard sword. Although he was tired, his fighting spirit was stronger than in the morning.

"Okay! I'm old, and I will be the main force of Kava tomorrow. I need to rest my shoulders."

Rurik glanced at Kawi, who was full of confidence. He still didn't say anything about the grinder, and he will continue to observe tomorrow.

Grinding machine will be needed sooner or later, because this machine is forced by workers in the face of mass production of weapons.

Ancient Greece and pre-Qin China spontaneously invented the technology of grinding machines, because only in this way can spearheads and arrows be polished efficiently.

Maybe a little more time, and more orders from Kravason here. Maybe this old guy, or Kawhi, could take inspiration from the wheels of the tribe's little two-wheeled carts and invent a grinder that could sharpen swords.

The first day was a boring day, and the second day was a new boring day. The blacksmith's job is simply to sharpen the sword. The active staff is replaced by Kawei. This strong young man obviously did not make sharpening the sword into an easy job.

Kawhi and Kravason are like two tool men with no emotions, just repeating the mechanical work all the time.

But this job seems to be a simple repetition, and it is also rich in technology. starter

Rurik couldn't help but think of two poems, called: A sword is sharpened in ten years, and the frost blade has not been tried.

A good sword naturally takes a long time to polish. Who knows how much effort the craftsman has paid here?

Time has become very boring, since he asked to stay here to wait for the sharpening of the blade, he should not leave until it is finished.

It had been three days, until it was dark, and after grinding a large whetstone, Klaverson's fingers were also blistered, and at this time, he could finally declare that the work was almost over.

But now, Kravason was holding back a lot of words because of the strange color of the sword.

Breathing heavily, he poured clean water on the second whetstone, and wiped off the water marks on the blade and the stone with a sackcloth.

He gently wiped the shout from his forehead again, and asked Rurik, who had been watching, "Your sword is finally finished."

"Oh? After three days, you finally polished the blade?" Rurik rushed over excitedly. "Let's try it now? Let's chop the iron sword?"

"Not yet, the blade needs to be further polished. I have a new question now, maybe your wisdom can answer me."

"What is it?"

"Look at the blade." Clavason pointed and asked, "Why, the blade is brighter in color, which is obviously different from the back of the sword."

"It's very simple, because the blade absorbs more..." Rurik suddenly wanted to say "carbon". At first glance, the tribe always called charcoal "col", which meant "combustible embers". But what I want to say about carbon element, there is no concept of "carbon element" in Norse language.

Rurik paused and continued: "I will tell you the clear reason, but now, you have to continue to polish. I am very happy that the color of the blade has become brighter and whiter, it will be the key to cutting the iron sword. "

Clavason tried his best to keep his composure, and did not ask the child any further questions.

"That's it for today, hopefully within two days I'll be able to sharpen the blade. Rurik, I must admit, this sword is definitely the hardest sword I've ever seen, in my opinion when you get the perfect one I've lost two or three whetstones by the time of the blade." As he spoke, Clavatson's mouth cracked into a wry smile.

But Rurik could see from his eyes that this old guy was in a mood to admire himself.

"Well, maybe I'll pay you for the whetstone you lost."

"No, this is a necessary expense." He subconsciously patted Rurik on the shoulder: "Good boy, I will definitely succeed before Hanukkah."

Hanukkah is really getting closer...

Four full days have passed since the completion of the forging of the sword embryo. On the fifth day, Kravason has sharpened the blade to a very sharp point. As expected, his second whetstone was also scrapped.

Rurik reckoned that he might be able to get a very high-quality corundum, so he wouldn't be as embarrassed as he is now.

It's just a whetstone, but there is also a lot of knowledge in it.

The best whetstones become synthetic, a disc of diamond powder and binder bonded together, which is the linchpin of the grinder, capable of grinding all steel.

There are also high-quality natural abrasives in nature, that is, corundum containing aluminum. It is actually a special kind of aluminum ore. Because of its hard texture, it is the best grinding material available to ancient people.

Since corundum cannot be obtained, it can only continue to make do with deposited sandstone.

Thinking about it this way, perhaps using sandstone into a wheel shape to make a grinder, the most important thing for such a manual grinder to face is self-wear. It may not be a good choice to use it to sharpen the blade directly, use it to sharpen the blade or the most effective.

Sharpening the blade with a straight sandstone whetstone. Cravason has always done this. He also has clear skills in his hands. This old guy is really like a robot. His body does not vibrate abnormally in all movements, and he holds the pad with both hands. The thick cowhide with the blade is ground forward at an acute angle of about 20°, and there is no backward grinding action at all.

Sharpening a sword is a kind of knowledge. When you sharpen the blade, you can only go in one direction, otherwise you will cause trouble for yourself.

The blade is getting sharper and sharper, and the hide that protects his hands has been cut a lot by the blade on the other side.

The work had to be done more and more carefully, and the five days of sharpening the blade could be declared over when the hide of the gauntlet was finally cut.

"Rurik, it's over! It's over!" Klavassen put down the sword, he had no more joy of success, and quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead after putting down the sword.

"Finally! I waited until now, can we..."

Rurik excitedly ran to the whetstone, isn't the dagger he customized at this moment a magic weapon?

"It should be very sharp, right?"

"It should be, I'm now..." Saying that, Kravason temporarily inserted the humble wooden pancake on the short sword, "Let's try it first to see if we can cut the cowhide."

"Okay! Hurry up!"

Rurik's eyes widened as he watched Kravassen stack the cowhide cushions that had been cut into pieces and pile them up three times, then supported them with his left hand and accepted the cutting with the sharp blade of his right hand.

Everything was as expected, the sword was very sharp.

Looking at this sturdy and tough cowhide, Klavassen used a little strength. After being folded, as many as six times against the cowhide, he was stunned by this short sword. A perfect cut.

"Oh! It's incredible! This is cowhide."

"Cow? What's the matter? It seems that I have achieved my goal, and I just need to chop the iron sword." Rurik said excitedly.

"Oh my child, you are so cute. You should know that this sword of yours can't be protected by at least six layers of leather armor. Up to now, any iron sword I've made can only cut two layers of leather armor at most. This short sword, it works wonders."

Clavasson's eyes shone brightly, looking at the old guy's trembling beard and fiery eyes, Rurik thought carefully, and then looked at his steel sword with a pair of blue glasses. It is indeed extraordinary.

"Well, just tonight, right now, I want it to be tough. Hopefully... its blade doesn't crack."

"Okay!" The excited Kravason ordered his more excited son Kawi: "Go to the warehouse and pick up an iron sword, you have the most strength, and the job of chopping the iron sword will be given to you."