Rise of Rurik

"What are you happy about? Come and help me if you are happy." Rurik impatiently turned his face covered in toner and made a face to the excited Rumia.

Rumia was excited and ran boldly: "masta, I have completely learned that form now. If you ask me, I will recite it."

"Huh? When I asked you a question yesterday, it was like your tongue was burnt, and you couldn't give a correct answer for a long time. Listen, if you recite it wrong, as usual... I changed my mind, and if you answered the truth wrong, come and stir it for me. Soap."

Hearing, Lumia subconsciously looked at the pottery urn in front of her little master, only to see some bright yellow viscous substances in it, and if she leaned in and smelled it, why was there still some odor? The smell was a little familiar.

"Masta, what you made here is soap."

"Ah, I didn't tell you before, this is a new soap. I believe it has better decontamination effect, and can... kill the most annoying and difficult parasites, but it does no harm to people."

Rurik then stopped his work. The work of making soap is currently monopolized by the priests. They use this as an important means of making money, and it has been two months since the first soap was born. They still feel that the agreement is wonderful. Their sense of happiness is so low that a priest can be deeply satisfied and moved just because of a few silver coins.

Soap is of course not static, and at two silver coins a piece, it's a bit expensive.

To be a person is to look at things in the long-term. At this stage, Rurik is more willing to make a fortune and sell high-end handicrafts to make a lot of money. Organizing the Viking army to row a boat on an expedition to hack people and loot countless gold and other things, this kind of thing should be put on hold indefinitely in the future.

If Rurik had the choice, he would have preferred to be one of the gradually marginalized doves of Viking society, those who were happy to accumulate wealth through labor. The descendants of the doves accepted this idea, they never left Svealand and the northern regions, and eventually became the national foundation of Sweden in the future.

Doves are not cowards, they just feel that looting is not profitable after all.

As the production of soap increases, its price will drop anyway, and then something more special needs to be made.

For example, adding finely ground sulfur powder to the viscous soap paste, and after deep stirring, the original brownish-yellow soap bar was dyed golden yellow! It had a certain sulfurous odor, but it was no more unacceptable than the burnt smell of grass ash.

It is brighter in color and naturally gives a pleasing look.

The other is to add ground charcoal powder, and after stirring, it becomes a carbon soap, which is a pure black piece.

Of course, the best soap is the soap. If essential oils could be extracted from certain flowers, would soaps...

The only thing Rurik was sure of was that, after today, on the evening of February 16 in the Julian calendar, the first batch of golden-yellow sulphur soap could leave the mold. It is tentatively set as the price of three silver coins a piece.

Come to think of it, just throwing a handful of fine sulfur powder into the paste can earn an extra silver coin for a simple act.

The possibility of this kind of crazy money making shocked the lower priests such as Bona, and the high priest Veria was even more incredible. But once the yellow-white soap bar is successful, who doesn't love the beautiful color?

If the yellow-white sulphur soap is successful, adding other dyes, such as the cheaper indigo, can make green soaps.

In this day and age, blue and white were the most readily available dyes,

Followed by yellow and red.

The most noble is purple, the purple cloth used by the nobles of the Eastern Roman Empire to decorate and wear, I do not know how many purple snails were destroyed.

In the evening, Rumia was eager to show her understanding of multiplication tables and formulas.

"You can really master it? Well, I'll give you some questions. If you get it wrong..." Rurik pointed to the pottery urn operated by the priests, "Like the first time you made soap, help They, until you're almost exhausted."

Rumia calmed down, she was ready.

This time is indeed different from the past. Rurik asked five questions in a row, and she was able to give the correct answer proficiently. One of her actions is rather strange. She needs to close her eyes for a short period of thinking, as if her mind needs time to calculate in her head.

After all, she gave all the correct answers. It seems that this deer farmer girl has learned multiplication within 100.

Rurik also quickly figured out the reason for her sudden enlightenment, which is amazing. She has used computing in her daily life.

"Masta, I have learned it. I want more knowledge, and I want to help you." Rumia's wide eyes showed sincere affection.

Rurik clasped her hand and held in her hand the stick with which the sticky soap was pounded.

"Then do things with me, and I'm going to try and sell the new soap for more money."

On the other hand, Otto immediately learned that his son was making a new type of soap, which would be yellow and white, and the effect of using it was no different from the previous ones.

Otto, he is now a salesman for his son.

He walked among the tribes, spreading the news among his closest friends, and though he had not yet seen the actual brimstone soap, in his dictation, it had become as beautiful as gold.

It has been two months of the Julian calendar since ordinary people started using soap. Anyone who has used it deeply understands its power, and laments that with too much use, the soap shrinks faster.

It will be used up sooner or later!

Households who bought, the wife in charge of housekeeping urged her husband to get more coins in the new year to buy more soap.

But the husbands were attracted by the bright white steel swords made by the smithy, and if they had enough silver coins, they would buy the swords first, and then solve the soap problem.

The steel sword that cuts iron like mud is amazing.

Another legend has been circulating within the tribe these days.

Kravason has successfully built two steel swords, and he used the block-melting low-carbon steel technology of Professor Rurik, and also used advanced methods such as oil quenching and earth-covered burning blades.

Fifty refines are too physically demanding. On the basis that as long as they can cut off ordinary iron swords, they are qualified. The swords he made were reduced to forty refines. Even so, they were only half-blade lengths of 2/3 stika (nearly 70cm). The iron sword, swung violently in the hands of the strong Kawei, successfully cut off a piece of wrought iron that was used as a test item.

The length of the general Viking iron sword is controlled at around 70cm. Too short is not the main offensive weapon, too long is inconvenient to use.

In ordinary combat, two sword holders fight each other, and their swords are always bent in head-to-head combat, but not easily broken. However, if one of them is stronger, the legend that ordinary iron swords cannot be broken is also broken.

The wrought iron bar used in the experiment is thicker than the ordinary sword, and the material of the two is actually the same.

Clavason simply knew the importance of product quality. Now, whether the sword is easy to use, he ordered his son to be a master swordsman and verify it with a chop.

The two steel swords were delivered to their buyers, for which Kravassen made a fortune.

What excites him is not the joy of receiving more than a hundred silver coins, but the most amazing thing is that the owner of the steel sword treats their old sword as a "sacrifice", under the attention of hundreds of warriors who came to hear the wind. , the master of the steel sword swung vigorously and really cut off his old sword.

Clavason has become famous, and some of the doubts that once existed have disappeared!

Fighting men all wanted a steel sword, and they began to count their possessions, and if they could collect sixty silver coins, they would go to Clavason to order it. Over the years, the blacksmiths have hardly ever left Roseburg, and often only go to the northeast to dig when they are mining ore.

Blacksmiths don't run away with a deposit. Besides, everyone costs 60 silver coins for a steel sword, and if they order two swords, the price is more than a pound of silver!

Have a sword, and use soap all the time. Compared with the sword, the fact of soap can be slowed down.

On February 17th, those yellow-white soaps had been baked, and they had shrunk seriously, that is, they were baked instead of air-dried, and the sulfur soap was full of dense cracks.

A wooden table was placed in the empty space in front of the high priest's house. As many as fifty pieces of brimstone soap were deliberately piled into a pyramid shape at Rurik's request.

More than 500 people flocked to the longhouse, people jumping and jumping on their heads, and some even climbed on their roofs, wishing for the so-called special soap that sparkled gold.

The leader Otto stood with the priests again this time. He had just experienced the feeling of washing his hands with a sulphur soap in the long priest's house.

In terms of body feel, there is nothing more magical than the previous soap effect. What is remarkable is its color, like the daisies in early autumn, the color makes people feel comfortable.

The crowd chattered, and in addition to wealthy tribal warriors interested in buying, there was also a large crowd watching the fun.

Some of the children emerged from the crowd, terrified by the majesty of the leader, they could only stand there, keeping their distance from the beautiful exhibits on the wooden table.

"Guys, I'm glad you're all here. Now shut up!" Otto raised his arms, his sonorous baritone calming everyone down.

"I told you a few days ago that my son Rurik received a revelation from Odin again. Odin felt that our tribe lacked color, so Rurik gave priests to make this kind of..." After saying that, Otto will A two-pound piece of sulphur soap was held in his hands and held up high, "You all keep your eyes open, this is it!"

"Brothers, how beautiful this baby is, they can still clean your clothes, and the special smell can stop the hateful lice from continuing to infest. Don't you want to have such a beautiful color baby in your home? It is A treasure unique to our Roth clan! Odin gave us the chance to get it, brothers, and now I give you the chance to buy it. For three silver coins, you can get it! Whoever does this will please Odin, It is inevitable to enter Valhalla..."

Rurik felt that he had entered a 9th-century exhibition site, and his father was directly possessed by a profiteer. The big, bearded mouth speaks hysterically, as if buying this sulphur soap will give you a ticket to Happy Valhalla.

Looking at the excited eyes of the onlookers, Rurik was very convinced that not only did his clansmen believe it, but the wealthy were also willing to pay.

Otto then raised his arms and shouted: "Buy them all, buy them with money. Don't come if you don't have money, come back when you have enough money!"

As for soap, it's not a tribal trophy.

In daily life, residents are exchanging goods such as gadgets and clothes produced by themselves, and there is trade as long as there is demand. The spontaneous trade of these residents can be said to have been around since ancient times. Now Otto sells this batch of sulfur soap on behalf of the priests, which is to turn low-level trade into commodity trade.

Before the winter of 828, there was no such thing at all, but by the time of spring in 829, people were already happy to see that someone could provide a large number of high-quality daily necessities.

Many people have already bought soap at home and haven't run out of it yet. These people are here to join in the fun, just to see the appearance of the yellow-white soap. After all, three silver coins are enough to buy fish for nearly two months! You can also buy three deerskins. Spending huge sums of money to buy it is really a self-proven financial move.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

Ordinary people are not willing to use their precious silver to buy "guldensopa", which is "golden soap". Today, it is time to watch the local tyrant perform.

There were still thirty wealthy people willing to pay the money, all of whom Otto was familiar with.

How are they rich? Nothing more than outstanding performance in external affairs, including the large-scale battle with the fishermen of Gotland more than seven years ago, which made many people become heroes of the tribe and also gained a fortune.

Defeat the enemy, take possession of the enemy's wealth, and become rich. An average Ross fisherman aspires to this and sees it as the only way he has a chance of becoming rich in a short, risky battle.

So they are just fishermen, just fierce warriors.

If you want to gain wealth, there is another way to make a profit by producing consumer goods. There is no other way than a businessman who acts as a second-order dealer.

Otto thought that these sulphur soaps would be sold out today, but the reality was really a slap in the face.

He sold it for 30 yuan anyway, and the rest continued to pile up on the table, waiting for the buyer.

"Doesn't anyone continue to buy it? Can't you afford three silver coins?"

Can't afford it? Really can't afford it.

A young man emerged from the crowd. This child is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. The beard that has just grown shows that his immature, thin body does not match his ambition.

"Great leader, our young warriors don't have enough money, we want more silver coins. If possible, I hope you can lead us to find a group of enemies to destroy them all, and let us take their money box!"

"Oh? Are you going to rob?" Otto asked loudly on purpose.

"Yeah! We should get our revenge! It's been years! We're going south to get revenge on those nasty Gotlanders! They killed us years ago, and this revenge must be avenged."

As soon as this statement came out, the crowd immediately became excited.

Rus people, like other tribes, their own tribesmen died in the war, and the living tribesmen should take revenge as soon as possible.

The results of it? Otto is in his fifties, his mentality has become very calm, and he has gradually lost the fighting spirit of his youth. For several years, Otto has been slow to choose revenge.

There was also Arik in the crowd. He was pulling his wife to watch the fun. When he heard someone shouting for revenge, his thoughts instantly returned to the pain of childhood.

The so-called warrior who just grew a beard is only fifteen years old, just because the Nordics have grown like adults early on, a boy looks like he can become a sea warrior. starter

Arik struggled to get out of the crowd, raised his already muscular right arm and clenched his fist deeply.

He stepped forward and faced his uncle: "Great leader, it's been seven years, isn't it time for revenge?"

Someone suddenly roared: "Vengeance! We're going to make those Gotlanders pay the price. They attacked our fleet first, and it's time to take all their wealth."

Immediately afterwards, the crowd began to roar the same word - revenge.

But do they really want revenge? Rurik was stunned in such a lively scene. He couldn't help but feel that more than 500 muscular men burst out with astonishing roars at the exact same rhythm. This scene reappeared on the battlefield. Shouldn't you scare the enemy away before using the swordsman?

According to tribal tradition, Rurik knew that his cousin's revenge must be avenged.

These men, sometimes Rurik thought they were gentle in their day-to-day lives. That's not real! Once engaged in combat, they instantly transform into bloodthirsty berserkers.

It is they who are now proposing to organize people to go to the residence of the Gotlanders to take revenge. The purpose is to take revenge as simple as that.

They are going to ask for money! The problem is very simple, as long as you rob the wealth hoarded by those people, you can buy better clothes, more beautiful soap, and a steel sword that cuts off ordinary iron swords.

The steel sword is not out of reach, but it is equivalent to six gold coins, or sixty silver coins.

As long as you have the opportunity to go out and defeat the tough enemy on the battlefield, you will definitely get a lot of wealth after the war. Just to get a lot of money at the risk of dying in battle, the fisherman who stayed in his hometown for such stability is not worthy of accusing the expeditioners of sharing too much spoils.

If the dream is out of reach, many people try to find that there is little hope, and generally give up. Those who persist for a lifetime are the ones who are successful.

However, once the dream is not so extreme and there are rational means to realize it, why not take the risk immediately?

People fell into a frenzy, as if waiting for the leader to raise his arm and issue an order to organize a fleet expedition after the ice and snow melted.

Otto frowned deeply, pouted his bearded mouth, and had to organize his language in response to their excitement.