Rise of Rurik

Rurik was willing to believe that the bottle was distilled alcohol, but that people of this era could purify pure alcohol?

I saw Gould ordered the two Britton women who were with him, one of them very obediently pulled out the cork of a bottle, and the wine was overflowing immediately!

"The grapes are ripe? Yes, it is indeed wine." Otto was in a very happy mood. He was several steps away from Gould, and this time he could smell the intoxicating aroma.

Both Otto and Rurik have a pair of calf horn cups on the table, and it also adds a bronze base, and the whole shape is quite aesthetic.

The woman carefully held the wine bottle, moved to Otto with a kneeling humility, then lowered her head and poured the wine into the glass cautiously.

Her orange, reddish hair fell down, gently covering her young face.

Otto suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed the woman's chin at once, so shocked that the wine glass in the woman's hand almost fell.

"Boss! You!" Gould asked in surprise.

"A beautiful woman! Gould! You live in a comfortable house, eat and drink lavishly, and have such a woman to keep you company. You are the richest man in Roseburg."

"Boss, are you applauding me? Do you like this woman? I can give her to you."

"No need! I won't be loved." Otto let go of the maid who was holding the wine and let go of his hand.

When the woman poured the wine for Rurik, Rurik looked up and saw the sadness on the woman's face.

Gould ordered the woman to step back, then raised his glass and complimented: "Great leader, let's toast. In this cold world, we can at least share a glass of sweet and precious wine."

"Then drink it."

Otto raised the glass, without any graceful gesture, he drank the glass of wine like ordinary water. Immediately, a sweet feeling filled the whole mouth, and the whole person was cheered up.

"It's really sweet, even sweeter than mead?! The wine doesn't seem too strong."

"You need stronger alcohol? You'll get it soon."

Rurik had drank mead for several years, and it was the first time he had tasted wine today. In his sense, Gould's wines are not "extremely sweet" as his father said.

To be honest, it is really sweet. It is the value. It is probably like the kind that you can buy 500ml in the supermarket for ten yuan on another plane.

As for the alcohol concentration, definitely no more than three degrees.

It's more of a lightly fermented grape juice, with a blissful sweetness.

Immediately afterwards, Gould deliberately showed the glass bottle on the far right and solemnly introduced the almost transparent liquid in it.

He looked at the curious Otto with a proud look on his face, and said very proudly: "Great leader, this is the treasure I want to show you. Look, it seems to contain water, but it is actually wine! I don't Knowing what to call it, let’s call it the wine of the gods.”

"God's wine?" Otto laughed, "Don't tell me, you got this bottle of wine from Valhalla."

"Of course it's not that magical." Gould shrugged, "I don't think ordinary people can create it, it's really amazing. Chief, you can taste it, you will have an unprecedented experience."

"Oh? Really? Hurry up and get it!"

This time Gould personally pulled out the cork, and in an instant, the almost pure alcohol smell spurted out. Rurik can feel its speciality with a jolt.

"It's definitely grain wine! It has a special smell that only grain wine has. The degree of this thing must be very high. It's really strange that people in the ninth century can really make high-grade wine?"

In that plane, Rurik also drank all kinds of spirits. In the world a thousand years later, low-alcohol alcohol can be regarded as a beverage, and high-alcohol alcohol is generally accepted as "wine". In terms of drinking, I am afraid that the residents of the whole world are not as diverse as the Chinese, and only the Chinese will generally drink spirits.

There is a saying that children shouldn't drink alcohol. Rurik felt that his weak body was really drunk with a lot of strong alcohol, but he couldn't get drunk quickly? Even life-threatening.

But people of this era have no such concept, and Rus parents even encourage their sons to drink, because it is more like a man.

Drinking alcohol has always been a rare act, hailed as a pleasure in life.

As a nobleman of the tribe, Gould made the maid fill Rurik's empty glass.

The remaining wine in the glass was filled with mellow spirits again, and the strong taste of wine stimulated Rurik's nose, and a strong urge to drink it made Rurik boldly put his mouth close.

There are no complicated drinking rituals here in the Rus, and no one feels inappropriate for Rurik's bold attempt.

He licked it a little with the tip of his tongue, and the spicy sensation immediately affected his tongue.

He took another sip boldly and swallowed it bravely.

This thing must be distilled alcohol, the degree is already surprisingly high. Rurik felt a strong spicy voice, which shows that it is not a good wine, that is, the so-called low-end wine of the old village chief level.

A really good wine should be soft in the mouth, and the base of the tongue can still feel a touch of sweetness. Although the degree of alcohol is high, it is not spicy. The wine is in the stomach, and the belly feels warm and happy. After drinking a few cups of high-quality wine, people will get drunk, and the wonderful feeling of fluttering is exactly what the drinkers are keen on.

The quality of the spirits that Gould brought out was very average. He still praised the good wine in his hand. Obviously, this person did not know what good wine was.

After taking a sip of Rurik, he didn't want to take another sip. He had already drank a large sip, and the feeling of burning his throat really made him think that methanol was accidentally mixed in it?

Looking at his father Otto's wild behavior, this strong man really drank again.

The strong spicy voice really made Otto have an unprecedented feeling. The extreme spicy feeling he had never had before made his whole face distorted. After enduring this pain, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt a warm feeling in his belly. Another unprecedented experience.

"It's wine? It's incredible! I've never had wine like this! It's really good wine. Gould, tell me where you got it." Otto hurriedly asked.

Gould savoured it with a glass of wine, and he didn't have the courage to drink it all in one go.

"I bought it from the Franks. It's just the wine in the bottle. I spent a gold coin. So this bottle of wine and the bottle is a huge sum of thirty gold coins."

"This... what kind of luxury is this?!" Otto glanced at the empty glass again, and then at the glass bottle, and couldn't help but sigh, "Did I drink at least two gold coins from you with this glass of wine? For this reason. It takes at least seven bars of sulphur soap to make this glass of wine like water?"

"Hehe, you think it's like water? Look at me."

After all, Gould made a crazy move, and he picked up the oil lamp and brought the burning cotton thread close to his cup. In an instant, Gould's calf horn glass was on fire—the wine was on fire.

"Ah! What's going on? What are you drinking? Is this wine?" Otto exclaimed in disbelief.

"This is wine, so I call it the wine of the gods." Gould said proudly, "Great leader, I spent a lot of money to buy such a bottle of wine, do you think it's worth it?"

"It's worth it. The wine still burns? I've never heard of it."

Gould smiled, then in front of Otto's shocked face, he gulped down the flaming flames, and then burped.

He then spoke proudly: "Isn't the wine that can be burned the wine of God?"

"It's a miracle, I didn't know the Franks could make such a miracle."

Gould shrugged. "It wasn't Frankish, I guess. I'd rather believe it was Roman."

Rurik's face gradually turned rosy because he drank some wine, and his whole person had a confused feeling. Gould talks about the origin of spirits, is it really Roman origin?

Actually, the truth is more complicated than that. Including glass bottles and spirits in bottles, whether Franks or Eastern Romans, they are middlemen who make the difference.

In the western world, the Egyptians first invented alcohol distillation, which they did to make some alcohol-soluble spices, and the purpose was quite simple at first.

The technology gradually spread to the north, it was introduced to the ancient Arabian Peninsula, and further spread to ancient Persia. The locals already make wine and are happy to distill alcohol to process spices.

In the Arab world of this era, alcohol was completely abolished, but the skill of distilling wine to make spices was not abolished.

There are also some local medical scholars who believe that the spices must be holy things, and the use of the spice solution to smear the festering wounds of the wounded can dispel the evil that caused the abscess. The pus and blood are drained, after which the perfume solution is applied.

Such a high concentration of alcohol kills all kinds of bacteria and viruses in the wound at once, and the wound recovers quickly and proudly.

This experience has been inherited, and the doctor believes that the spices dissolved in the spirits help the wound heal faster, but they do not know that spirits are the best medicine.

However, they were absolutely forbidden to drink, and in this respect the days of Eastern Rome were more secular, and the Eastern Romans were allowed to drink.

Among the vast number of Eastern Romans, the actual subject democracy has been gradually replaced by the ancient Slavs. The Slavs who went south have even settled in the Peloponnese. Although they speak Greek and live more and more like Greco-Romans, they still retain many of the ancient Slavic habits.

For example, their love for wine cannot be changed by any factor! The king ordered them to abstain from alcohol for reasons of religion or health, and the commotion broke out immediately.

The attitude of the Slavs everywhere is very firm, even if there is not enough food to eat, they must use part of the wheat to make wine. They can't imagine a day without wine, even a thousand years from now.

Even the Slavic groups living in Novgorod, they have to give the Rus a large "tax" of wheat, throw away rations and crops, and make wine even if they are half hungry and half full.

The Abbasid Dynasty had such large granaries as Egypt, Anatolia, and Mesopotamia. They have enough food to make alcohol on a rampage. They only use alcohol as a flavoring solvent, medicine, and burning agent.

In order to make a profit, merchants sold all kinds of rare items to Eastern Rome at high prices. Glass bottles and alcohol are high-margin commodities on this road. Of course, silk, porcelain and tea are always the three most profitable.

Some Eastern Roman profiteers invented the blending technique. The grape juice was blended with a little alcohol that was almost distilled by the Cannibal to be sold as wine.

The transport of high-level alcohol to northern Europe for sale brings extreme profits. After all, only a very small number of businessmen dare to cross the wild European hinterland without roads.

Gould did not buy alcohol that was purified to the extreme. He also bought diluted alcohol, which could still be ignited.

Taking this opportunity, Gould couldn't help but talk about his views on wine: "I think the most important thing about all wine is its essence. The so-called wine of God must be extracted by the person who made it. Come out. If I can get the essence of a bottle of wine, I can freely mix different flavors of wine. Chief, I don't know if you ever thought about it that way."

"I..." Otto thought for a while and thought about it carefully. There is indeed such a truth. He cracked haha: "I didn't think much about it, I can make wine myself. Maybe you're right, if the essence of wine exists, maybe we can get it all out."

"Thank you for your understanding, but unfortunately I don't. I believe those Romans already know it. If I can learn the skills, I will be richer because of it." Gould's reddish face revealed a heavy regret. . Regretfully, he drank the spirits in the glass in one go.

Rurik stared at the stout Gould with wide eyes. In an instant, the little boy was hot-blooded, and Rurik stood up abruptly, holding the table. It was this abrupt stand that he knew that Jiu Jin had already affected his body, and his whole body became light and airy.

"Gu... Gould, do you want to know?" Rurik suddenly exclaimed.

"You, what? Know what?"

"You want to know? How to get the essence of wine from ordinary wine is like how to get edible salt from sea water."

"You..." Gould, who was also in a daze, suddenly cheered up. He slammed the table hard and shouted excitedly: "Quick! Tell me the answer."

"You want to know? You...you give me money. Give me gold coins! Just give me a hundred gold coins, and I'll tell you the answer."

One hundred gold coins? Otto, who was naturally good at drinking, was startled, so he quickly pressed his son back to the leather cushion and scolded: "Are you crazy? How do you know? You want to ask for a hundred gold coins. Child, you are drunk. !"

"I'm not drunk." Rurik broke free from his father's big hand and stood up swayingly, looking even more excited. "Gould, give me the money, and I'll tell you the answer right now. I want a hundred gold. If you don't have... then give me fifty."

"Rurik, do you really know? Well, I'll give you the money."

Gould never underestimated Rurik's meaning, and even though he was a little confused now, Gould tried hard to maintain consciousness, and he firmly believed that Rurik was not talking nonsense at all.

Fifty gold coins is not a small amount, and the Nordic market can be exchanged for five Roman pounds of sterling silver!

People who have been drinking can hardly keep their senses, and now Gould can't take care of that much anymore. His brain has become more and more stubborn. Under the strong thirst for knowledge, he greeted his subordinates and put himself in the cage. from a special small cash box for gems.

His rough hands swayed open the lock, and without looking at it, he grabbed a handful of gold coins and piled them into a golden cylinder. Suddenly, the cylinder collapsed, and with the sound of metal, gold coins were scattered on the table, lit by the firelight of the ceiling, reflecting the golden light that could tempt people to loot!

Look at the warriors that Gould raised with silver, they couldn't help looking at the table full of gold coins, one by one controlled their desire to loot with willpower, but their eyes were like hungry wolves.

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