Rise of Rurik

It was another warm morning, and Rurik organized those children as usual, and did some complex formation exercises on the hillside, as well as real muscle confrontation.

In the eyes of others, more than a hundred children were ordered to form a square team, walking in a neat pace, and then quickly turned into four human walls to form a hollow formation according to the password. Even adults can't do this, and as a result, the children have already demonstrated the skills that true warriors should have under Rurik's command.

A child needs a lot of food when growing up, and children have a particularly strong need for meat.

The life of the Rus people is full of meat, or in other words, everyone is a carnivore in a certain sense, and eating fish is completely commonplace.

Although the meat of fish is not as good as the meat of large livestock, as long as you eat enough, people can still thrive.

The child only needs a certain amount of physical stimulation during the growth process, and the child will grow tall and strong.

However, if it requires a lot of mental work, you need to eat more bread to supplement the carbohydrates that can be quickly consumed.

After exercising all morning, Rurik felt that his thin body had moved away.

He always has a group of followers by his side, especially the follower of Kanuf, followed by the "general" of the bald Fisk.

The mild south wind rustled the pine forest.

Most of the children have gone back to their respective homes, and some people have chewed the dried fish they brought on the spot.

Fisk is like this. Poorly, he lost his father, and now he lives with his mother, mainly relying on the relief of his clan to live.

Fisk and his mother also go offshore to catch some small fish, which are dried and used as regular food.

Overall, his life wasn't easy.

It is also for this reason that Fisk wished that he could quickly grow up to the age where he could go to war, so that with his own strength, he could forever change his poor life.

As for Rurik, sitting on the grass, he opened his sackcloth pocket and took out a lump of whale meat that had already been roasted in it, and ate it wantonly.

Fisk came over looking for the meat, and Rurik noticed the uninvited guest.

"What? You want to eat too?"

"No, I just came to see you."

"Forget it." Rurik pulled out the meat-cutting knife, cut a piece of meat and handed it to Fisk, "Eat it. You always eat dried fish, that's not okay."

Fisk had always admired Rurik, even though he was two years older than him. People are indeed different. Ever since he learned that Rurik had earned a huge amount of wealth in just half a year, he was also a child. Now Fisk faces Rurik and has a strong sense of inferiority.

Fisk didn't want to accept it, and Rurik stopped talking nonsense and shoved the meat directly.

Facing Fisk's complicated eyes, Rurik said earnestly: "We are all brothers, of course we have to eat meat together."

"But...is this whale meat?"

"Yeah. These days, you know, there's always beluga whales for sale on the beach."

"That's something my family can't afford, it's too expensive. It's not like you..." Fisk's words were full of regrets.

Is this kid feeling inferior? ! How can that work.

Rurik thought for a while and said: "If you give you the meat, you will take it. In exchange, you will give me some jerky, and we will be even. By the way, if you still think it is not suitable, you will listen to my orders more in the future. work."

Fisk nodded, feeling much better. "Rurik, of course I will do things well for you. As long as it is arranged by you, I will definitely do it."

"Oh! That's good. When you grow up, you can be my war chief."

"Okay, when that time comes we'll continue the crusade against the Gotlanders, and I'll be the vanguard."

Thinking of those things, Fisk's eyes were full of hope, and he couldn't help but mention: "Rurik, your cousin and those people are coming back soon."

"That...I don't know. I hope they're safe."

"Alas. It doesn't matter to me how much treasure they take. They won't give me any more. Until I'm old enough to fight,

I have to be a fisherman for many more years. "

Fisk's words were rather pessimistic.

On second thought, in this era, a little boy who was less than ten years old, after losing his father, the mother and son of the family depended on each other for life, and it can only be said that it is a miracle of survival that they can continue to live.

Indeed, the Ross tribe has adopted some new methods of material distribution since 829. Basically, whoever has the ability to snatch the treasures will almost all belong to them. It is no longer the situation where the entire clan is divided equally according to the family, and each clan can receive dividends.

People are always selfish. In the hard times of the Ross tribe, everyone could share weal and woe. Now that the wealth of the tribe continues to accumulate, it is understandable that they do not want to share happiness.

Rurik estimated that his father's decision would inevitably change the original face of the tribe forever, and even cause divisions among the tribe.

Rurik looked up at the children who hadn't come home yet, sitting on the grass eating fish and meat. After all, these young children were the foundation of the future of the tribe.

Could it be that the father died in battle for the tribe, and his son could only live on dried fish?

Could it be that the families of the people who go to war in the name of the Ross tribe can enjoy all the spoils, and it is reasonable to let the families who did not participate in the war jointly bear the possible revenge of the enemy?

A reasonable group should not be like this!

Especially the children of the tribe spend their days on dried fish, so this should be the end of it!

At this time, Kanuf, who was purely greedy, like a puppy, happily came over in the grass, and was about to wag his tail happily.

The child called out affectionately, "Brother Rurik, you've already given Kanuf meat, so please give me some."

"You? That's fine. But your family isn't poor at all. Wouldn't it be better for your mother to buy some whale meat with the money?"

"Oh, I'm just thirsty."

"You're honest. You can eat meat, as long as I tell you what you have to do. Do you understand."

"Yes." Kanuf agreed without thinking. The boy got a piece of meat and said excitedly, "We all have meat to eat with you, and we will definitely get richer in the future."

"Of course." Rurik simply stopped eating. His knife cut the remaining meat in half and handed it to Kanuf and Fisk.

"What? You don't eat?" Fisk asked suspiciously.

"No." I'm going to call all the brothers who haven't left yet. I want to tell everyone a big thing.

The sun is headed, it is a comfortable noon.

The Rus people do not have a clear meal time, but they generally maintain the habit of two meals a day.

Rurik said this just for the purpose of physical training for the children, ordering them to eat a little before arriving. Also bring a small cloth bag to store some food to eat after training.

As a result, the children who follow him have to become standard three meals a day, which is purely physical training and consumes a lot of money.

There are also nearly fifty children who did not leave the hillside, because for them, it is better to run around outside than to stay at home. Going to the beach or a mountain stream to get something to eat is better than doing nothing at all.

Everyone was gathered by Rurik one after another, and these people stood in a matrix queue.

It had to be said that the act of straightening their chests and raising their chins slightly was Rurik's death order. The children are willing to obey, and because of disobedience, he will be expelled from the whole group. That is an extremely dangerous punishment, and now being sidelined by peers, ten years later, professionals are often still sidelined.

Rurik didn't give much thought to this.

Children always need a child king, and there is no doubt that Rurik is such a strong child king, even if he is about to reach the age of eight.

Rurik deliberately walked in front of them for a while with his hands behind his back, as if he were inspecting soldiers.

He suddenly asked, "Brothers, have you eaten all your dried fish?"

"Yes!"

They spoke in unison, although their voices were childish, their majestic aura had begun to take shape.

"Okay, but I don't think you're eating well. Are you going to live on small fish until you can drive a fishing boat by yourself, or really get involved in combat? Ask your heart, do you want to? ?"

After asking this question, many children directly shouted: "But, what can I eat without eating dried fish now? My father has gone to Novgorod, and I can only eat wheat when he comes back."

This remark resonated with many people, and the team became chaotic.

Rurik stretched out his hands and pressed down gently.

"Be quiet and listen to me."

They were indeed happy to serve Rurik, and it was only a matter of moments from chaos to silence.

There is something that Rurik has been thinking about for a long time. Today, he saw that his subordinates are still living on dry fish. The matter must be implemented as soon as possible. Before that, he needs to inform his people of the good news.

Rurik declared in public: "Guys! You can't live on dried fish anymore. You all have to eat fresh meat. Now that I've made up my mind, I'm going to make sure to eat either a pound of cooked whale meat a day, or Two pounds of cooked fish.

You all notice, we don't need to pay even a single copper coin for this.

You are my brothers, loyal to me, and this is the price you pay. Starting tomorrow, I will arrange for someone to cook fish for you! "

Everyone, those who understand it, find it unbelievable, and those who don't understand are still confused.

Fisk asked in confusion: "Rurik, is that serious? Are you giving us a pound of fish a day for nothing?"

"It's two pounds!" Rurik insisted. "If it's whale meat, it's one pound. If it's venison, it's one pound. Fisk, you notice, I'm talking about cooked or roasted. Meat, not a pound of fresh meat. Do you understand?"

"I... I understand. But you, actually intend to give us meat for nothing."

"Yes, it is a gift. As your leader, you are loyal to me, and of course I will reward you with some meat."

gift? Where in the world is there a free lunch? Even if they are really willing to be charitable donors, they will at least get spiritual satisfaction in the process of giving, or get praise from the society. People who live, who do not want more praise, and thus live happily.

Rurik believed that he would be praised by his subordinates for doing so, and most importantly, his subordinates would be more loyal to him because of the free meat.

It's a good thing of course that they can be faithful for the rest of their lives. People change, though, and Rurik firmly believes that, at least for a while, they'll be especially grateful for the free lunch every day.

If it were just that, it would be superficial.

Rurik was not on a whim. On the issue of meat, he particularly emphasized: "Brothers, I will be the next leader, and you are my most trusted brothers. But you are too thin, even the oldest Philippine. Sk, it's impossible to beat me heads-up. Why do you think this is?"

"Haha, because you can really fight." Fisk teased.

"Yes, I am really good at fighting. Fisk, or anyone else, I can see the weak point and attack the weak point to win. However, if I am a thin person, I can see the enemy's weakness, but I still can't hit him. No. The only way to avoid being thin is to eat meat! Eat meat in a big mouth! But some of you lack this opportunity.

Now everything is different, I promise you. As early as noon tomorrow, I will take you to eat meat. I'll officially inform you all about this tomorrow morning's training session.

Now you can go home and tell the brothers who ran away first, find them in the creeks and woods, and tell them not to fish again. "

Hearing this, happy smiles appeared on the faces of the children.

They left in a hurry, only Fisk and Kanuf still had complicated faces, leaving hope to learn more from Rurik.

"Are you serious? Even a pound of fish will be eaten by one hundred and fifty of us! Even every day? This is a huge consumption, right, your money..." Fisk kindly discouraged: "Stay Rick, it's a good thing you let the brothers eat meat. Maybe you let everyone eat once every three days and that's enough."

"No!" Rurik's attitude was very firm, "You doubt my financial resources? Fisk, you still need to study the study of calculation. Don't worry, I will teach everyone how to calculate. You don't have to worry about anything, tomorrow Just wait for the meat! I just hope all of you will be very strong in the future."

After that, Rurik patted Fisk on the shoulder again, "You can go back and visit your mother."

"No. Where are you going next, I'm willing to follow you. I can't eat your meat for nothing."

"Me too." Although Kanuf still didn't quite understand it, he was willing to serve Rurik.

"You two... all right. I'm going to the smithy in Clawathon now, and I'm going to negotiate with him to make something new. You two are more loyal than the rest, so come with me!"

The sentence "You are more loyal than others", the two of them sounded particularly spiritual. Everyone believed that Rurik was a future leader. How could he not be happy to hear Rurik's praise for "loyalty"?

Rurik did not worry about meat.

Because the priests had a demand for blubber and whale meat, even whale teeth, this stimulated the fishermen to take further risks. When it comes to eating fish, fishermen are willing to take risks for more catches. As long as the fish caught in the morning can be sold quickly, who buys them and how much they buy, the fishermen don't care. As long as the buyer takes the money, it's fine.

Rurik had already figured it out very well. Even if the best whale meat was enough for one pound of cooked whale meat every day for one hundred and fifty children, if it was always in stock, it would cost about ten silver coins a day. For ordinary people, this is already a crazy number.

Whales are cloven-hoofed animals after all, and it is normal for the meat of such animals to shrink to 60% of the raw meat state after being cooked. Whale oil doesn't have much peculiar smell, but the smell of whale meat is strong.

Rurik was used to the fishy smell of all kinds of seafood, and the horrible smell of shark meat was tolerable, as were the others.

Cooked fish shrinks even more, and its energy density is not comparable to that of whales and seals. Therefore, the price of fresh fish is indeed much lower than that of whale meat.

Of course Rurik knew that the most powerful meat was beef. However, only the southern allies are raising cattle on a small scale. Besides, Rurik didn't think that the Nordic people of this time and space could raise the cows to be fat and strong.

If you pay ten silver coins for fertilizer a day to buy fish, and pay another silver coin to hire a woman who has nothing to do with the tribe to help cook the fish, it will be more than three hundred silver coins in a month.

Is it expensive? It is impossible to say that it is not expensive.

It's also very worth it for the money.

Rurik even wanted to come up with a slogan for this: a pound of meat a day, strong Rus.

Rurik has made a decision, and he also knows his routine of giving benefits. The original intention is to train the team and buy people's hearts. He also realizes that after doing so, he will inevitably face financial pressure. Fortunately, his current financial balance is still quick to make money. To be precise, the priests and blacksmiths are throwing in the production of consumer goods and necessary tools.

Their production is to create wealth! Their production has also stimulated the unprecedented enthusiasm of fishermen, who are also trying their best to create wealth.

Rurik knew that in this production chain, he had actually obtained the bulk of the material production profits through commercial cooperation agreements.

The tribal internal market for goods is so large, especially soap, that tribal household demand is saturated very quickly, and their use is much slower than production. So the soap had to be sold to other tribes for huge profits.

In order to make more money, it is necessary to create more valuable commodities, sell them to clansmen or allies, and develop new channels for profiting from commodities.

For example, to make glass, Rurik took his two loyal subordinates and walked to the blacksmith shop in Karawassen.

Rurik also vaguely sensed the possibility of another crisis.

That is to use commercial means to madly collect the wealth of the tribal residents. Although the currency circulation crisis has not yet erupted, it will be a very dangerous deflation in the long run.

The tribe must need benign inflation, and try to make the tribe rich as much as possible. Every family has the money to carry out "mass consumption" that they did not dare to do before. It is better to sell soap and never worry about it.

Since the concept of credit currency does not yet exist, the Ross tribe now needs a large inflow of currency in the form of gold, silver and copper from the outside to cope with the booming economic atmosphere.

As for himself, Rurik felt that he was a little more generous, using the rapidly increasing amount of money in his hand to organize all the idle clansmen and ask them to do something to pay for their labor. In this way, they earn money, at least they can buy their own goods.

Then, this is not only about giving profits, but also developing one's own network, and also using this method to maintain the stability of the tribe.

The real clan has 4,000 people, and Rurik thinks this is the scale of a medium-sized enterprise in later generations. If you can maintain all the clan members with money, the clan should be stable, and if you are the leader, you should also be stable.