Rise of Rurik

On the night of triumph, a large number of bonfires erupted in Roseburg. The triumphant people and their families celebrated by grilling fish outdoors, and the air was filled with the tempting fragrance.

A man with a ding ding dong sound ran past them, and many people recognized it as Rurik's servant.

Rumia, the voice comes from the silver jewelry she wears. She kept running, almost halfway through Rosberg, and finally appeared very suddenly at the blacksmith's shop in Kravason alone, and met this old guy who was working all night.

"You? Rumia? Your master is here too?"

Clavason tossed the hammer aside for the moment and beckoned the girl into the shop.

He took the water ladle in his hand, scooped a ladle of water in the bucket, and handed it over: "Drink some water, girl."

Rumia didn't take any precautions. She took the water ladle and drank a lot, and then said, "Blacksmith, my master asked me to bring you some words."

"Rurik didn't come? He really didn't come?!" Clavasson asked loudly.

"Yes."

Hearing the girl's words, Clavason looked at the girl who was already quite extravagant and shook his head inexplicably. Then he asked: "A message for Rurik? You say it."

"Okay, it's about..."

Lumia's Norse language is getting better and better. She has mastered almost all the words she needs every day, but she still stumbles a little when she speaks.

She did everything she could to explain to the blacksmith about making glass by surprise, emphasizing the possibility of selling it all tomorrow.

She talked for a long time, and Clavason stroked his beard with joy.

Who doesn't crave more money?

For now, although Clavason has made a batch of glassware, the lead glass is said to be poisonous, which makes Clavason himself contradict. Most importantly, because of the high price that Rurik insisted on marking, its sales seemed to be limited to wealthy merchants.

The richest people, most of whom were left to do business in the South, would go north to Roseburg only in the fall.

Those who triumphed became rich, as Clavason knew perfectly well.

Because soon after the ship docked, a triumphant warrior ran to him happily, announced that the money had been distributed, and immediately paid off the credit for the sword. Some people rushed to the store to see the production of steel swords.

Compared with glassware, steel swords are obviously the least marketable at present.

Clavasson looked down at the girl with the huge silver ornament in front of him: "Tell your master, I already know. It may be a good business to sell glassware to warriors who are suddenly rich."

Rumia hurriedly said, "The master said that I can go back only if I see you start working."

"Oh? He's afraid I'll have a rest tonight? I see. Well, I'll start now. First, I have to prepare some materials."

Clavasson could feel that Rurik was particularly concerned about making money, which of course was understandable, just to serve this little ancestor, Clavasson reckoned that he was really busy tonight.

After all, making glass is fundamentally different from forging steel.

Glass, despite its possibility of weaponization, is best made as a beautiful container for now.

It is indeed exquisite, worked out of ordinary stone, and turned out to be invaluable. Because of the successful sales experience, the huge profits really made Kravason stunned.

Clavasson went into the inner room, met his wife, who was sewing leather gloves with an oil lamp, and took a wooden box in both hands and carried it to the airy blacksmith shop.

Considering the possibility of making glass in large quantities in the future, Kravassen prepared many materials in advance. His proactive actions finally came in handy tonight.

Rumia has seen the production process of glass, and she knows that a few materials in the box can be completely changed by throwing them into the furnace.

Clavason deliberately shows these things: "Are you satisfied now? I'll start working on it quickly."

"Okay, then I can go back too."

Rumia is like a messenger,

As soon as her dexterous body turned around, a large hand grabbed the long golden braid that was drooping behind her head.

As if pulling the reins of the horses, Rumia stopped instantly, full of displeasure, considering that they were all noble Rus, she turned around and could only greet them with a smile.

"Blacksmith, do you want me to have another job?"

Clavasson let go, looked at the girl's face and shook his head: "Are you going to go back alone? You still came to me at night alone. Don't you know the danger?"

"Dangerous?" The girl's face was dull.

"Remember who you are, you are Rurik's servant. Watch out for those dazed people who take you home, and they don't care if you are Rurik's servant or not when they are mad. If you are defiled, it hurts the honor of your master."

Hearing that, Rumia immediately covered her upper body with her arms, and she was startled and afraid of the night road.

She asked cautiously, "I am Rurik's servant, so no one should do anything, right?"

"That's your stupidity! Ah, a naive deer breeder. It's dark, who can recognize who you are?" Kravason didn't mean to scare the girl, "You wait a moment, I'll escort you back. Don't worry about anything, since Rurik doesn't plan to come to inform me personally, I'll go there in person."

If Rumia, a servant woman, is afraid of the dark, is it true that Rurik's noble identity is also afraid of the dark? It is not shameful for an eight-year-old boy to seem to be afraid of the dark.

Since it was discussing making big money, Clavathon complained that Rurik didn't come.

In fact, Rurik is really inseparable!

Cousin Arik has completely become a real brother, but even a real brother has to settle accounts, right?

After Rurik gave Rumia the order, he informed Arik about the "trade fair" tomorrow afternoon. Rurik knew that his cousin could be regarded as the leader of those young warriors. If he released the news prematurely, he might have caused a lot of trouble at the "trade fair".

Furthermore, the glass was stored in Kravason's house, whether the person who got the letter ran away early, if Kravason sold it at a low price, it would be a big loss.

Rurik did not intend to let his cousin know too much about this. There is only one task to arrange for a cousin to take his own glass from the table, use it as a sample to show to the warriors who are at the money-splitting scene, and then lead them to the blacksmith shop.

Cousin Arik has fallen asleep, everything seems to be more than a year ago.

In one year, this fledgling young man has already made great achievements on the battlefield.

Rurik admired this brave young man from the bottom of his heart, and was worried about his future.

Now that Arik is back, let him rest for a while. For the foreseeable future, Rurik believed that they would no longer engage in mass looting.

Rurik himself wanted to get into the "sleeping bag" made of animal skins to rest, and he was still waiting for Rumia's return.

Lumia finally came back, but she didn't expect that the blacksmith Kravason was still by her side.

"Rurik, you actually let your servant run around, how can you do this!" Rurik was startled by Kravassen's loud voice.

He hurriedly glanced at his cousin who was twisting his teeth a few times, and walked out of the house with his mother.

In fact, Kravason has been thinking about a possibility in his heart. Rurik was too gentle with his servant Rumia, and this gentleness had not changed for half a year. What does this say? Maybe ten years from now, Rumia will still be Rurik's wife.

This is the biggest reason why Kravason is polite and caring, at least to make the potential chief's wife have a good impression of her home from the beginning.

Clavason, who had no intention of criticizing his financier, handed back the servant and started straight to the point about the glassware.

He stayed outside and asked, "Rurik, are you serious? I made glasses overnight. Are you sure you can sell them all tomorrow?"

"Why do you doubt it?" Rurik clasped his hands together, looking confident.

"Okay, let's go inside and talk?"

"No!" Rurik shook his neck. "It's up to you and me to discuss this matter. Let's find a secluded place to explain the matter. I don't need a third person to eavesdrop."

"So hidden?" Clavason shrugged.

Just like that, an old man who had worked hard all his life, followed behind a little boy and walked into the shadow of the wooden house where the moonlight could not shine.

There was no one around, except for the faint bleak chirping of owls, and the sound of people laughing by the bonfire farther away.

Rurik said bluntly: "Klavathon, now you have two choices. Either wait for the big merchant Gould to come back, and sell all our things to him. Or we sell all of our things to the triumphant people, from their hands Make money here. What's your attitude?"

"Is that even a question?" Clavason stomped his foot and said decisively, "I want money! Those cups had better be turned into silver coins right away."

"Well, now that you're here, we should talk about very real issues. Regarding the pricing of glassware, we have to decide now."

Cravason didn't think much about this matter, he said bluntly: "Just like the other day, two hundred silver coins are sold to merchants, are we still the same?"

"No! After all, they are our clansmen, not outsiders. In fact, I have already thought about the price, and I just want to hear your opinion."

Rurik does use previous sales success as an important reference for new products.

The new buyers will all be genuine Ross clansmen. Of course, they should not be too extreme. Give yourself a membership price, and Rick thinks this sales routine can work. After all, discount sales have been around for a long time!

Rurik set a "Clan special price" for the existing glassware.

There are currently forty sets stored in the Kravason home, a glass and a long-necked glass jug forming a set.

The "special price" of the suit was set at 150 silver coins. Rurik set the price because he knew from Arik's mouth how much money each warrior could get.

Even so, Rurik conservatively estimates that at the price of a set of 155, few people may be willing to take the money obediently. It's just too expensive!

So it needs to be sold separately.

It is only a lead glass with a thick wall and a thick bottom that has been annealed after being pressed and formed. It is the simplest mass product. This item sells for one sixty silver coins.

The second is the long-necked glass jug that has been processed. After all, Kravassen creatively put the craftsmanship of making bronzes into glassware, so he has to pay a craftsmanship fee anyway! That's one hundred silver coins.

Since glassware is a rare thing, due to the human nature of comparison, Rurik estimates that no one will buy a set without changing his face. Most of the interested buyers buy a cup or pot as a symbol of their wealth. That's it.

Rurik informs Klaverson all of these analyses.

Shadows covered the child's face, and at this moment, Clavasson always felt that the god of greed might still reside in Rurik's heart.

In terms of greed, Kravason had no greed capital before, but now he just wants to melt silver coins and make a pile of silverware for himself.

Cravason told the truth: "Actually, I still hope you set the price a little higher. In this way, the person who is willing to buy will not be stingy with his money. The set we sell to the merchant is two hundred silver coins, which is two Ten gold coins! Those people are just admiring the glass. When they handed over the gold, they didn't take their eyes off the glass. Rurik, do you lower the price because it is our tribe. I am yours too Clan, I will make less money because of this."

"But those businessmen are not our clansmen. Of course, we have to give up certain benefits to the clansmen. You are also a clansman, but you are also a glass maker."

"If you give them benefits, I will lose a lot." Kravason said truthfully.

"You like more money? You can't do that, my uncle. I'm just worried that because the price is too high, they'll buy cautiously, just to see and not buy at all. Our goal is to get them in their hands. of silver coins, and make sure they are happy to spend a fortune.

Speaking of making money. Gould bought an ordinary glass bottle and actually spent thirty gold coins. We now have a better one, which is sold to our clansmen at half price. Is there any problem?

Those warriors are my wealthy people, you just think I'm giving them a favor? "

Clavason listened with interest at this moment, "What else is there to hide? You say."

In the darkness, Rurik let out a greedy laugh: "Tomorrow, when they come to the blacksmith shop to see all the glassware we have on display. I will tell them in public what price to sell to foreign merchants and what price to sell to clansmen. I want them to understand that it is precisely because of their identity as a member of the Ross tribe that they can enjoy my preferential treatment. By the way!"

Rurik had an idea and hurriedly asked: "Klavassen, how many cups can you make the fastest tonight?"

"It depends on my stock of materials. You know, I'm a blacksmith, and I have high demands on my products. You said that glassware must be placed in the embers of the campfire, and only the embers slowly go out on their own. , so that the glass will not crack when poured into hot water."

"Yes." Rurik affirmed.

"So, I can only make twenty. If something goes wrong, both your reputation and mine will be damaged."

Rurik secretly admired the old guy's quality consciousness. Furthermore, Kravassen did not boast, but only said that he tried his best to make twenty quickly, and Rurik was very satisfied with what he had done before.

"Perhaps only sixty glasses for mere glasses? Enough. Clavasson!" Rurik smiled confidently.

"You're urging me to do more? Make more money?"

"No. Money must be earned, it's our product... I've decided that only 60 cups will be provided tomorrow. It's really hard work for you, so you will make 20 cups of acceptable quality, not more than one. Production."

"Actually... I can also work harder. If you can, you can ask Lumia to help me."

"No need, Lumia is still going to herd elk. Just listen to me, only produce twenty, even if you have the ability, don't make more. What do you think this is called? This is called limited sales! We provide this Lots of stock, and maybe 400 buyers! We tell them the quantity of the stock and let them pass the chance that there will be no new stock for a long time, or that the new stock will be more expensive when it arrives. I guess, so People who are indecisive will also scramble to buy.”

In fact, Rurik also thought of hunger marketing in a trance. After all, the implementation of hunger marketing routines must ensure that there are still a lot of stock in the warehouse. You can announce that the goods are running low, and secretly pick up the goods from the warehouse in a steady stream, in this way, the buyers.

Now Rurik really has no more goods here! Had it not been for the demands of Clavason to ramp up production, only forty cups would have been sold.

Rurik is actually forced to helplessly "limited sales", so there is nothing to hide.

Like Clavasson, Rurikbah had to cash in the glass right away. Not just because he, like everyone else, has an innate desire for wealth.

It was also that Rurik had to get more coins because of other expenses. Using reasonable means to get the silver coins looted by the triumphant into his own hands can eliminate even the slightest possibility of his own financial crisis. Rurik just wanted to be stable, and then count the money to satisfy himself with peace of mind, and then throw money to win people's hearts.

It is also "special price for the tribe" and "limited sales". Rurik expressed these in Norse language, that is, he kneaded a few words and invented two proper nouns.

Rurik, who is very good at mathematics, closed his eyes to mental calculations, and estimated the maximum and minimum profits for Kravason after all the sales.

Since the agreement was to share the profits equally, Clavason was pleasantly surprised to learn that he was likely to get close to 40 pounds of silver coins, that is, 4,000 silver coins. Just because of the processing of those river sand, white mountain rocks, and lead that was deliberately made into bad money, you can get the wealth equivalent to making 70 steel swords and 1,000 iron constructions in the past.

Any objections? Bah!

From the previous transaction with the merchant, Kravasen made fifty gold coins, and he almost fainted with laughter!

Now, greater wealth lies ahead.

He had no objection, assured Rurik that he would do exactly as planned, and happily ran at night, only to run back to the blacksmith shop as soon as possible.

The excited figure of Clavasson was really seen by Niya, and soon after her son returned to the house, she had to ask: "What kind of words did you say to him, Clavasson is getting old and happy like a child. ."

Sitting on the leather cushion, Rurik stuck his tongue out at his mother and said, "Mom, we'll soon be richer with the glass. Just look at it!"

"Oh? Then I want to see it."

Rurik then lay down on the deerskin and greeted the servant with a side face: "I'm tired. Rumia, rub my leg, my calf is very sore."

A few strands of golden threads were drooping on Rumia's face, and her stretched face was not unpleasant at all, as if her master needed to be taken care of like her own younger brother.

She kept kneading Rurik's most sore calf, causing Rurik to be satisfied for a while.

Rurik, who was lying on his stomach, didn't actually want to enjoy it on purpose.

He is in the stage of growing his body. This Nordic body grows faster and needs more food. Rurik felt that the soreness of his calf was due to calcium deficiency or other reasons. The soreness was a manifestation of the lack of nutrition in the body, especially after exercise. Speaking of sports, Rurik brought his more than 150 "buddies" to do physical training every day.

Even though his food was much better now, Rurik was still dissatisfied. pasta! meat! And vegetables! Now, the only thing Rosberg can supply stably is fish, of which herring is the most.

He fell asleep comfortably while Rumia rubbed his legs. At this time, Rumia also stopped working.

She turned her head slightly to look at the mistress.

Niya looked at his son's sleeping image, and then looked at Arik's sleeping image who had returned safely, and smiled gratified. Then he ordered: "You go to sleep too, Rumia. Remember to graze well in the morning."

"As ordered." Rumia covered the little master Rurik with a blanket.

She crawled up to the wooden wall very wisely, and lay on her own bedding, covered with an animal skin blanket...