Rise of Rurik

A contract worth a hundred pounds of silver was signed, but Rurik was not complacent that he would be richer.

Rurik was sure that what he had done must have angered Bona.

How about that? Anyway, that Bona is just unpleasant.

If a leader can still be swayed by the decision of the high priest of the tribe, how can things become like this?

At no time should the priests have greater ambitions, and they must obey the leader's will.

Moreover, when they start to pursue the greater good, they cease to be religious. This kind of person is so depraved that he should not continue to serve as a priest. In this case, what is the meaning of the existence of a priest?

After today's events, Rurik really understood the person Bona. Say she has ambitions, she really has her own advanced ideas. If you say she's stupid, she's really stupid.

In the future, who can serve as high priest during their own reign? At least Bona alone would never be up to the job.

For such a long-term matter, Rick didn't want to think about it for the time being.

A very tricky thing was before them, those priests were not suspending soap making, but an indefinite suspension.

It seems that the only thing to do now is to start anew.

How is Parla?

This full-time soap-making priestess pushed out by Bona, is she reliable?

Even if it's about soap, there's no glass thing that bothers him more.

Rurik frequently went to Kravasen's blacksmith shop in the afternoon, supervising him making new glassware to make money, and also watching him forging steel swords.

He also estimated the day. According to the usual practice, the fleet led by his father was about to return.

This year is bound to be special. They are going to build New Rose Fort in the location of "St. Petersburg", and there are a lot of things about the marriage of a large number of tribal youths. The time for their return is probably approaching the summer solstice?

Now, the time has come to the end of May, and the father and the others still have no clear news.

The life of the residents of Roseburg has become more and more lively. In recent days, more and more small traders have come from the south with their boats and entered the fjord of Roseburg to dock.

In fact, according to the normal port management system, all foreign trade ships are docked, and the Ross tribe has the right to charge an entry tariff. This tax is not only the maintenance cost of the port, but also an important source of tax revenue for a country.

The Ross tribe is still a tribe, so no one thought that the tribe could collect a sum of money from the foreigners, the so-called "favor fee charged by the tribe to bless the foreigners". The long-term tacit understanding was relieved, and some businessmen were willing to put their wealth in the Rus tribe, so that under the protection of the powerful Rus, they did not have to worry about their wealth being plundered by the enemy.

After all, Roseburg is located in a fjord, which is naturally easy to defend and difficult to attack, unlike the forests by the great lake where the Melalen tribe lived. The wealthy there had to build some wooden walls to prevent surprise attacks from bandits.

In addition, the big leader Otto is indeed a wise man. Under his governance, the Ross tribe rarely steals, and vicious crimes do not even exist. Because, once those thieves are caught, the result is a capital crime. Otto inherited the tradition of his ancestors, and everyone supported such severe punishment.

When it comes to avoiding crime, Otto tries his best to restrain his people, and he treats the guests equally.

The Rus people follow the principle of an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,

Only the theft and looting that took place in Roseburg can be punished by capital punishment.

Look at the port now gradually becoming prosperous, every time Rurik sees it, there is an urge to make a good renovation to make it more like an excellent port.

But before that, the tribal civilization of the Ross tribe must be the first to make changes.

For example, strengthening the power of the leader.

In the past, the tribe was not much more advanced than ordinary people, and everyone did things through consultation. Including the priests, a small group of them do not have much authority.

Tribes are indeed undergoing drastic social change right now. Those with high physical fitness have an increasing voice in the tribe, and now they have completely changed the tribe's dividend system. This makes a family lose the main labor force, and can't get a share of the tribal wars and trade dividends.

"I have to use my own power to change all this. I have to become the real king and make the richest and the poorest submit to my rule. First, I have to use the power of capital to win people's hearts further."

Since he signed the contract with the foreign merchants, in just five days, Kravason successfully took out all the glassware the merchants needed.

The merchants were also very happy to hand over the payment for the goods. After that, they formed a small fleet, and then hired a small group of fishermen from the Ross tribe who wanted to earn extra money, and rowed the boat straight to the south.

An order for glassware worth up to a hundred pounds of silver, which Rurik proudly presented to Kravasen.

Continue making? certainly!

Compared with the former, the workload of completing the new contract is obviously not very high, and the profit is really amazing.

This was actually an order from the priests, and for a while, Kravason was only shocked. After he learned the inside story, Kravason also had some worries about the future.

After all, money is money, who would think that they have too much advanced in their hands?

In another four days, the glassware ordered by the priests was completely ready.

In the Julian calendar, May 31st is also the last day of May in this calendar.

Today's weather is not good, the rain is densely covered, and the light rain is falling.

With such bad weather, Roseburg's intricate roads became muddy, and ships in the port were parked on the shore. On the hazy sea, only sporadic boats continued to fish in the rain. In such a situation, today's fish market is really depressed.

Such weather was a small relief for Rurik.

Because those boys eat at least two pounds of fish a day on a sunny day. A lot of protein intake, coupled with the military training every morning, they are more and more physically explained, and the training of collision and fighting is more and more violent.

Only today, the training was completely cancelled, and the arrangement of free fish was also cancelled due to the temporary closure of the fish market. Most of the clansmen hid in their homes to avoid the rain, nibbling on jerky, and lit indoor bonfires to disperse the cold and dampness.

In the morning Rurik looked again at his two wooden chests of silver coins, and he was satisfied.

"It's raining, you still have to go out? Maybe you can wait a little longer." Mother Nia suggested.

"I have to go out, mother. It's a hundred pounds of silver, and I have to go." After that, Rurik gestured to Rumia with his eyes: "You don't have to go pasture when it's raining. You and me go to the blacksmith's house first. Come. Come with me now."

Without an umbrella or a raincoat, Lumia held up a large sheet of thin sheepskin as a material to keep out the rain, covering herself and her master.

Rurik was clinging to Rumia's body, and the two were pacing in the mud leaning against each other.

After a little bit of setbacks, the two arrived at Kravasen smoothly.

Only the blacksmith shop, the temperature from the continuously burning fire dispelled the gloom.

"I've been waiting for you for a while. Boy. You're so determined! I'm afraid if I slip and fall, my precious glass will shatter."

Clavason's words, who had been waiting for a long time, clearly revealed concern.

Rurik shrugged: "It doesn't matter if it rains a little, let's take the things and bring the money. I hope you and I will divide the money today."

"Let's go then. Hey, more money."

Clavason walked into the inner room, and then threw out a smooth, gray-white leather pouch.

"Rurik, I'll give you a leather jacket to keep out the rain."

"Raincoat?" Rurik stroked the leather in his hand: "Is it a sheepskin?"

"Two pieces of sheepskin stitched together, just to keep out the rain. Enough for you and your servants," added Clavathon.

"Oh thanks. What about you?"

"You don't have to worry about me. I'll take all the glass with me. You and Rumia don't take anything. It's just that when I get to the priest, it's inconvenient for me to enter in person. The rest is up to you."

Rurik thought about it, that was indeed the case. The high priest's house is called a sacred place, and only senior members of the tribe and servants trusted by the senior members are qualified to enter.

In everyone's opinion, the status of craftsmen is indeed not high.

The air suddenly turned gloomy, and Clavason embraced a wooden box with all the glassware neatly stacked inside. When Kravathan arrived at the door of the high priest's house, he was covered in water.

Next, Rurik and Rumia carried the wooden box reasonably and carried it into the longhouse.

Originally, idlers and the like would not enter the serious priest's house. The arrival of the two immediately attracted the attention of the people in the room.

The idle priestesses who had already received the news swarmed up in an instant. They stunned Bona, who was also curious, just to witness the true appearance of the beautiful glassware.

Soon, the glassware for ordinary priests was distributed.

Bona was of course dissatisfied with Rurik's money-hunting behavior, and even though it had been a few days, she still couldn't let go of her dissatisfaction.

Dramatically, when the wrinkled blond woman got her own glassware, her dissatisfaction immediately subsided a lot.

Finally, the small box buried at the bottom of the big box aroused Bona's strong interest.

"Rurik, what's in your little trunk?" she asked.

"Of course it's a treasure for the high priest." Rurik said proudly.

"Then...can I take a look first?"

"you?"

Rurik's eyes revealed suspicion.

Bona said quickly, "I just want to see."

"That's good." Rurik held the box with both hands, and suddenly asked: "Today, Grandma Veria's condition should be better, right?"

"It should be alright. I gave her some fish stew with onions, and the situation has improved a lot."

"It's you?" Rurik smiled contemptuously: "You still love her?"

"Of course."

Hearing this, Rurik guessed that Veria was indeed ill before. After all, it is an amazingly old old man, and it is very likely that he will die because of a disease. Rurik was afraid that Veria's body, which was about to lose its support, would suddenly collapse.

Rurik was also relieved to learn that her mental state had improved. Even Rurik still didn't think that Bona really loved Grandma Veria as she advertised. Maybe all she loves is the priesthood she can inherit from Veria.

Rurik opened the box, which immediately caused Bona to exclaim.

Just because, the two pieces of glass in this small box are really exquisite!

They are not lead glass, but potassium-lime glass, with a little rust added experimentally to give the whole glass a pale yellow-green color.

This situation gave Clavason a great inspiration. If a ruby ​​is added to the molten glass, will the whole glass become red, or some other color?

He thought it was very magical, and the act of throwing messy ores into a crucible to melt them formed the so-called alchemy. It is precisely on the basis of various smelting experiments that it is unreliable to expect to smelt gold, but other strange things can be made.

Since Kravassen has learned about "atomic theory" from Rurik across the ages, after opening his eyes, the old guy's mind has become more active.

Adding strange things to the molten glass is exactly what he learned and used.

Clavasson has never experienced failure! In a few days he knew at least that by putting in dark red rust and green patina, the final glass would have different colors. He really wanted to put a ruby ​​in and melt it, but he couldn't bear to treasure it.

Although the glassware was sold through Rurik's hands, the proceeds were magical profits. Kravason still didn't want to sacrifice his rubies for huge profits, or, because of the huge profits of glassware, the few natural rubies he had in his hands, the price he had previously set for it was too low.

Natural gemstones must command a premium!

The basic principles of making tinted glass have been mastered by Clavason, and even he has found the right coloring material, which makes glassware obviously have other buying points. It's like imitating gems.

Not only that, but making more complex shapes for glassware is also a good way to make a lot of money.

After all, those who have the money to buy glassware are either upstarts or those who already have huge wealth. A big businessman like Gould no longer cares about the crazy prices of commodities. He desperately needs the uniqueness and beauty of commodities to show his noble status and wealth.

After Rurik's description, Kravassin used his ability to make bronze wares and his imagination to make a glass pot with a long neck and a long mouth. A glass tube is connected to the lower end of the pot, this glass tube is like the neck of a swan, and finally the water outlet is slightly bent down.

There are two other seemingly ordinary drinking glasses for which Kravassen also installed glass ears. Because of its strong plasticity, the wall of the cup is also engraved with some patterns.

Kravason began to use gravity more frequently. No, he made a special tong to clamp the middle part of the glass, and the thick part was rapidly deformed by gravity. The viscous and hot bottom kept falling, forming a girdle waist. The falling viscous glass came into contact with an iron plate that had been ground so flat that it formed a level.

Clavason made two in a row, and despite the obvious experimental nature, he was still a success.

These two thick-footed "goblets" with pale yellow color are also gifts to be given to the high priest.

The three special glassware are all pale yellow in color, and with their smooth and hard touch, Kravason can't help feeling that they are like treasures carved out of huge amber when facing his masterpieces.