Rise of Rurik

Arik and his guys walked some distance, and soon they were carrying these specially processed leathers, or "quilts".

The chief's son Rurik used the money he earned to build a new type of housing, as the tribe knew.

Arik, who has returned, has gone to the dormitory that his brother prepared for the servants many times. Of course, he also subconsciously felt that living on a platform built of wood has a strange feeling of chopping fish and meat.

As for the other quilt bearers, it was their first time participating. It can't be said that it is an eye-opener, different from the previous accommodation feeling, they can really feel it.

"You can put your things here." Rurik ordered the clansmen in a slightly orderly tone. He especially told his brother: "Brother, you spread a quilt flat on the platform."

"Okay." Arik finished quickly, "And then what?"

"Put the second one on."

"All right."

Arik had thought that he could just spread it out, but Rurik asked him to lay it out like a bag. It's just a move, and everyone can see that this is the sleeping shack placed on the wooden platform.

"That's it? Are you satisfied?" Arik asked.

"not bad."

After speaking, Rurik shook his neck and ordered: "Rumia, take off your boots and climb into this bag for me."

"Yes..." The girl hesitated.

She quickly kicked off her slightly crude leather boots, sat sideways on the so-called real bed, and got into the quilt in front of everyone.

Immediately, a floating feeling affects the whole body.

"What do you think?" Rurik asked.

At this moment, a smile appeared on Rumia's face: "It's very comfortable. My body is really flat, and I can actually lie down in a relaxed manner. I feel like I'm lying on the flat grass. No! It's so warm!"

"Of course, you are wrapped in leather and linen. Come down now."

The serious bed was indeed a brand new experience for Rumia, she was a little reluctant to lie down and put on her shoes.

Rurik proudly looked up at his brother: "Look, my servants don't lie. I will have many servants in the future, and they will live here."

Arik suddenly interrupted his brother's words: "Comfortable? How can it be so comfortable?"

"Oh? Why don't you try?"

"I can't ask for it."

After all, Arik also took off his boots and got under the quilt. It has to be said that because Rurik deliberately bought leather with a larger surface area, it can cover a larger area. Arik also experienced the feeling of lying down with his whole body relaxed, which was completely different from sleeping on the ground and building a sleeping pit.

"Ah! It's so comfortable, so warm."

Arik is still the "Second War Chief". Before the chief leader Otto announced the cancellation of this temporary position, Aric was still a "military general" in the tribe, so he was naturally appealing.

Seeing such high praise from the heroic Arik, the men who carried the quilt simply tried one after another.

The quilts were prepared for the servants, and Rurik saw that his clansmen were trying to lie on the wooden beds wrapped in cups, and he wished the clansmen would do so.

With his first attempt at happiness, Arik suddenly realized one thing. Sleeping on a wooden platform like fish on a cutting board?

Pooh! Obviously a very comfortable experience.

The sun gradually slanted westward, and the soft afternoon light filtered through the wooden windows of the servants' dormitory, giving the people inside a drowsy feeling.

The hunger in Arik's stomach forced him to suspend the current comfortable experience. He sat on the bedside completely instinctively and looked at his younger brother: "Rurik, it's really yours! Do you have more tricks to enjoy?"

"Enjoy the tricks? There are many more." Rurik squeezed his chin lightly: "How do you feel?"

"It's very comfortable. I already know what to do. I'm going to ask a carpenter to make two flat wooden benches. Rurik, you send me at least four of these quilts. I know you've asked those women to order a lot of them. You should acceptable."

"You are really my good brother." Rurik pursed his lips, deliberately making a displeased expression.

Rurik was not angry. He originally hoped that the people would give up the so-called traditional custom of sleeping on the ground and enter the beautiful era of sleeping in wooden beds for all people as soon as possible. This requires some role models worthy of everyone's trust, and Arik may be a competent role model.

"You're angry?"

"No, I don't. It's perfectly fine to give you four, but you have to tell me, why do you want so many?"

"My stupid brother!" Arik, who was sitting on the bed, stretched out his right hand with a smile, and put his fingers gently on his brother's forehead: "My uncle, and your sister (actually sister-in-law) are coming back soon. You know Yes, I feel great! I'm going to sleep on a wooden bed in the future, and I kind of know why my Peravina says it's especially comfortable to sleep on a wooden board. Ah! It's really comfortable. Those Novgorodians still It's going to be enjoyable."

"So, what are you going to do?" Arik asked.

"I'll go to the carpenter right now. Brother, you give your servants too many gifts, but don't forget your own home. Your mother should also enjoy it."

"How can I forget?" Rurik pointed with a small hand: "Don't forget, what's under construction there is my new home. I hope the new house will be completed when Dad comes back."

Arik nodded deeply: "This year, my uncle is destined to come back much later. Ah! I'm going to be a father soon. Everything is wonderful."

Arik took his men away from here, and Rurik ordered those who helped to keep the house to keep all the new quilts under close watch.

The two brothers went home together. For the rest of the night, they were still laying the floor, but they both wrapped themselves in new quilts and fell asleep.

Early in the morning, life is business as usual.

Before his uncle, wife, and other clansmen came back, Arik took his former home and lived with his aunt and cousin.

After Arik woke up, he couldn't wait to find some skilled shipbuilders in the tribe.

Artisans are easy to find because their homes are always set up by the sea.

The clan's shipbuilding industry was also strongly stimulated by the influx of large amounts of money into Roseburg.

The young people who enjoyed the war bonus, with the money in their hands, can finally realize their childhood dream - owning their own boat.

There was a constant ding ding dong sound in those docks, a large amount of wood was transported to the beach, and some areas seemed to be turned into open-air shipyards.

They are happy to pay thirty to sixty silver coins to order a small fishing boat of their own. With your own boat, even if you don't participate in war operations in the future, you can control your own boat to fish at sea, so as to live in peace.

Even this small boat becomes the coffin at the end of his life.

The shipbuilding industry began to prosper. What's more prosperous is that every day there are small boats of foreign merchants, either a loner or a small fleet of three or five, carrying a variety of goods to the place in Roseburg. dumping.

Because businessmen are also following a myth about wealth, that Rus people are suddenly rich and can make high profits just by bringing useful things there.

Arik found the shipbuilder early in the morning and paid a small sum of money to ask the shipbuilder to piece together a wooden platform. He tried his best to gesture and supervise at all times, so in the afternoon, the construction of two wooden beds was completed.

He squeezed his chin and tasted his wooden bed, using his imagination to piece it together to form a large bed, so that he and his wife could sleep on it.

There is no need for high-grade futons, but simply laying animal skins must be a flat and warm enjoyment.

Look at the open space under the wooden bed, where things can naturally be stored.

He called out to the guys who were fighting with blood and carried the wooden bed back to the temporarily deserted home.

"Excellent. That's it." Arik looked confidently at his wooden bed, which looked so huge when put together.

"Brother, you and your wife sleep on this?" a guy asked curiously.

"Yes, Essov, I advise you to follow me. Don't sleep on the floor again!"

"Don't sleep on the floor, just sleep on the wooden board?"

"Yeah." Arik's eyes were full of hope: "In the future, our chief will sleep on the wooden board, and the same will be true of the chief's children. The chief will set an example, and we must obey the chief's request."

"Oh, since the leader likes it, of course those of us must obey." One person said this, and the others nodded one after another.

In an instant, Arik developed ten people. The ten young clansmen immediately went to the beach to look for the shipbuilders who were at work. With the money they had prepared, they were eager to get their own wooden beds as soon as possible.

Things were doomed beyond Rurik's imagination. As soon as the news spread, it gradually became that the big leader Otto ordered the people to sleep on the wooden boards supported by four wooden stakes.

For the time being, Rurik does not pay attention to whether the "wooden bed revolution" of the tribe can really be successfully completed in a short period of time.

Still this day.

In the afternoon, Rurik had no more than fish and meat, and was not worthy of frolicking with his young subordinates.

He went straight to the priest's long house alone, and after a lapse of many days, he found the priestess Parla, who had been completely reduced to doing nothing.

In fact, most priestesses became hedonistic because of that huge sum of money. They ate roast meat and drank ale from their own glasses.

As for the approaching summer solstice priests, they were all looking at "High Priest" Bona's face.

But for sacrifices, just go through the scene as usual.

The long priest's house is a forbidden place for most of the clansmen. In fact, if they break into the priest's long house, there is no one to contain them. The priests concocted the curse of "Breakthrough will be punished by God", which really scared the clansmen away from running around. .

But what about the interior of the chief priest's house now? Things got really messed up.

Rurik pushed back the leather curtain and entered the hall of the chief priest's house.

In the past, this place must have been a scene of a group of priestesses boiling oil.

Due to the poor ventilation system, the interior of the longhouse is always filled with the smell of burnt fat, and even the smoky smell of charcoal fire.

The priestess who boiled the oil disappeared, and the hall became deserted, but with the intoxicating aroma in the air, Rurik instantly realized that someone must be drinking in a big bowl!

"Where are the people? Bona? Where are you? Are you guys drinking?"

Rurik's call did not summon Bona, but managed to summon Parla, who was very clear-headed.

Specifically, the priestess, who was about to be taken away by herself, walked out of the priests' living room with an apologetic expression on her face.

"Rurik, don't call yourself Bona," she said as she walked.

Rurik then greeted him: "What's the matter? Could it be that the woman was so drunk?"

Parla shrugged: "You're really right."

"Come on, show me."

The so-called priestess' living room is nothing but a larger compartment. Even the priests follow the tradition of laying the floor, but their sleeping dens are quite neatly arranged.

The closer you get to this compartment, the more fragrant the wine is.

Eight oil lamps were lit on the wooden walls of the dark compartment, and under the lights were a group of rotten people. They lay on their backs, with some liquid in the glass beside them, no doubt it was wine.

The source of the erosion was a pottery urn in the center of the room, and through the smell, Rurik realized that it was a jar of wine.

He walked over and pulled out the big wooden stopper on the pottery urn with both hands, which startled Parla.

"Rurik, do you want to drink?"

"What? I can't?" Rurik turned his head and asked.

"It's not impossible. It's this wine, it's...it's not the same."

Parla's expression was cautious, and the more she looked like this, the more Rurik wanted to try.

He asked, "Is there anything strange in the wine? It looks like you didn't drink it."

"I don't dare to drink this kind of wine. I always feel a spicy feeling of eating onions. Oh, it's strange." Parla kept shaking her head to show her dislike.

"Is it still liquor?"

Rurik looked at the stupefied priestesses lying in their sleeping nests, so that he put his arms into the pottery urn, Parla wouldn't say anything anyway.

Rurik rolled up his sleeves and stirred his little hands in the urn. He took out his arm and stuck out his tongue to lick it carefully.

Immediately, a spicy feeling acts on the tip of the tongue.

It was so incredibly exciting that Rurik exclaimed: "Is it a spirit? Parla, where did you get this thing?"

"It's the foreign merchants. Look at them. Yesterday they started drinking, and now they're like this."

"Hangover? You really... It will be the summer solstice sacrifice soon, and the priests are like this."

Rurik was speechless, but what could be done?

He licked his fingers again, savoring the spiciness, only to be sure that he judged "spirits" too arbitrarily.

The alcohol content in the pottery urn is absolutely high, which may be the level of 13° of ordinary dry red wine, which is far from the blended vodka and Erguotou.

He guessed that the highest ability of those allies in the south to make wine is like this, and such a degree is enough to turn people who drink too much into a puddle of mud.

Perhaps for the priests, they especially like this kind of dazed feeling, as if the spiritual power has left the body and become immortal.

Rurik slammed the wooden stopper back on, shook his hand vigorously, and muttered casually, "Just drink it! Drink as hard as you can, and you'll die from alcohol poisoning."

In fact, Rurik was happy to see priests like Bona become wine sacks, and if they continued to rot like this, they might not have greater ambitions.

Rurik cheered up and asked Parla: "You just don't like drinking? Actually, I think it tastes good."

"They won't give me a drink. I don't really care." Saying so, Parla's face was filled with regret.

Rurik squatted down and rubbed his hands hard with the leather he had at his fingertips: "You don't want to imitate them, and don't drink alcohol. Since they're pushing you out, don't sleep here anymore. You agreed to make soap for me. , I think the time is ripe. You pack up now and come with me."

"Okay. Anyway, I don't have any nostalgia for this place. Let these stupid women drink and become trash every day."

Because of the hangover of the priestess, Parla's brown hair can be criticized without any scruples.

Without hesitation, she packed up what she called the bedding, which was two pieces of leather and a sackcloth ball that had been folded for the head of the pillow. The sackcloth was stretched out into a long strip, and Parla used it as a cloth rope, covering all of her leather and tying it firmly.

She carried the bedding on her shoulders with her right arm, and picked up a small sackcloth bag on the left and right, containing a small amount of small household items.

These are all her belongings as a priestess, and can be described in one word - shabby.

Suddenly, a key question caused Parla's concern: "Rurik, I'm leaving with you, you have to provide me with a reasonable accommodation."

"Oh, I've prepared a good place for you." Rurik asked deliberately: "You should know that I sent people to build some special houses."

"Yes, I know. You are said to have been inspired by the women of Novgorod?"

"Yeah, now you'll be the first occupant of the new house. Don't worry, my servants will be here soon, it'll be a group of little girls. I hope you'll teach them something then, plus You will make soap for me, you will do many things for me, and I will always give you enough money. You can rest assured that I will not treat you badly."

"Oh, I trust you very much, Rurik," said Parra.

"Then let's go, get out of this rotten room. I want to visit Grandma Villa first, and then I have to settle your accommodation problem first."