Rise of Rurik

a silver coin.

Even though the price of meat in the fish market has risen a lot, Broma and Fisk have no doubts about the value of a silver coin.

Only someone with enormous power like Rurik didn't think it was a big deal to own 10,000 silver coins.

His recent outrageous behavior has added more fame to his own clan.

Those women who cook fish suddenly have new jobs!

Soon, Broma returned from the fish market with two women, each carrying a cod.

Cod it! The price is naturally a bit high, and Rurik is willing to entertain his new subordinates with this good fish.

A few stones are moved to the open space, and a wooden board is placed on it, which is the so-called dining table.

The cod, which had been descaled and gutted, was being boiled over a high fire, and the air was filled with the aroma of meat and some faint fishy smell.

Eleven servants sat cross-legged at a humble table in the open air, and their west was the splendid sunset.

The time is actually very late, and now that the summer solstice has passed, the night time is short every day.

The only thing that keeps the kids spirited is the smell of meat.

Rurik himself was hungry, so he simply stayed here and dined with the servants as a master!

Then, with the addition of the head maid Rumia, whom I have determined, there are twelve servants who dine together!

In front of the children is a wooden plate with a lump of fish on it.

Not only that! Rurik himself sprinkled some salt on each piece of fish. Even though the quality of this salt is not very good, it is mixed with a lot of bitter substances such as magnesium chloride, but the sodium chloride in it gives the fish a more human flavor.

Even Rumia, as the head maid, is still a child after all.

Rumia maintained great restraint, and it was also her simple Old Slavic vocabulary that she scolded the servant who was going to stretch out her hand first.

The principle is that without Rurik speaking, all servants are forbidden to eat.

Rurik, who was sitting in the position of the master in the north, looked at the fish on his plate and looked at the expectant eyes of the children.

He felt he needed to say some nonsense.

"Servants, you see, this is my reward to you. Eat, my servants."

"So? What's the price? Master?" It was Anna who was the first to be named.

"The price?" Rurik chuckled. "It's your loyalty! Anna. This is your destiny as servants. Now, start eating!"

"da!"

Anna's reply in Slavic made Rurik stupefied for a while, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After all, they are all Slavs.

With an order, the children are no longer restrained. Driven by hunger, all children are little wolves.

Even Rumia, who had followed Rurik for more than half a year, turned into a little wolf gnawing at the meat.

All the children, who had previously been under Rurik's orders, washed their little faces and hands thoroughly with something strange, actually soap.

They started to nibble on the pieces of meat. Since the cod has few spines, they are not worried about the possibility of being stabbed by the fish. As a result, many children are really hungry and swallow the fish without chewing a few times.

A few girls kept hammering their chests, so that the fish could go down.

Seeing how they were gobbling up, Rurik was a little dumbfounded.

Thinking about it carefully, it is understandable that boys and girls are completely the same gobbling down.

I am afraid that in their hometown, they have never had the experience of eating as they do today, not to mention meat and a lot of salt! I am afraid that they are not simply replenishing body energy, but also desperately replenishing electrolytes.

Rurik had deliberately sprinkled a salty dose of salt, but the children's behavior was a good indication that they must be deficient in all nutrients.

Seeing their appearance, Rurik ate a few bites of meat and suddenly didn't want to eat it.

He simply put his own meat on Rumia's plate, looked at her surprised eyes, and Rurik, who had already stood up, said, "Rumia, eat more, only you are my favorite among all the servants. of."

It was these words from the Norse language that completely quelled Rumia's jealousy.

She looked up at her master, then grabbed the piece of meat and gnawed it.

Let the servants eat as much fish as possible! If the kids can eat all three large cod, eat it!

Rurik now just wants to talk to Fisk, who is at his door. in addition. After negotiating with Broma, about providing meals to the maids at night, it is urgent to negotiate a good price. After all, the servants’ meal expenses are all paid by the master Rurik. In the foreseeable future, the servants’ meal expenses will begin to become higher and higher as the number of servants increases and the servants grow.

The very clear fact is that Rurik is now raising a total of nearly 170 children with his growing wealth.

It is necessary to continue to spend money on cultivating future loyal and reliable subordinates from an early age.

That is, if you can spend less money and satisfy the people who eat and cook, it would be more appropriate.

Here, the key person in the cooking is Fisk's mother, Broma. Fortunately, Broma is indeed a good woman to talk to.

Why not! Broma is not stupid enough to have any disrespect to the big boss and future boss!

Bromma really loves his only relative, Fisk, and only hopes that his son can become an eternal confidant by Rurik's side.

Letting them eat meat, Rurik approached Fisk, who was sitting at the door of his house, nibbling on the lump of fish left over at noon.

Fisk stuffed the meat into his stomach, rubbing his hands casually on his clothes in a hurry.

"Rurik, are you looking for me for something?"

"Things? Nothing."

Rurik simply folded his legs and sat beside Fisk, yawning as he stared at the western twilight. Then he rubbed Fisk's arm. "Look, my new servants. What do you think?"

"Well, fine. I saw a lot of little girls, Rurik, do you really need them?"

"It's a girl I deliberately got from Novgorod." Rurik's explanation clearly revealed pride.

At this moment, Fisk, how can he hide his envy?

Fisk felt that Rurik was showing off, but he was the future leader, so of course he could show off recklessly.

Look at your own situation. My house has not been repaired for more than a year, and it often leaks when it rains.

Today, he and his mother depend on each other, and if it is not for Rurik's support, the situation is terrible.

Fisk sighed. "Now, even Kanuf has two maids. I heard that Kanuf decided to take those two servants as his wives. What about you? Rurik. Don't you want these girls to be It's your wife."

"Me?!" Rurik was so shocked that he straightened his back, and then looked at Fisk's face awkwardly: "You think too highly of me! I have eleven maids now, can I still..."

"You can." Fisk did not shy away. "You are the leader, and no one will have an opinion on how many wives you have."

"Forget it." Rurik shook his head: "My body can't take it."

"You care about Sister Rumia very much, as we all know. Rurik, are you going to take her as your wife?"

Fisk's words were completely unintentional. After all, he was still a child, precisely because he was a real child. Fisk's words were not false, he was completely serious.

Never thought that these words were heard by Lumia, who was still eating meat, and her mood instantly became complicated.

Rurik kept his mouth shut, wanting to criticize Fisk's outdated childish remarks.

But in all fairness, since he has the ownership of Rumia, Rurik feels that this girl is indeed a good candidate.

Rumia now also has a magical identity, that is, she was hand-picked by the high priest Veria, and she is a really good candidate to take over the position of the high priest.

Regarding this matter, it was a secret contract between himself and Veria, and Rurik would not tell others.

But Rurik didn't have any mood changes to deny Fisk's speculation. His silence seemed to be an admission.

"Ah, it would be good if that was the case." Fisker's sigh expressed his inferiority, and he continued to lament his pity: "I just don't know what my future wife will be like."

Rurik raised his interest again: "Are you actually worried about this?"

"Huh? Why shouldn't I worry? I'll be twelve in two years."

"Twelve years old? What's wrong?" Rurik was a little surprised.

"You..." Now it was Fisk's turn to be surprised: "Rurik, you will be twelve years old in four years, and the big chief will definitely set a marriage contract for you. After all, you are our future chief. Rest assured, no idiot dares to challenge your position."

Four more years? marry? !

Rurik looked at his hands, which were obviously the hands of a child. You are still so young, getting engaged or married at the age of twelve?

Come to think of it, tribes do have rules in this regard.

Rurik looked up at the meat-eating Rumia, thinking about it, wouldn't Rumia be twelve years old next year? Would not it be……

Whether it's a boy or a girl, getting married early is not a good thing, Rurik always believed.

Now that Fisk mentioned the issue of marriage, it seemed that the kid really cared.

Among all the subordinates, if anyone is expected to become the most valiant warrior in the future, it is none other than this "bald" Fisk.

As long as this guy continues to eat meat and does physical training hard every day, when he is eighteen years old, he will be a strong man. If the beard is added on purpose, the image of a bald warlord with a giant beard will surely make the enemy timid.

Rurik patted Fisk on the shoulder and said deliberately, "You don't have to worry about anything. Have you seen my maid? When you are strong enough, those girls will all grow up. Then, you choose a pretty , I will restore the girl's freedom and become your wife."

"Really?" Fisk responded excitedly.

"Of course. You should understand that my servant is just doing things. I can give you an innocent girl in a few years. And you, you must be unconditional allegiance to me."

Fisk smiled shyly. "Of course, we are brothers."

Now, for Fisk, those little girls who look very weak, have their future wives hidden in them?

Which one is the most beautiful girl?

Fisker's eyes widened, observing their eating, and actually saw a little boy eating meat.

"Huh? Rurik, you have a servant too?"

"Yeah, the boy's name is Kamne. He's also a poor man. His parents were killed by bears, and now I'm his master."

Rurik has basically figured out Kamne's identity, and even he has a basic understanding of the background of the girls.

Kamne is indeed pitiful, from now on, Kamne is lucky.

The life experience of the servant instantly resonated with Fisk's thoughts.

"Rurik, what do you plan to do with that valet? Could it be that he joins our army?" Fisk just regarded the daily morning training as a military exercise. It hurts when the wooden sword falls down.

"Join our training team? Forget it! Even if I trust that kid again, you all have opinions."

"That's right, your footman, not one of our people. That's just a slave."

Rurik shrugged. He didn't think there was anything wrong with Fisk's "slave" theory.

Because the Ruth people are always proud, especially now, the tribes have won revenge raids on their enemies, and many people have suddenly become rich for this. The pride of the tribesmen is now unprecedented, and even the merchants who live there are proud that their tribe and the Rus are allies as strong as brothers.

After all, the Russ cut down the hateful Gotlanders, but they gave the whole alliance a bad breath.

Fisk continued, "So, boy, what are you going to do with him?"

"Be a blacksmith."

"blacksmith?"

"Yeah." Rurik looked at Fisk again and clenched his brother's arm: "You have to hold the right weapon in your hand. And our other brothers, you all have the best sword in your hand. , to be as good as mine. So, I need a group of full-time valet, and only then can I believe that my brothers have the best weapons in their hands."

At this moment, Fisk could not understand that Rurik had sprung up and would tightly control the metallurgical industry of the tribe in the future.

From Fisk's point of view, Rurik must be in a particularly good mood today. This is a promise to send his wife and a steel sword. He believes that everything will come true.

After the children finished eating the meat, the girls who were shriveled and muttered have now become round and bulging.

The mess after dinner left Rick with no time to pay attention. He paid the women who cooked the meal, and the rest was theirs.

Rurik also revised the agreement with them, that is, when eating at noon, the amount of ten people should be increased. And at night, they have to continue to cook for the girls, which is where the food is to be delivered to the servants.

"Maybe Otto has already gone home? If I go back right away, he won't have to gushed about his experience in Novgorod?" Thinking of this, Rurik didn't want to go back right away.

It's not that he wants to wander around in the tribe. Now that these servants are in his own hands, the problem of eating can be said to be solved. Now, there is still an urgent need to solve the problem of dressing.