Rise of Rurik

From this evening, Rurik will leave Kamne at the smithy.

After all, there was only one child in Kamne, and Kravatson wouldn't mind having another little boy living in the family.

Rurik has decided to build another "servant's quarters", which will house all the blacksmith apprentices.

In the future, one's servants should arrange different dormitories for them according to their occupations. This is a move that is easy to manage.

With the accommodation problem solved in this way, and the food problem, Rurik estimates that he can't continue the current situation of "inviting guests to eat in the open air". Including his more than 150 fellows of the same clan, he had to build a serious canteen. There shouldn't be one canteen, there must be at least two.

Canteen No. 1 is the place where the fellows of the same clan eat. Canteen No. 2, that is where the servants eat. Likewise, even a formal kitchen has to be built!

These problems can be easily solved with money, and by the way, it can also help a bunch of men and women in the tribe who are old or not physically fit, and provide them with an errand that can earn some silver and copper coins. Anyway, this group of people is usually an extreme "energy saving and emission reduction", and a lot of time is spent waiting for death, so it is better to organize as much as possible.

The above great ideas really make Kravason and Kavey gratified.

Not only did they find Rurik's vision to be benevolent and fair, but they also saw a business opportunity.

Because Rurik's needs will inevitably force the tribe's various craftsmen, especially the carpenters, to keep building. They need more tools, more nails, and as a blacksmith, they also have the opportunity to make money.

Although the herring is small, the meat is the meat, and Kravassen does not think that making an ordinary hammer is low value-added. Because he can push the guys to increase the price, and according to the contract, wrought iron is not steel, and there is no need to pay Rurik 10% of the profit.

Finally, Rurik had a special need.

"Klavathon, Rumia and I are going back. I'll give you one more task."

"Okay, my little master. If I can do it, I'll do it right away."

"It's a very simple matter," Rurik said. "I'm going to make some sterling silver plaques with Roman letters engraved on them."

"Huh? Are there any special arrangements?"

"Of course. I have ten maids now, and they are not as noble as my Rumia. But they are maids. I have decided that my maid needs a name tag."

"Like you gave your deer herd a name tag for each deer?" Clavason asked with a smile.

"Well... that's about it. If you know the Roman alphabet, please engrave the letters one by one in the order I have compiled. I need ten, melt three silver coins for each nameplate, and engrave the letters at the end."

"Is that enough?"

"Then add some more materials." Rurik pinched his chin and thought, slapped his thigh and said: "In the engraved inscription, inlaid with gold. We can just melt a gold coin. You need to use these materials first, I'll give you the money tomorrow, and give you ten silver coins for labor, what do you think?"

"You." Cravason shook his head with relief: "You really have a lot of money, and you spend a lot of money. I understand it all, you don't have to give me money, I'll make it for you now. Come and pick up the goods tomorrow morning. Bar."

"That's work."

Rurik did not linger any longer,

When it was getting late, I should have gone home immediately and had a good chat with my father who returned home.

Maybe my father had already taught the decadent guys in the longhouse a lesson, and it was time to talk to him about the madness of the priests.

Night finally came, and bonfires were lit on the beach.

The clansmen who distributed the supplies only took their share. No, no, Luo Kawei went to get it himself. At night, the clansmen worked together to bring his share back to the blacksmith shop.

Of course, these people not only helped Kawi to move things out of friendship, but they came and handed over the money for the steel sword they bought on credit. Of course, they couldn't take the money, so they paid off the debt with the materials they got.

Compared with silver, both Cravatson and Kaway lacked money, and the two accepted the other party's request to pay off their debts.

It was late at night, and Rurik was in a really good mood.

His Rumia followed closely, and the girl was thinking about her own future.

That night, Rosberg was brightly lit from house to house. The great leader returned triumphantly, a group of beautiful Novgorod women married into the tribe, and a great deal of wealth poured into Rosburg. Life is really getting better day by day.

Although it is not a festival tonight, the clansmen are carnival all night.

The clansmen also quickly learned the news that at dusk tomorrow, the group wedding of the clan will be held on the stone boat altar.

Before Rurik returned home, Otto had just returned.

Finally returning to his homeland, Otto's mood was a bit complicated.

"Are you a little gloomy?" Niya, who had cooked the wheat porridge, enthusiastically offered a hot bowl.

She even used craft ale bought from a foreign merchant, poured the dark yellow liquor into a delicate glass, and placed it in front of her dusty husband.

Seeing the glass, Otto suddenly perked up.

He hooked his head and stared at the transparent cup with wide eyes. Couldn't speak for a long time.

"Are you stupid? It's just a crystal cup." Niya sneered.

"Crystal cup, our family... how can this be? No!" Otto slapped his thigh: "I was at the priest's place, and I found that the priests all have this. Even our high priest, there are more delicate ones. This What's going on? Are those merchants selling too?"

Niya's heart was somber, she deliberately sold Guanzi: "Do you think those businessmen really have such great ability?"

"Not them?"

"It's your son!"

"Rurik?!" Otto was surprised at first, and then he was quickly relieved. He tugged at his beard: "It seems that he has done a lot during the three months I was away."

The son has indeed done a lot of incredible things. Niya has not seen her husband for a long time, and can't wait to tell him everything she has seen and heard for three months.

Niya sat near the low square table, and really made a report one by one.

Otto, he gradually knew everything.

Including making a fortune from making glassware, including Rurik entertaining those brothers every day, and Rurik's decision to drive the entire tribe to start construction. Of course, what she was most happy to talk about was the victory of the tribe's revenge against the Gotlanders.

She was talking about Rurik when Rurik came back suddenly.

Hearing what his wife said, Otto changed his eyes when he saw his son again.

Otto's rough hands greeted warmly: "My child, you are really incredible. Come and sit with me."

Rurik nodded, he estimated that the old guy was now his own son. An old father guarding a single seedling, can't he be too intimate?

Rurik walked over with interest, and was grabbed by Otto tightly in his arms. Then, his bearded face, towards his own tender smile, gave an intimacy and rudeness.

In such a family scene, Rumia, who is complicated in her heart, just likes to sit obediently in the corner and go back to her sleeping bed as usual.

For a split second, Otto noticed the girl.

"Rumia, come here for me!"

Rumia shivered vigilantly, and even now she is still very afraid of this tribal chief.

She was apprehensive and approached the square table.

Otto held Rurik like an orange cat for a while, and now he let go of the cat. He looked at the hot porridge in front of him, pushed it directly in front of Rumia, and said in a gentle tone: "Eat it, Rumia. This is your reward."

Seeing this, Rurik and Nia were taken aback.

The party involved, Rumia, was even more surprised: "Big leader...I..."

"Eat, my boy. Eat more."

"I..." Rumia was even more at a loss when she heard such kind words from the leader of the Rus people.

Even Rurik didn't know what happened to his father, but he was happy to have his father feel so intimate with the head maid he had appointed.

Niya sneered: "I didn't expect you to be so gentle with a servant. After all, she is a servant, not your daughter."

"Is that so?" Otto faced his wife with an intriguing smile: "Things have changed."

"Why is it different? A servant is a servant. Of course you can be nice to her, and I'm glad you did."

"No. Rumia is different." Otto drank the glass of craft ale and burped deeply. "I've learned a lot from the high priest! Rumia, don't be nervous. Since the high priest doesn't treat you as an outsider, neither will I."

Rumia opened her eyes wide, unable to say anything for a while.

Rurik hurriedly asked: "Dad, did the high priest tell you something? For example, about Rumia."

"Of course." Otto's big hand covered his son's head and caressed his son's golden smooth hair. "You are my heir, and now, the high priest is still doing a lot for you. Now there is one more important thing."

Having said this, Otto sighed deeply and said solemnly: "That Bona is dead."

"What?!" Rurik was startled.

Even Niya is asking: "What did you say? Bona is dead?"

"Yes, dead."

My father wouldn't lie about this kind of issue, and there's no motive for lying. For Bona, Rurik was very angry, and as for his cousin Arik, he could not wait to cut down the tyrant.

"Bona, did she drink too much and died?" Rurik asked tentatively, "Dad, you may not know that those priests were guilty of drinking almost all night."

"Yes! So I executed Bona. That woman mistakenly thought she could be above the leader and longed for more power, so she was addicted to drinking every day. So she died."

"Dad, could it be that she was given to you by you..." Rurik felt like a boulder had been pressed against his ribs for a moment, making him almost unable to breathe.

"It's been dealt with." After saying that, Otto's eyes glared at Rumia, who was at a loss: "My child, I know what the high priest expects from you. Now you remember it! No matter at all times, you always It's Rurik's servant. You remember, you can only get boons by following your master. That's enough! How do you think Bona died? She wanted something that didn't belong to her, so she died. Do you understand it?"

Rumia hummed in trepidation.

Otto continued: "The high priest has high expectations of you. She doesn't treat you as an outsider, and I won't treat you as an outsider now. I can treat you as a daughter. You always remember that any infidelity will lead to death. .My daughter, eat the porridge."

At this moment, a sense of grief suddenly stimulated her nose, which was connected to her eyes. She suddenly possessed Stockholm Syndrome, looking at the bearded old man in front of her, the feeling of fear that she used to have has been eliminated a lot.

She picked up the wooden spoon and answered weakly "fadere", which is a respectful word for "father".

And her performance is regarded by Otto as a symbol of loyalty.

The family got together, and now Otto could ask his son about everything that had happened in three months.

The porridge cooked by Niya was eaten cleanly by the family of four, and Otto, who drank two glasses of ale, was in good spirits, and his tone of speech was even more enthusiastic.

"Rurik! You are so generous, you stinky boy. You actually entertained your brothers. You know what? When I was young, I thought about having a barbecue with my brothers, but we were all poor at that time and only You can do it occasionally. You have money now, and you entertain them every day. You are very generous, but what about your capital? Let me see your money."

"Okay." Rurik also wanted to show off to his parents.

Rurik immediately lay on the ground, and invited his servant Rumia from the other side of the house, and the two worked together to pull out three suitcases in a row.

Different from the boxes that he used to store his belongings, these three boxes are all Rurik's own.

He opened the lock, and what caught Otto's eyes were three boxes of silver coins shining under the oil lamp.

Otto was taken aback: "I heard that you made ten thousand silver coins?"

"No! It's almost 20,000."

In this situation, thinking of his father's resentment towards those drunken priests, Rurik had no scruples. He once again explained that he could mass-produce glassware, and that he would take advantage of the greed of the priests to loot their huge wealth.

This is good, Otto understands that Harrodsen and his eldest nephew led a group of brothers to win the battle. They looted nearly 200,000 silver coins, of which 130,000 were distributed to returning soldiers and priests. Rurik and the blacksmith took away at least 20,000 silver coins! Just use glassware.

Soldiers were born and died, and as a result, their sons just sat on their hands.

Is Otto happy? Of course he was happy. Even now, Otto's heart was even more shocked.

In less than a year, my son got so much money, and in the foreseeable future, his son will definitely get richer and richer.

Otto touched his son's money greedily with both hands, and sighed: "Rurik, it seems that you don't need me, you have become very rich."

"Dad, is this a compliment?"

"Yeah. My wealth will be yours. Maybe you don't need my money very much. Now close the box and I'll tell you something big about money."

Otto ordered Rurik to sit down obediently. Now that he can clearly see the huge wealth accumulated by his son, he must explain some life experiences to him, so as to save him from possible mistakes in the future.

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