Rise of Rurik

To be fair, the merchant Fodgen was a little more merciful than many of his peers.

He saved more than 100 Ostara refugees within his ability. For the entire refugee group, these people were lucky.

Fodgen has changed his mind, he has lost patience with the Ostarans, and the pile of "hot potatoes" in his hand must be taken over by a "good man".

He hired a fleet to evacuate, and the Gran and their cattle and sheep also had a new home.

In fact, as many Ostara refugees estimated, they bought the beef of the merchant at a high price and arrived in the territory of the Yermalen people at the cost of starvation.

Many refugees who were completely free died of starvation and exhaustion in the middle, and those who survived were finally taken in by the relatively wealthy Yermalen people. As for the price, the women and children immediately became the family members of the host, or in other words, the labor force.

On the surface, Yermalen people are really kind. Actually? Their style is quite pragmatic.

They took in poor women with children, but couldn't tolerate the entire Gran "armed immigrants" group crowding their living spaces.

It was the night when Carlota and Ella fled, the leader of the Granites, Oak, and the leader of Yermalen, Wenderson, reached a consensus on the future development of both parties.

Of course the Granites want to live closer to the old man, and the Yermalenians don't think so.

That is, the number of cattle and sheep of the Gran people far exceeds their population, which is a large group of monsters that can desperately eat grass! From the point of view of cattle and sheep, wheat seedlings, onion seedlings, and even all green things are green grass and can be eaten.

Winderson has a great idea for the Granites.

"You and your people are moving to the northeast of the lake. The river is full of stones. It is surrounded by rocky beaches, covered with grass. It may be very suitable for you."

The leader Oak felt offended, but Wenderson had no intention of offending his allies.

"That rocky beach is not suitable for farming at all. I can say responsibly that it is indeed a good place for grazing. Besides, those stones are good building materials, and you can even find iron ore in the stones."

Stone? Iron ore? The current situation is that the Gran people have migrated to the territory of the Yermalen people, and they naturally have to listen to the advice of the local people when they first arrive.

The Yilmalun people are also sincere, and the leader told himself that he was worried that the cattle and sheep of the Granites would destroy the crops. The west and north shores of the lake are endless swamps that are ungrazing and more difficult to cultivate.

Therefore, the only place in this area where the Gran people can live is the estuary area in the northeast.

At least there is a lot of grass there and the ground is hard.

As for stone, building a stone house with it may be warmer than the wooden house you used to have.

It is said that there is iron ore? If the Gran people who settled in the new region after processing and making iron tools, can they start a business of selling iron tools to their allies?

The Gran people made a choice - continue to migrate.

On the third day after the departure of the Fodgen fleet, the Granites, who had cultivated, started a new journey with their cattle and sheep.

For three days, they basically restrained their own sheep, but some families' cattle and sheep ate the wheat fields of their allies. For this matter, the Yermalen people had a bad word to say, and the Gran people had to surrender some cattle and sheep to make amends.

Cattle and sheep, the purpose of people raising them is to eat meat, drink milk and use fur.

Using an ox to pull a plough is a symbol of intensive farming. The so-called Yermalen people, who are good at agriculture, just install an iron blade on a primitive wooden plow, and the farmer pulls the plow forward to reclaim the land. They, not even Ma Geng, exist.

In other words, in Scandinavia, horses are still rare livestock.

Even the Danes were just getting into the horses at this time. The young Ragnar also saw the Frankish cavalry a few years ago. For the time being, he could not predict the potential of the cavalry. He only knew that nothing was more efficient than his own longship.

The Gran people used cattle, sheep and dairy products to trade a batch of living utensils and even surplus grain to the Yilmalun people.

The leader of Yermalen also received a generous gift of ten cattle from the leader of the other side.

That's ten cows! The cows in it can almost guarantee that the chief family has milk to drink every day.

In general, the cooperation between the two parties will be a win-win situation. The two tribes temporarily living in Yermalen Lake, one produces food and vegetables on a large scale, and the other develops animal husbandry in large quantities. This is good, the carbohydrates, vitamins and proteins to maintain human survival are all in place.

The Granites are here, and they are building a new settlement at the mouth of the Stone River. This is the future city of "Eskilstona", a commercial trading point, and a future steel smelting center in south-central Sweden.

As the Yermalen tribe explained, there is a lot of open-pit iron ore on the rocky beach in the estuary area, and there is indeed an iron ore vein nearby.

However, this vein is incredible, it stretches from the Gotaland Heights to the Arctic Circle!

The Rus people in the north found the remaining veins of the mines exposed on the surface without much digging.

It was only when the Granites arrived at the recommended place that the leader Orc was keenly aware that there were indeed many black stones that shone slightly in the sunlight. There is no doubt that this thing is iron ore. There is indeed ore in Lianshitan Mountain, but no one has come to excavate it.

"If we use the iron ore here, I'm afraid we can make more profit than we raise cattle and sheep!"

A great idea sprouted in the head of the leader Orc - to become rich by smelting iron.

When they decided to take root and plan large-scale iron smelting and put it into practice, the actual "Eskil Stoner" was born.

It is located in the key position of land transportation between the residents of Lake Mälaren and the residents of the south. It is defended here, and the existing shipping is used to make a local trade town.

The Yermalenians had no idea that their advice would bring disaster to them. Why should the merchants come to live with the Yilmalens once the new towns of the Granites have been built?

Eskilton, the original meaning is "the town of the missionary Eskil", it is also the name changed during the "Northern Crusade Conquest". Towns were born long before that.

She can go by various names, but her urban economic attributes will not change

On this plane, the Grans replaced the Yirmarens as the permanent settlers of the location, and were smart enough to immediately exploit the region's iron ore resources.

No one would have thought that a group of tribes who avoided war could have the opportunity to become a steel tycoon in a new area.

Just like the last survivors of the chief family of the Ostara tribe, the two children do not know their future destiny.

Two lonely children, they fled very hastily, and they are now penniless.

They wanted to infiltrate the merchant ships bound for Lake Mälaren, but during this time, only one fleet left, but several fleets entered the port of Mälaren in a long snake formation. For a time, the lakeside port was full of boats, like stranded whales.

The legendary Yermalen, she is getting more and more lively.

Since it is lively, there are opportunities for the poor to fish in troubled waters.

Manage law and order? No, the chief family has not invented the profession of "police".

The intricate streets and alleys of Yermalen give thieves some room to move.

Like Carlotta and Ella, two displaced children, they can also take the opportunity to hide like mice and find the leftovers to survive.

They hid in an empty cowshed, in the crevices of a large pile of withered and yellow haystacks.

It is also here that the two children know that they have access to some special and precious food.

When it comes to raising cattle, the Ostarans are better than the Grans!

Even the chief's granddaughter, two girls are no worse at milking than a group of old women. Or because of their unique physique, Ostara, like many tribes, drink raw milk directly, and the possibility of diarrhea is very low.

They can hang out during the day, collect useful things in the dirty streets, beware of bad guys, and inquire about news.

During this time, they received great news.

It turned out that the leader of the Yilmalun people asked the priests to do a divination, and the priests determined that this year's onion harvest season would fall on June 15 of the Julian calendar.

The same is true for harvesting onions in previous years. Before the sacrifice, the tribesmen were already polishing their hoes and shovels.

In the era when there was no onion digging machine, it was necessary to manually dig with bare hands, and only high-level people would not dig up the onion.

Digging onions on June 15th? After that, a lot of onions will be shipped by merchants to the port market in Mälaren for sale?

The two children wandered for a day, dragging their exhausted bodies back to the cowshed where they were hiding and burrowing into the haystacks.

The family, who sells milk for a living, didn't notice two uninvited guests in their cowshed, just as they wouldn't care about scurrying rats.

It was late at night, and the two hungry children began to move like mice, and their target was the cow.

The cow was awakened, and the elder sister took the hay to feed and comforted the cow by the way.

The younger sister took the opportunity to lie down and start sucking milk like a calf.

After Ella was full, she changed to her sister Carlotta to suck, and the little Ella took over her sister's place and took over the real traditional skills of cattle training.

If given the chance, the two would be willing to share their cattle-raising experience with others, such as Rumia of Rose, the reindeer expert?

Now, they don't know their own destiny.

They are still waiting for the moment to leave Yiermauren.

Is the Melalon clan the land of happiness? There must be! It was there that supported the sisters and had the motivation to persist in fleeing.

In Yilmalen, the two were like invisible men. According to their identities, they can of course ask for the blessing of the chief family. But they didn't, because there was no token to prove their noble status!

Not only were the two children penniless, they were all tattered, and at first glance they looked like orphans and beggars.

They don't seem to exist, quietly waiting for the arrival of the onion harvest season.

Late at night, Carlotta, who was already haggard, was even worse off.

Sister Ella watched at night, and it was the daytime that day, and her sister's walking became limping again.

"Sister, are you okay?"

"I, it should be fine." With the help of the moonlight, Carlotta lifted her clothes and saw the wound she didn't want to see.

The moonlight on her haggard face also showed her sadness.

In any case, the act of "soldering" a wound with a soldering iron has the effect of killing spoilage bacteria, and it is only a temporary extreme operation after all. If Carlotta can continue to eat highly nutritious food after this treatment, her body's self-healing ability will completely defeat the counterattack of bacteria.

And this is what Fodegen said before, that old guy really made a plan to treat Carlotta carefully and treat him well.

But the price is the loss of freedom and ideals forever.

Carlotta would rather die than do that, so now, she can only accept this "pain of freedom".

"Oops, the wound got serious."

Seeing her sister's wound, Ella panicked, and a bad premonition came to her mind: "Sister, you're really fine. I'm scared."

"I'm afraid, dear, I can keep going. I'll be fine when I get to Melalen."

"Are you serious?" My sister put her little head close.

"Of course." Carlotta put her little hand on her shoulder and looked at the moon: "Darling, you know what? It's a miracle that we have survived until now. The Valkyrie promised us that we will continue to live, and we will not die. By the time Melaron, everything will be fine."

Ella heard it so earnestly, she snuggled up to her sister Tiantian to sleep. Carlotta had to put her arms around her sister, enduring the pain of her right leg that was purulent for the second time and barely sleeping.

In their dreams, they dreamed of happiness, of dead family members.

But the noise outside woke them up.

The owner of the cow took the cow away, and the cow is now taking a cameo role in pulling the cart. Today, the entire clan is mobilized, and the onion digging operation has begun!

The merchants who have stayed for a long time are also in a carnival. They can't wait to spend the money they have prepared today and sail to the north tomorrow along the warm south wind.

This is the opportunity that the two girls have been waiting for for a long time!

During the day, the two of them left the cowshed where they had been hiding for more than ten days and ran to the lake dock.

They had no intention of accosting the sailors who were in a daze here, and a wise man had better hide himself at this time.

Carlotta knew she was risking her own life and that of her sister.

But now that he is penniless, even his clothes are in tatters, is there anything else he can't lose?

There is only one, and that is each other!

Carlotta has made extreme preparations. If the smuggling fails, it will be the death of himself and his sister. If they were to die, the sisters would commit suicide by throwing themselves into the water.

They hid in a secluded corner of the pier and waited quietly. Finally, in the evening, a large number of onions began to pour into the port amid the laughter and laughter of the crowd.

On the first day of the harvest season, the best quality onions are produced!

The onion feast that started throughout Yilmalun, many farmers also made a fortune.

The happiest are the businessmen, who have been living as guests for a long time, and after all, their hard work pays off.

The highly vigilant Carlotta pulled her sister to lie down in the grass to observe in the dark. She forced herself to endure the pain in her leg, and her eyes locked on a target.

"My dear, that's the ship we touched at night. We got into the big box, got into the onion pile."

Ella was a little worried: "Is it okay? We will suffocate to death."

"Don't worry, we can't hold back, just act carefully and don't let people see it."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Ella nodded, seven-year-old she really didn't have any ideas.

Carlotta knew he was taking a risk, and the risk was worth it.

It was late at night, and no one was walking around except for the sailors who were guarding the onion at night, taking a nap around the bonfire.

Two sneaky figures crept in. In order to survive, Carlotta bit a wooden stick in the grass and squeezed the thick water from her knees with her bare hands, which made her feel better. If she doesn't do this, she is afraid that her plan will fail, and she will kill her sister.

Now that the shoes were completely broken, the two simply threw away the leather boots, barefooted like two cats, and silently approached the large cargo ship carrying the onions.

Even if it was a cargo ship, the Vikings did not set up a deck. There were large wooden boxes for loading goods. It was placed in the open air, and at most, it was covered with a layer of canvas during transportation.

No one noticed the two girls, without any stubble, they got into the pile of purple onions and disappeared without a trace.

The space between the onion balls gave the two of them room to breathe. The smell of onions inside was really strong, but they didn't dare to stick their heads out.

At dawn, no one noticed that two children were mixed in the pile of onions. The merchants were all thinking about selling the onions to make money. At most, they just looked at the current situation of the onions, and a huge sackcloth was covered on the open-air wooden box.

The ship suddenly began to move, and the girl finally stuck her head out, dazed by the smell, and looked at the bright world above her head, and couldn't help being surprised.

"Sister, they are going to Melalen."

"It must be. Ella, I've figured it out," Carlotta whispered.

"what should we do?"

"When we arrive in Melalen, we will go to the leader of the Melalen people. We'd better go there in person. If not, we will explain our identity to these merchants and let them guide us."

"Okay. Sister, I'm a little hungry."

"Hungry?" Carlotta smiled slightly, "You are drowning in onions, here is all to eat. Eat..."

But the onion, which is too low in calories and too spicy, was unbearable for the two kids.

In order to survive, they can only eat.