Rise of Rurik

Ostara clan? War refugees? And two beautiful... girls.

"Oh, my child, you will have more wives. Those two Ostara girls will be your wives." At night, Otto introduced in front of his son that tomorrow is bound to happen. news, and at the same time this old guy is really happy.

Of course, the source of Otto's happiness was not the matter of choosing two more wives for his son, and he actually didn't take it too seriously.

Rurik took it seriously: "Dad, are you serious? Don't I already have..."

"That Svetlana? You plan to have only one wife in your life."

"I..." In all fairness, Rurik was indeed against three wives and four concubines. However, as a man, he felt that he would not be able to keep self-discipline after he took power in the future. If the monarch of this era did not have three wives and four concubines, his subjects would question whether the monarch was a real man, instead of praising the so-called loyalty of the monarch.

"Just listen to your father's words." Mother Nia came over, and the words were really meaningful.

"Mom, even you..."

"Of course I have no objection, you will definitely become the strongest man. Listen, every strong man has a group of wives and concubines around him. Our family is already sparse, your two older brothers died early, and your father is too old , hope falls on your shoulders." Nia continued.

Otto was satisfied with his wife's words: "That's what I meant. Rurik, you must prosper."

Covering his delicate face with a small hand, Rurik felt that this was his destiny.

Anyway, the Ross tribe is such a custom.

Treating them all as wives, the ultimate purpose is to bring people to the tribe?

In other words, relying on the leader's own power to expand the royal family's population for the future kingdom?

If you want to maintain the stability of a kingdom, you really need the strength of the king's old waist. This is also true. To maintain an ancient kingdom, it is crazy to rely on only one king to manage a large territory. It is more reliable to canonize a group of sons as lords.

For tomorrow, Rurik was more anxious and hopeful.

Otto was very happy, and his excitement came more from the huge supplies brought by those merchants. What he is most worried about is the preparation of winter supplies in Novorossberg. If he can't buy enough goods from the merchants, he really needs to go to Novgorod to intensify the search, which will cause local problems. Violent resistance by people is not good.

Only one loyal dog is enough.

That is the loyal White Tree Manor. The rest of the manor is a herd of cows.

This is what Otto thought. If he scoured too hard and the cows starved to death, he would lose more than his gains.

Now it seems that the problem will be greatly alleviated because the merchants bring a lot of food.

food! Must buy food! Buy lots of food! Even the food that Gould transported was bought into his hands at the first time.

Happy after all, Otto fiddled with the glass bottle of spirits in his hand. He had already drank a bottle in the morning, and tonight, he forced his son to take another bottle to add to the fun.

"Dad, it shouldn't be, we have an appointment first." Rurik was reluctant.

"If you want to take it, you can take it."

"Why? Even if you're the leader."

"Come on!" Otto suddenly became irritable, he slammed the wooden table, and the oil lamp on the noisy table splashed a small pool of seal oil.

Rurik was not afraid, he knew that his father was just frightening: "I think you should not drink. Keep a good spirit, the fleet will arrive tomorrow, then you are our big leader but you are sleeping soundly, it is hard to give up. My child is going to pick them up?"

Otto smiled naively and continued to tap on the table with his fingers: "What's wrong? You are wiser than me, if you weren't a child now, I would give you your seat now. You are the leader anyway. Yes, there is no problem for you to meet up as the leader in advance tomorrow. By the way, tomorrow you will go to Gould's house first. The eldest son Snowleva, the fat man who looks like Gould will be waiting for you. You and Ha I'll go to the beach as soon as Rozosen is connected. If I'm awake tomorrow, I'll go too."

"It's absurd! You reported important things to me?" Rurik was actually a little gloomy after saying so.

Could it be that this old guy still wants to be a "supreme emperor" who drinks every day?

"Give me the wine. Now I'm ready to take a sip. You give me a drink, and I'll discuss important matters with you."

"It's about women again? Dad, you really want me to be an April bull."

Otto laughed: "If only you were a bull in April! At that time you will grow a beard and be able to row the heaviest oar. Oh..." After saying this, Otto glanced at Lulu who was sitting in the corner. Mia: "Don't be idle, your high priest. When the time comes, I will give birth to a son for you, and the descendants of this son will be high priests from generation to generation. Haha, priests are also members of our family."

Otto was completely open-mouthed, but when he said it, Rumia was so shocked that she fell to the ground.

The truth is, by the time Rurik started growing his beard, Rumia was already an adult. She really wanted to find a secluded place to avoid it now, and then express her darkness.

Rurik did not criticize his father's lack of tone: "Tell me, what is the important thing."

"Very important! I need your advice very much. It's a major issue related to the development of our tribe. Only you can make the right decision."

"Really so important?!"

Rurik was shaken, and he actually took a glass bottle out of the locked box and put it on the table.

Looking at this crystal clear bottle with cork at the mouth, Otto couldn't help but sigh: "The times have really changed."

"If you want to drink, you can drink. It doesn't matter if you sleep hard. You lend me your sword, and I will take the sword to meet the merchants."

Rurik's words had a hint of temptation, and Otto didn't feel offended by his son's words at all, and was even very happy. He immediately untied the "Destroyer" hanging from his waist and suddenly fell on the table.

"Then get me two more bottles. Tomorrow you go to the beach with your sword."

Rurik never imagined that his father was playing for real. Is Otto delegating power? For the time being, consider yourself a tool man.

Because according to the past tradition, when the merchant fleet arrives in large scale, the leader should go to receive it to show the sincerity of the Rus people.

The sword is placed here, this is the sword that the family wants to inherit!

Although Rurik felt that this Damascus steel sword full of patterns, he did not arrange for Kravassen to use the world's top Swedish iron ore forged steel sword to be more useful.

Rurik looked at a sword, and saw that his father had already pulled off the cork very skillfully, and poured about four taels of spirits into his belly against the glass bottle. He had no choice but to give it to his father. Get some bottles. .

Then Otto opened another bottle in a fit of gusto.

But this bottle, Otto poured it into a delicate glass, and let the aroma of the wine begin to run wild.

"Ah! It's really good wine. How much do you think it should be sold for?"

Watching his father drink so much, Rurik was amazed at how his father knew how to drink.

Either way! It's a Russ after all.

Rurik said with a cold face: "At least one hundred silver coins. I will see the situation. This bottle of wine can also be sold for two hundred silver coins."

"So how many bottles do you have now?"

"You still want to drink?" Rurik became alert. He didn't answer his father's words at all, but urged, "Tell me what you have to say."

"Okay. Because of Gould, he's completely overdone the slaves, mercenaries, and other weird things you need. Boy, you made a big promise to him!"

"Buying wheat at twice the market price? I know." Rurik nodded: "I wish he would come back now."

"His eldest son came first. That fat man should have seen you at the first time. Now it's dark and we'll talk about it tomorrow. The man said that Gould brought 230,000 pounds of wheat. Would you buy it? "

"Ah?! So many!" Rurik was really startled.

Regarding the weight of the Roman pound, Rurik can best refer to the weight of the later British pound. After all, the weight of the Roman pound is less than one catty (500g), and it must be much higher than half a catty. Another intuitive assessment is that a pound of wheat is enough for a house builder to not go hungry. Here, of course, there is a little difference between not being hungry and having a full meal.

The reality is that a strong man who builds a house and sells physical labor may consume 3,000 calories a day. A Roman pound of oats is optimistically estimated to provide him with 1,600 calories. The missing parts are immediately made up with fish meat. What's more, in ordinary days, people generally eat fish.

In fact, the strong men of the Rus are all big eaters in the fish-eating world. A strong man eats four herrings and eats 1,600 calories!

The price of fish at the Roseburg Fish Market can often be bought for thirty pounds of herring or forty pounds of cod for a silver coin, and whale meat is very expensive. A strong man who sells physical labor purely, three silver coins can guarantee that for a month, if he eats three pounds of herring every day, he can get 2,000 calories.

But there are no pure proletarians who sell their physical strength. Most of the Rus people's own jobs are fishermen and hunters. The ability to hunt and fish is such that the main consumers of fish and meat for a long time are those merchants who live in guest houses. Most of the Ross tribe have always eaten a lot of fish, so it is natural that there are a group of strong men in the tribe!

So Rurik entertains his guys to eat meat every day. Everyone is very willing to eat delicious herring. Perhaps the most fundamental reason is that two pounds of herring contain more than 1,200 calories, which has exceeded 1,200 calories. The physical consumption of eight or nine-year-old boys.

Herring is a cold-water fish with a very large population in the Baltic Sea and a very high calorific value. Two pounds of herring are worth a pound of oats.

Rurik could not calculate precisely, nor did he make good estimates.

The fact is, if he can really make the Russ, a group of fish-eating masters, have the opportunity to eat a lot of wheat, the result is that the diet of the Rus people has reached the level of fat people in Sweden in the 21st century in the ninth century. By then, I am afraid that the Rus will face another dilemma, that is, begin to qualify to care about obesity.

Rurik calculated in his mind that this amount of wheat was enough for a thousand strong men to eat for two hundred and thirty days. The native population of the Ross tribe has now completely exceeded 4,000 due to the addition of foreign women.

As far as eating is concerned, the Russ certainly don't have to think about the mouths of the merchants and guests. They can find their own way to eat for thousands of people. Rurik only needs to think about the life of his own people.

Now, the traditional skills of the Rus people to Novgorod Sorgon have to be used again. Can you bring back 100,000 pounds of wheat this time? Theoretically yes.

Rurik believed that the force of his father had already deterred the rebellion over there, and the rest was the looting of the autumn.

Optimistically, it would make sense to scavenge the various estates and take away a total of 100,000 pounds of grain, or more.

Well now, Rurik understands that it is more effective to incite the merchants to sell food than to loot with his own tribe's fleet.

Of course, businessmen are unprofitable, and to encourage them to do things, buyers must pay a considerable amount of money.

But when it comes to solving the problem of feeding the tribe, Rurik has an account in mind.

That is the population of the Russian tribe, how much food does it need in a year?

Rurik made an order-of-magnitude assessment, that is, according to the standard of 4,000 strong men, 1.5 million pounds is needed for the whole year. This value is still a huge overestimate. After all, fish, especially herring, occupy a large proportion in the diet of the Rus.

Of course, if you can eat wheat, of course everyone likes it very much.

It's like the leader has become a very skilled bottle blower in less than ten days after he tried spirits.

Everyone eats oatmeal, bread and porridge every day, and I am afraid that they will not be able to accept the hardships that they used to rely on surimi or simply eat raw herring. Everyone has lived this kind of life for generations, and of course they don't think it's a hard life. But after getting accustomed to eating bread every day, the old days were defined as the bitter days that I had to try my best to go back to.

In the Ross tribe, there are not many people who need to eat a pound of wheat every day, maybe there are only a thousand people. Rurik conservatively estimates that the entire clan's annual food consumption needs only one million pounds at this stage.

What kind of concept is this?

Rurik estimated that if he bought the grain that Gould trafficked, plus the grain that his father took to Novgorod to scavenge. I'm afraid there are other merchants who brought some of the grain to try to sell it.

The Rus are likely to stock up to 400,000 pounds of wheat this winter!

There has never been a precedent for such a large stockpile of grain in Roseburg!

With his blushing face, Otto said seriously: "My child, the big money box you set up should come in handy now! I need your advice!"

"Use it! Must use it. That's what the big money box is for!"

"Are you sure? Maybe you shouldn't insist on double the price of food. You should understand, that's a huge amount of money! We're also trading at a loss."

"Of course I know, but a good man has to be honest, doesn't it? I've made a promise, and I'll do it. Two hundred and thirty thousand pounds of grain is forty-six thousand silver coins. This money, we... Rurik gritted his teeth: "We can afford it!"

"You are very insistent? Has it changed?!" Otto continued to ask,

"Yes! It has not changed."

Otto couldn't help sighing: "I thought you would back down! That's close to fifty thousand silver coins, you are so straightforward. It seems that your vision is not limited to this money."

"Of course!" Rurik could hear that this was a compliment, so he boasted: "I want to build a great cause, and I am a man who has received God's grace. If I am blinded by some mortal money, I will fall. After all, the money in the big money box is for us Ross and our servants, not for my own personal pleasure. Besides, even for pleasure, I have better toys."

Otto Le was in his heart, and now he returned to the original topic. He fiddled with the wine bottle in his hand: "I used to think that your crystal glass was shocking. Now it seems that you can make a lot of them in a short time, and each one can be sold for a high price. In my opinion, you can use these wines to pay for it. The money in silver coins."

"Oh? Dad, these are the vodkas I prepared for you."

Hearing that, Otto felt even more relieved. But Otto wasn't a real alcoholic either, and while he was still awake, he suggested, "Sell it to Gould, and you can offer a better price. Listen, there's flammable wine in the crystal glass, what do you think? It's all a miracle. Say! How many bottles of wine have you prepared?"

"Honestly, there are a hundred bottles. I can make more if you give me more ale, Dad."

"One hundred bottles? Each bottle sells for two hundred silver coins, twenty thousand silver coins is no problem. Don't you still have soap?"

"Yes. My little maids, they are already very good soap makers."

"Sell the soap to Gould too, like you did in the spring."

Rurik nodded: "Dad, I will handle this myself."

Otto laughed, like a 200-pound elephant seal. Excited, he pulled the cork again, and then stared at the bottle: "I'm so stupid to worry that you'll be reluctant to give up your money, but you're the biggest businessman. Ah! What a fine wine. A bottle is two pounds of silver, Valha. Pulled the holy relic, and I ended up enjoying three bottles today. I am so extravagant."

"You also know your luxury?! Others only use three silver coins a month, what about you? You drank six hundred silver coins." She took the bottle away, and it was hard to hide her pride in her words: "Listen, leave some goods for your son, we still need this thing to make money."

"Ah! All right. Rurik, tomorrow's business is up to you! The key is here." Otto put the key of the bronze lock in the small room of the long priest on the desk, and suddenly finished the strong drink , and immediately fell to the ground. He looked at the wooden beams of his longhouse, and felt more and more the world was spinning. He felt that everything was gradually becoming a dream, and slowly snoring...

A new day arrives in peace, and people are boiling as news of the imminent arrival of a large fleet of ships has spread throughout Roseburg!

Rurik suspended today's training, and he really couldn't train.

Merchants, like migratory birds, return to their nests at Fort Rosberg, and the Roths must be gathering on the beach with men, women and children, with coins, in order to make a big purchase.

Sure enough, Otto was hungover again, and thanks to the temporary delegating power last night, Rurik performed Otto's tasks on his behalf.

It cannot be said that Otto deliberately neglected the businessmen. Otto really felt that he needed to retire. When he saw the miracle that wine could actually burn at the blacksmith shop, he even brought a wine bottle and could reproduce the miracle anywhere, he had this idea.

It is really a good thing to let my son go to experience.

But of course Otto didn't know that his precious son had the ability to stand on his own from the very beginning. Even if Rurik was naive at first, since his little face was covered in deer blood, his personality has also changed quietly.

After all, Rurik, or rather Liu Li, was already a man who wanted to pursue power.

Today, he brought the leader's saber, and the particularity of his work today.

It can be said that Rurik was only one step away from becoming the leader, kneeling in the stone boat altar and accepting a ceremony.