Rise of Rurik

A cargo ship from the north, dragging its heavy body, finally returned to her home port.

This is the transport ship Rurik expects, and it returns safely with a full load of ore.

The escort informed his master of the troubles he encountered along the way, and naturally encountered the venomous duties of Gould's sons. That's all, the two fat guys looked at Rurik with a respectful smile and blamed themselves for delaying the date.

Although it took a lot of time, Rurik didn't want to say anything more.

Rurik, who was standing on the dock, watched a group of coolies hired by the Gould family. More than 30 people lined up on the assembly line to remove the ore piece by piece.

They sweated in the hot sun, even if the weather wasn't really hot.

They went into battle all shirtless, exposing their strong arms and tendons, and also showing off their thick chest hair, showing the strength of a strong man.

"How much ore did you bring back?!"

With his hands behind his back, Rurik stretched his head and watched as the ore piled on the shore gradually turned into a hill in the image of an old man.

Under the sunlight, the unique reflection of chromite like black jade is specially designed, which fully proves their quality.

How heavy is the ore?

Rurik saw the deep water stains on the side of the transport ship and couldn't help sweating over its load.

All the ore from the north weighs as much as two tons. On this issue, Mechasta, the leader of the Iron Squirrel Tribe, is very responsive. The smelting work in the north has continued. In order to complete the tributes that must be handed over to the master earlier, and to obtain more benefits through excessive smelting, they have achieved unprecedented cohesion and action from the once downcast tribes for this purpose. .

In Mechasta's heart, he felt that he could coax the "child" Rurik well through all kinds of courteous means, and at the same time prove to the Rus that he was also an excellent existence.

The total weight of the ore has reached the level of two tons, and the occupancy rate of effective metal substances is as high as 69%.

Mechasta did everything he could to meet Rurik's request. Looking at the mountains of ore, Rurik frowned. The first thing he thought of was not the strong support of Mechasta and his clan, but Ross. Do human tribes have the strength to digest them quickly?

After all, even a blast furnace,

Also can't really smelt chromite.

The transport ship arrived at noon, and it was already evening after loading and unloading.

The long-awaited ore finally arrived, and the happy Rurik naturally rewarded the porters with a small sum of money, and the sons of Gould who were also praised.

The Gould family no longer needs the help of the rest of the matter. Two two-wheeled carts have been put in place, and a large amount of ore has begun to be slowly transported to the Kravasen family.

The crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and countless stars surround the moon.

The magnificent Milky Way stretches across the sky, the entire Roseburg Fjord is gray, and the sea waves continue to beat the coast, deepening the tranquility of the night.

Just standing high, one can see some lights on the calm waters of the fjord, fishermen fishing for herring at night. Nowadays, there are more people fishing at night than usual. It is entirely because the Ross fishermen found that they could work together with the guys to manipulate a large net and sink it into the sea. Some lit torches were arranged on the fishing boat to attract the herring schools to approach. Finally, Slowly closing the net to reach a sweeping sweep.

It is the growing demand of the Ross tribe for fishing that has forced the fishermen to use their brains to maximize the benefits of fishing with the current level of technology.

The sea is full of dots and cod fishermen even catch the occasional seal.

A large number of catches are sold in the morning beach market, and no one is worried about the fish caught at night, because the big seller Rurik is always open to catch. More and more fishermen can get a stable income from Rurik. Now, they are no longer just verbally shouting the slogan "Odin's blessing is glorious", but the two sides have formed close interests in essence. Community, supporting Rurik means the stability of one's own life, or a bottom line.

Rurik did not rest early this night, Haibo's voice was completely covered up by the noise of the Clavasson's house. A very important mineral processing work was carried out under the auspices of Rurik.

"You good hammers and chisels, try to cut the ore into cubes. Remember! Complete ten, and reward one silver coin!"

Rurik gave orders to the mercenaries, and everyone was very happy to get an extra sum of money.

The bonfire played the role of lighting. A large number of herrings that were grilled and skewered were inserted near the bonfire. At the back end, there were mercenaries sitting cross-legged on the ground and holding tools to process ore.

The order has been given, and all that remains is to see them complete, which may not be a long process.

Rurik was sitting on the wooden steps of the Kravassen's house, with Kawhi, the overseer, remembered beside him.

The occasional cold wind from the north added a touch of coolness to the hot scene and calmed the restless hearts of the sweaty mercenaries.

"Hey, are you serious?" Kawi pounded Rurik beside him.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"That thing you arranged for my father to do. You want to cast a pot? Are you serious?"

"Why not?" Rurik shrugged. "The bronze pots in the longhouse must have been cast by your father."

"Yes."

"Then what's your problem?"

"I..." How could Kawei not think about the brand-new problems his family faced, after all, it was to smelt molten iron and cast it directly. Whether it was successful or not, it was unprecedented.

Kawei thought again: "I cast an iron pot, do you use it to cook food?"

Listen, Rurik wanted to laugh a little. He gently covered his mouth, covering his slightly grinning mouth.

"I thought you planned to cast tools from the beginning, but I didn't think you planned to make cooking utensils. Since it's cooking food, pottery is enough."

"Hey, you don't understand this. Listen, it's either cooked or grilled. I want to change my taste. Maybe an iron pot can help me fulfill my dream. I hope your father can succeed."

Seeing Rurik deliberately showing off like this, Kawi stopped talking.

"Right." Rurik pounded the people around him again: "To cast a relatively large hemispherical pot, he can make the mold."

"Are you worried about his skills?" Kawi looked sideways.

"I'm... a little worried."

"Oh, that's the only thing you don't have to worry about. My father can make a good clay mask, and he can make all kinds of complicated shapes. Maybe you noticed some bronze statues of the gods in the high priest's house."

"I know that." Rurik suddenly raised his head: "Could it be that he also did those?"

"He made it when he was young. Carved wood, pressed moulds in clay blocks, and finally hardened the clay. I think you're smart enough to understand."

Rurik nodded, although this is a bit different from sand casting, since Kravassen really used a set of primitive techniques to cast many bronzes with complex textures, it must also be possible to create a mold for pouring cast iron pots.

Rurik did not personally pay attention to the work of Kravasen, but because of the important task, the old guy took Rurik's request, and a few potters and four other blacksmiths from the tribe gathered together to study how to put the work together. Mold made. They're already working on it, and Kravason won't be able to rest for a while.

Sorting and chiseling the ore and hard chiseling the chromite into practical refractory bricks is a really long process.

Rurik simply stayed overnight at the Kravasen's house, and the mercenaries worked late.

The hard work paid off is that when Rurik was woken up by Kawei in the early morning, a sigh of relief instantly dispelled Rurik's spirit of getting up.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes vigorously, Rurik walked out of the woodcut and saw a kind of mercenary under his command. Their dark circles under their eyes and the frayed skin on their hands fully demonstrated how difficult the work they had gone through.

"Everything is done?"

Although Yevro felt that it was fantastic to be a mason, he still took his brothers to complete the master's request.

He approached Rurik respectfully: "Sir, it's all done, as you can see."

Rurik glanced at it, and saw that the various ores that were once formed were now square and square, piled up on top of each other, like low dark black bricks. He stepped forward and touched it with his hands, feeling its rough texture and regular edges and corners.

"Owner……"

"Okay." Rurik breathed a sigh of relief, "After a long wait, the ore finally arrived. You are indeed my loyal warriors, and the ore processing was completed in one night."

"The next thing is to put them in the stove?" Yevro asked.

"Exactly. But you are no longer needed for this job. You go to rest, and I will arrange for a little warrior to do it for me."

The refractory bricks Rurik wanted had already been chiseled, and it was a technical job to put them into the furnace.

For a moment, he even felt that he had acted too hastily. After all, the current situation of the Ross clan was not so severe that it had to cast iron to make tools. Traditional sponge iron forging and processing was sufficient for now.

Maybe you need to wait until the refractory bricks are ready before building the furnace.

The furnace was completed ahead of schedule, and only one step of incineration and hardening was missing.

The furnace mouth is deliberately designed to be narrow, and now who can get into the dark furnace and act as a "refractory brick layer"?

A suitable person was appointed by Rurik. He was none other than Kamne, who was only eight years old!

Camne, who arrived in Roseburg, has spent nearly a year in his new home. Thanks to the good food, he was once severely malnourished and thin like firewood, and now he has become a little stronger.

To be able to make great contributions to his master, benefactor and master, Kamne feels that this is his endless glory.

A thick hemp rope went deep into the dark stove, and Kamne slipped down the rope like a monkey.

The furnace was dark, but with a torch standing inside, the situation changed.

Rurik was lying on the slightly hardened clay after ramming, and shouted at the entrance of the cave: "Kamne! Arrange the ores neatly against the furnace wall, without any exposure, or the furnace will collapse!"

"My lord, I understand!" Kamne looked up at the only bright "patio", and his heart had been fighting against claustrophobia.

There began to be energetic mercenaries with long arms, who handed the ore to Kamne in the furnace one by one, and the child began to pile up tensely according to the agreement with Rurik.

There is no need to worry about the lack of oxygen in the furnace. Just as he was laying refractory bricks against the sweat on his forehead, a strong airflow suddenly erupted from the wall, and the refreshing air from the outside world was pouring in continuously.

It was two mercenaries manipulating the centrifugal blower. These two did not participate in the work in the early morning. Their only purpose is to work hard now.

The boy's heart suddenly became excited, and even though he struggled to lift the hammer, he understood the importance of blowing wind during smelting. At this moment, he felt that he was standing in the position of the ore, feeling the strong wind blowing in the furnace, and subconsciously thinking that when the smelting occurred, how vigorous the furnace would be.

The chrome ore piled higher and higher, until finally Kamneh had to step on the wooden stakes thrown in and lay the ore very high.

During smelting, the highest temperature is at the waist and bottom of the furnace, where Kamnee was ordered to stack two layers of chrome ore.

From morning to evening, Kamne was pulled up to eat and rest at noon. Even so, when Kamne faced the sunset again, he almost collapsed.

Rurik felt a little bit guilty about treating the servant he wanted to focus on as a tool that could be thrown away at any time. But looking at Kamne's expression, the child was dirty and haggard with a proud smile on his face.

"Do you want to start next?" Kawi asked confidently.

"Let's start! Even at night, we have to start!"

"Good Le!"

Rurik nodded vigorously, and immediately ordered Yevlo and the others who had recovered their energy after a day's rest: "You bring your brothers to help Kawi, and he tells you to do whatever he wants."

In fact, Yevlo yearned for a furnace that could completely smelt iron ore, and he didn't feel like a paid outsider, but a participant in a great work.

Casting with molten iron like bronze is a miraculous thing that Yevro never thought of. now what? I'm afraid a miracle will happen in a few days.

A large amount of charcoal began to pile up into the hearth, and a large amount of charcoal was also piled up on the outside.

The stove disappeared, replaced by a giant tower of oil and charcoal stacked under the night.

Learning from previous experience, although the furnace was rebuilt on the ruins, it was far away from Kravasen's home.

In order to prevent the collapse of the furnace from causing a big fire, a circular trench was dug around the furnace to avoid the most extreme situation.

It was late at night, and Rurik had been staring at big bloodshot blue eyes all night. He quietly put on his ferret coat and sat quietly on a wooden stake, watching them finish the final stack of charcoal. .

Kawi, whose face was clean, was covered in toner, and he approached Rurik enthusiastically: "The rest is just a fire. Would you like to light it?"

"Okay! I'll spread the word."

After saying that, Rurik stood up immediately, and the feeling of exhaustion seemed to disappear in an instant.

For a moment, a heavy torch soaked in turpentine burned violently in Rurik's hands.

Beside him, Kawei and the mercenaries were booing one after another, as if lighting a bonfire would make everyone's soul sublime.

Rurik looked left and right, and looked resolutely at the dark furnace: "Countless charcoal is stacked here, let it burn!"

He lost all the strength to throw the torch, and the dry charcoal began to burn gradually.

At first, only the torch continued to burn, gradually igniting the nearby carbon, the fire became more and more, and finally became a sky-high fire.

The mercenaries immediately began to roar, and Kawei was also roaring frantically. Under the flames, his hideous face was fully revealed.

Many people's sweet dreams were awakened, and the sky-high fire began to attract the attention of some nervous clansmen. They wanted to see what was going on, and soon realized that the large furnace that Rurik had commissioned to make the Kravassen family had finally started the legendary "hardening operation".

At the beginning, everyone was really rare and strange. Indeed, they faced the largest bonfire they had ever seen in their life, and of course they had to stop and watch for a while.

However, who would have thought that this fire would burn for five full days! In order to harden a huge stove, the amount of charcoal used alone is incalculable, which is definitely not cheap.

Rurik did spend a lot for a stove, and it was worth it.

The fire that lasted for five days made the clansmen take it easy, and the time also entered the August wind.

When the bonfire was gone, the blackened hard furnace had fulfilled Rurik's dream of an earthen blast furnace, and he even felt that his masterpiece was of very good quality.