Rise of Rurik

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The whole day is like a dream.

Gould returned to his island in the evening, leaning back on his bearskin chair for the first time.

Seeing his father frowning thoughtfully, the eldest son Snoreva approached cautiously: "Dad, those things during the day..."

"Damn it! Maybe this business shouldn't be done, we're just businessmen."

"Dad, we have..."

"Yes! Once you get on the boat, you can't get off!" Gould stood up suddenly, obviously he finally wanted to understand: "Olegin, you are an idiot! Otto is busy conquering Novgorod, busy conquering the East How can you compare to someone like you who hides in the lake. You want Otto himself to come, he can't come!"

"Dad..." Seeing his father's anger, Snowleva didn't know what to do for a while.

"Snoleva!"

"exist!"

"Prepare the boat, you can go back to Roseburg for me!"

"Ah! This..."

"You have to convey my words to Rurik. Everything we discussed with Olegin today can only be decided by Rurik. I hope he can agree with us. A lot of empty ships. Oh, you'd better invite Rurik to Mellaren."

The former things are easy to solve, only the latter. Snowleva choked for a moment: "Dad, he's still a child, maybe..."

"But he's the future leader. You! Just get my word across and it's up to him whether Rurik comes or not."

"As ordered." After saying that, Snowleva turned and left.

"Oh, wait."

"Dad, are there any orders?"

Gould wiped the sweat from his forehead: "You organize a small fleet to bring back some of the goods we purchased as much as possible. Listen, we must organize a large number of merchant ships to transport food full-time in the future."

There will be insufficient transport ships, so now we are desperately clearing our inventory. Snowleva realized everything, and hurried to do things.

Only on the third day, a fleet of five transport ships set sail. Its sturdy cabin is stocked with onions and cabbage (which doesn't grow very well because of the colder weather), as well as linen bought from Yiermalen tribal merchants that pile up half the ship's storage space.

A proud fat man with his more than forty entourage, steering the entire fleet, with important tasks to start a job that must be done quickly.

The sea breeze in August is always changeable, the climate has turned cold, and the north wind blows far more than the south wind.

Even in such a climate, wheat can still be heading well?

The men of the Gould family are not indistinguishable from each other. The fat Snowreva standing on the bow of the boat does not think that Olegin can use normal means to get the half a million pounds of oats his father needs.

However, if that guy can really loot so much food, Rurik must be the happiest.

"500,000 pounds of wheat. When the harvest season arrives, my family will buy some grain in Onkras. Will there be 600,000 pounds of wheat that will be shipped back to Rosburg? Otto will scavenge from Novgorod. Grain, and then collect taxes in New Roseburg. Will Roseburg be able to hoard a million pounds of wheat this fall?”

Snowlevy is fat, and his round head is loaded with a calculating brain, just like his father. He estimated that the population actually directly controlled by the Ross tribe should have reached the scale of 6,000 people.

Roseburg is not an exclusive settlement for the Rus people. Every winter, there are about 3,000 visitors who migrate like migratory birds.

Almost all the foreign merchants came with a large amount of food, and the Rus people were completely incapable of supplying food for them.

In this way, the total population of the various people who really respected the big chief of Rus as their leader, including the group of Kewen people who had recently surrendered, has exceeded 10,000 people.

Among them, there are probably only 4,000 people living in Roseburg, and the remaining 3,000 are merchant families.

A group of Rus became pioneers and opened up new living space in the field, and they did not need new food supply at all.

There are four thousand mouths in Roseburg, children and old people, and a large number of young laborers. If there were a million pounds of wheat, the average person would receive two hundred and fifty pounds.

The real situation cannot be calculated like this. Snow Leva really understands that even if there is no large amount of food to live in, the Rus people can use their own hands to go to the ocean to fish for everyone's food. Rurik would distribute the food without hesitation, so that the Russ would be able to eat regularly and most of the young and middle-aged people would become strong.

The men of the whole tribe are tall and strong, the women of the tribe are also full of health and vitality, they also have the ability to smelt the best iron tools, the population is not large, and they have a strong desire to expand. How can these tribes not be strong reason.

Thinking of it this way, Snowleva felt that the Melalonians were handing over the hegemony of the alliance to the Rus people in the north. For his own family, that's a really good thing.

The grain is not harvested, and a large number of merchant ships that are supposed to go north cannot buy food for the winter, so they have no great willingness to move forward. Their eyes are always on some large business families represented by Gould. If these people don't act, why should they take the lead?

Today, the time is approaching September in the Julian calendar, and the weather is getting cooler every day.

For the Rus, the big leader's fleet has not returned, and a large number of merchants have not returned. For a time, many people simply ran to the priest's long house to try to inquire about the news to determine whether the calendar was at the right moment.

These days, what should have been a lively end of August turned out to be a quiet scene.

Life has to go on. What happened in the south, fishing boats can go to find out.

But the footsteps of winter are slowly approaching, and the fishermen can't care so much. For the fishermen who account for a large number of tribes, they are soldiers in wartime, and they are fishermen in peaceful days. In order to spend the winter smoothly, they started the largest scale before the winter. of fishing.

The women of the tribe will not be idle, so near the beach, a large number of pottery urns are set up and grilled desperately, just to boil the sea salt to pickle the fish. Some simple wooden houses are engulfed in smoky fire all day long. Hundreds of herring fish with their internal organs and fish heads cut off are hung on the bonfire and roasted, and finally turned into a relatively hard dried fish full of smoky flavor, and then supplemented with a small amount of salt to strengthen it. Fresh.

Even in Rurik's house, the Britton slaves were asked by Niya to process and store fish meat.

No matter what, they have to live as usual, and the residents of every household are stocking up on fish-based food.

Rurik also asked hundreds of children under his command to go into the nearby woods with more than 100 axes, cut down small trees and chop them into firewood. There are a lot of orphans, they are really being raised by Rurik. Of course, this gift is not completely free. When they can, they have to work hard to support themselves. For example, they chop the firewood they reserve. It is their fuel for heating and cooking in winter.

The entire tribe was actively preparing supplies for the winter. Seeing the busyness of the tribe, Rurik, who was originally worried about the outside world, felt a little relieved.

The ever-small fleet, with their wide flax sails lit up, attracted the attention of fishing boats in the entire sea.

Is it a merchant returning from the South?

They are indeed from the Gould family. As long as people with good eyesight see the fat man standing on the bow, they can easily make such a judgment.

The fleet went straight to the pier of Gould's house, and the various transport ships rushed against the north wind to ride the wind and waves, and finally threw the cables to the people on the trestle, and all the ships landed smoothly.

"My lord, are you all back? Where is the master?"

"They are all in the south. Quick! Unload all the goods you put on and put them in the warehouse." Snow Leva ordered immediately after landing.

"Oh, my lord, we'll do it right away, and please go home and have a good rest."

"No need! I want to see the leader immediately."

After all, Snow Leva went straight to the Ross leader's house without looking back, which made the servants of the Gould family look puzzled. Who would have thought that the eldest son of the family would suddenly return, and he would go straight to the chief's house without even visiting the remaining family brothers. Besides, when Otto is not here, shouldn't he visit Harrodsen, who was instructed to guard Roseburg?

The hurried Snow Leva trotted forward, causing both attendants to run to keep up.

He was out of breath when he stood in front of Rurik's house.

He took off his beautiful white fox hat and faced the mercenaries standing guard at the door; "Quick! Quickly go and tell your masters! I... Snowleva of the Gould family, I want to see Rurik, I want to report."

The heavy door was opened, and Rurik, who had nothing to do to take a nap, learned of the mercenary's report, and subconsciously determined that something must have happened in the south.

Rurik sat cross-legged in the hall, and he ordered Carlotta to pour him a cup of chrysanthemum tea with filtered petals.

Snow Leva drank it, but his heart was still pounding.

"What's going on in the South? Where's Gould? Is he back?"

Snowleva hurriedly wiped his mouth and said eagerly, "Sir, my father has negotiated a business deal with the leader of Melalen, and some very critical matters must be decided by you, so I'm back."

"Me?" It was really explosive news. "I... I didn't ask your father to negotiate with that leader."

"But my lord, business opportunities always come without warning. Only by seizing the opportunity can you make a lot of money. My father asked me to give you a message."

"What did he say?!"

"He quoted the leader of Melalen, who would pay a lot of money to buy Ross's steel swords, spearheads, and even crossbows."

"What about the price?!"

The question that Rurik blurted out without thinking, instantly made Snowleva understand that his little master had an extremely strong interest in trade.

"One pound of silver for a sword, and half a pound for the spearhead. Still a crossbow, and the man offered two pounds."

"It's actually like this..." Rurik squeezed his hairless chin, and the price the other party offered had exceeded his expectations.

Originally, the construction of blast furnaces has already developed mines in the north, in order to better arm themselves and at the same time sell products to maximize profits.

For consumer goods such as soap, and luxury goods such as glassware, their market space is probably very small.

How can I make big money? Iron! Especially military iron weapons!

"I have long planned to bring some excellent ironware to the South to sell and make a lot of money. I didn't think that the people of Melalen would come uninvited. But Gould will never let you come back in a hurry because of this." He muttered for a while. , Rurik suddenly raised his head, and his attitude became very serious: "Tell me, what is the most important task given to you? How is it done? Also, what are the merchants in the south doing, why haven't they come back? ?! Could it be that the Melaron people are making trouble?"

"It's about the grain. My father negotiated a deal with that Olegin, and Chief Merlaren himself would sell us half a million pounds of oats..."

"Wait! What are you talking about? How many pounds of wheat?!" Rurik's small head suddenly stretched out, and Snowleva jumped, and the three girls, including Carlota, who were waiting for the call, were also shocked.

"It's half a million pounds. It's just the Melalen clan, and their leader will provide half a million pounds."

"Ah? So much! Is that possible? Can they really put out so much food?"

Snowreva shrugged: "I was skeptical. I heard the amount raised by that Olegin with my own ears."

"What about the price?" Rurik asked anxiously.

"Fifty thousand silver coins."

"Ah! That much?! Five hundred pounds of silver?!"

"My lord, that Olegin said that ten pounds of wheat can be bought for one silver coin. This is their price, and they will not make any changes."

"That's ridiculous." Rurik shook his head. "I remember the price of last year's harvest. One silver coin could buy up to seventeen pounds of wheat. Is that Olegin crazy? What can he do? Just because he is Allies?"

"I'm afraid that's the case. Olegin also asked the big leader Otto to go to Melalen. That person will hold an alliance as the leader of the alliance. Maybe the day of the alliance will be next year."

For a long time Rurik regarded the Siya tribal alliance as the air, and the Rus people have been living their own lives, and the intersection with the south is almost due to the spontaneous business transactions of merchants. After all, everyone is a brother in the alliance. The leader of the alliance intends to hold a meeting of the alliance. As the northernmost Rus people in the alliance, it is indeed an obligation to participate.

"The alliance? Will all the tribes participate?" Rurik asked knowingly.

"Of course, the leaders of all tribes must participate."

"What if you don't participate?" Rurik asked deliberately provocatively.

"Who knows?" Snowleva shrugged: "But for our future business, we should participate. Also, Carlota of Ostara should also participate in the alliance as the leader.

"

Snow Leva's words came as Carlotta's heart, she was wandering in the Melalen market a year ago, and almost died there. Because of this encounter, what she got in Melalen was indifference, but what she got in Roseburg was a new life. Thanks to the people of Byros, the remaining Ostarans settled down, and the tribe began to reproduce.

Even though there are only a hundred women and children left in the clan, the clan is still part of the alliance.

"Yes! We must participate, Rurik, we Ostarans will always be on the side of the Rus."

Rurik glanced at Carlotta's determined eyes and nodded: "You are the leader of Ostara, and I am not the leader for the time being. I think my father will participate, and he needs to decide on this matter."

Snowleva immediately took over the conversation: "Sir, the chief is not in Rosburg. Regarding the purchase of food, Olegin is waiting for the reply from the chief of Ros. This matter must be decided by you."

"Me? I'm not the big leader yet, maybe it's Haruo Zuo Sen..."

"No! My father said that if the chief is not there, you must decide the matter. Because, except for Otto, you are the real chief."

Rurik was delighted to hear that, besides, the matter of buying food was also organized and responsible by himself. Regardless of whether there is "leader Melalen going off to sell food in person", Gould will return with a large amount of food as usual this year.

"Well... it's that Olegin's price was too high. What the hell did he think?"

"My lord, the food situation in the south is not good. It's too cold this year, and the price of grain must really rise during the harvest season. We can't even guarantee that one silver coin can buy ten pounds."

"Ah!" For a moment, Rurik thought of the fact that this year's weather was rather cold. "By the way, you just said that a lot of wheat is not even heading?"

"Yes, my lord, many fertile fields are in arrears. I think it is necessary for us to seize this opportunity."

Realizing that there was already a very serious situation in the calm, Rurik thought for a moment, what exactly is this Olegin trying to do? You must sell a huge amount of grain in exchange for a huge sum of money in the years when you voluntarily owe the harvest, and you must also use the huge sum to buy high-quality Ross ironware.

That guy is going to expand the army!

Expand the army? Will it be bad for the Rus? Do not! I'm afraid that guy is on the lookout for aggressive Danes and Gotlanders.

Rurik stood up with a slap on the thigh: "I've got this deal done! We have to finish it. By the way, what else did your father say?"

"He... he invited you to go directly to Melalen. Maybe you negotiate with that Olekin in person, which will have a very positive significance for our future trade."

"Okay! Then go south."

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