Rise of Rurik

The two daughters, Nolen and Svetlana, have naturally integrated into the new life. This time they went to Roseburg, they were not cautious or apprehensive, and some were just looking forward to their future life.

Dressed in thick clothes, they stood on the bow of the battle-worthy Aurora, and stood beside Rurik, letting the increasingly cold north wind blow their faces.

The two Ross fleets returned, and nearly a hundred ships escorted an astonishing cargo back home.

As Rurik set sail, he learned how much grain and leather Father had procured from the Novgorod estates on his autumn voyage to Sorgon.

Eight hundred thousand pounds!

Only 800,000 pounds of oats came from Novgorod.

Rurik would have been moved by this number in the past, but now, forget it...

Novgorod is just a mixture of 20 manors. The target of the Ross people's blackmail is the Pine Needle Manor who may rebel, and the White Tree Manor is lenient for those who are mainly wooed and supported.

Novgorod is located on the shore of Lake Ilmen, and the population around the lake is more than that of Lake Mälaren. Even if the weather is bad this year, the people in Mälaren have provided as many as one million pounds of wheat.

"It seems that the exploitation against Novgorod is still too kind."

Rurik calculated the total amount of food that the Rus people got this autumn.

800,000 pounds in Novgorod, 1 million pounds in Mälaren, and 500,000 pounds stolen from Britain. This is a total of 2.3 million pounds of wheat, which can be described as a gratifying and astonishing figure.

The situation is very good, but it is still a little bit away from my hope.

Completely different from the bad weather, an unprecedented baby boom is taking place throughout Ross's territory, most notably in Roseburg's hometown.

"I'm afraid that we will have two thousand babies this year! Before, they deliberately killed babies because they couldn't afford to raise them. Now they have enough food to afford them. They also lack entertainment. Of course, men are desperately trying to have sex with women. It’s important entertainment for the family.”

"If I have to feed 10,000 people and guarantee that each person has a pound of wheat per day, I need at least four million pounds. It is difficult to achieve this, but now my population is really going to break through 10,000 people!"

"Even if there is a war,

I died hundreds of strong. The population loss is far smaller than the number of babies born and the immigrant population. "

Rurik thought about it this way, even if he saved the 2.3 million pounds of wheat, he might be exhausted by next summer.

He hoped that for the subjects of the Ross Principality, every adult man and woman can guarantee one pound of wheat and two pounds of fish a day, and children and the elderly can at least half a pound of wheat and one pound of fish. He felt that this should be the bottom line of the ruler's conscience, but he didn't know that this seemingly low nutritional standard had already given him great prestige among the people.

There are only a few brave fighters who don't care about their own status, they only listen to Rurik's military exploits.

The masses, they simply follow the leader who can feed themselves.

In this era, population is productivity, equal to comprehensive national strength, especially military strength. The duty of a man is naturally to farm and encircle the territory, while the most important duty of a woman is to give birth.

If the Danish leader is really dead, Denmark will be busy infighting and seizing power for this, and has no desire to go north for revenge.

The Ross people will continue to develop their territory in the north, and the population will explode peacefully.

At least in the Lake Mälaren area and the entire northern world, the geopolitical situation has been completely stabilized. The Rus did not claim the title of King of Sweden, and Rus was already an uncrowned king.

Even in this area, the overall geographical environment is still bad.

Even though he was going home this time, when Rurik saw his own Svetlana, he immediately thought of the Eastern European world.

Novgorod is at least much warmer than Mellaren, and the number of local farmers is also huge. They must provide Ross with a steady stream of stamina.

Is the Sorgon voyage still necessary?

Why must the action of asking for tribute be no different from that of Ming Qiang? Why must the local manor owner cooperate?

Kill these manor owners, split the manor, and split all the manor population into small family units, becoming small farmers one by one. Then piece together small peasant families into a brand new village community directly ruled by Prince Ross.

In this way, the Novgorod native aristocratic system collapsed, and the local area lost native leaders who might rebel.

And the people who have lost their leaders dare to say no to the monarch's tax demands?

But to do so requires the Ross people to come up with a basic bureaucratic team to make this more advanced model work.

Rurik just thought about it. Considering the current situation, Ross doesn't even have a clear internal affairs system.

wait! Maybe set one up this winter.

Rurik has a new plan for this.

The fleet drifted on the sea for four days, and it was precisely because they carried too much supplies that they slowly returned to the fjord of Roseburg.

There is still some time before the sea freezes, and in the narrow Gulf of Bothnia, a large number of Ross fishing boats sway with the waves. The boats hauled nets and caught herring by luck. There are also some fishing boats going straight to the north. They set up nets in the river beside Elronburg to catch local salmon.

As in previous years, when the fjords were covered with white sails, people flooded into the sea in large numbers to welcome the return of the Sogon fleet. This time, they saw a fleet of unprecedented scale, the core composed of three "giant ships", leading a large number of cargo ships straight to the trestle pier.

Compared with the large number of long ships in the past, these cargo ships are unable to rush to the beach, and the people have long since stopped dividing supplies at the suddenly formed beach market. With the silver coins in his hand, he waited for the duke to set up a market to sell supplies.

Just as the long-voyage fleet is rapidly changing from long ships to heavy cargo ships, Roseburg itself has undergone earth-shaking changes after this warm period of development!

"finally arrived at home!"

Rurik, who was thinking about a lot of things, was inevitably tired. Standing on the bow of the boat and seeing the completely remodeled Rosberg built on the gentle slope of the mountain, he kept feeling emotional.

Otto's white beard was blown by the north wind. He put his hands on his son's shoulders and yelled deeply: "I kept your mother waiting for a long time. This time you bring back two women and see what she will say."

"Of course she's very happy. By the way, I'm going to have a special look at Rumia, me! I've got to examine her stomach myself."

"Okay! Go and take a good look. I still can't believe it. That was the first slave I got for you, and it gave birth to my first grandson." Otto really felt the fantasy of life, I just don't know if Rumia will give birth to a boy or a girl.

The whistling wind forced Rurik to say loudly: "She is already a high priest, not a slave."

"Have you thought of a name yet?"

"what name?"

"The child's name."

"Think about it." Rurik shouted again: "Velika! Whether it's a boy or a girl, it's called this name!"

"In memory of Vilia? Good name. Get ready, we're about to dock."

Everything was going on in an orderly manner. The three large ships docked steadily at the trestle pier, and the rest of the cargo ships also entered their berths.

At the beginning of the year, Rurik had already formulated a plan to expand the pier, so it seems that the plan was not only implemented, but overfulfilled.

Check it out!

Including the trestle of the Gould family's private pier, as many as 20 trestles stretch out to the sea, and it is no problem for a total of ten cargo ships to dock on both sides of each trestle.

No, some merchant's long ships have already parked here. Many ships are tied horizontally, the beams of the sails are twisted to be flush with the central axis of the ships, and the bows of the ships are all aligned with the trestle, so they take up a small space to berth. Lots of ships.

There is a faint salty smell in the air, just like a typical northern seaport city built on the hillside.

The Aurora put down the boards, and the people on board disembarked one after another.

"The end of the voyage is here, hold on to my arm." Rurik casually said to Svetlana, who opened his eyes wide.

The girl stepped off the plank cautiously, for fear that one of them would accidentally fall into the water, and she couldn't swim.

She stood steadily on the trestle, and suddenly saw her companion Noren, this Varyag girl jumped off the boat, as if she was not afraid of any danger.

Noren ran over excitedly, eager to be pampered, and hugged Rurik's neck directly from behind.

"Ah! This is Roseburg? It's so great! There are still walls and towers..."

"There are not only walls, but also many interesting places. Tonight, the two of you will sleep in the palace, and it will be your home from now on."

Rurik explained the matter in two languages, but in fact he didn't know how his new home was being built, and he presumably had already completed it.

Otto holds a sword hilt and is dressed in the attire of an old soldier. He is full of vicissitudes and achievements written on his face.

In front of Otto, Rurik was holding the hands of the two girls. The three were dressed in luxurious gemstones, and their childish faces showed determination and arrogance in their eyes.

A warrior dressed in uniform followed closely behind. The white cloak was sewn with blue cloth strips, occasionally revealing his chest. The white chest cloth also had two interlaced blue stripes.

People gathered on the beach and lined the road to welcome the triumphant return of His Majesty the Duke. The current people still don't know what kind of great battle Rurik has experienced. Their minds are filled with excitement simply by seeing the return of the huge fleet. They not only welcomed Otto and his son, but also welcomed the materials they brought back to make the Ross people prosperous.

At the critical moment, Lumia, a young high priest with an antler helmet on her head and a jeweled wooden staff, stepped forward.

Followed by Rurik's ten Slavic servants, led by the Coven girl Lumi, wearing crowns made of pine branches and accompanying the high priest in plain clothes.

After a while, Niya also appeared with Carlota, Ella and Sepporava.

Just judging from their attire, they are obviously far more noble than other people.

Svetlana clearly saw that the people were avoiding spontaneously, and finally they retreated and formed a circle.

"So many beautiful girls, are they all your...women..." she asked weakly.

"Yes, it's all mine."

Svetlana was taken aback by Rurik's calm answer. Although she was prepared, she never thought that her man could please a woman so much? Do not! Rurik, I am afraid he is a womanizer. Suddenly, Svetlana felt that her rewarded position was not secure, even precarious.

Tears welled up in Niya's eyes, she opened her arms and looked at her son kindly: "Rurik, come here, let me see you..."

Rurik went straight, and finally let the old mother caress her forehead and kiss her cheeks.

She got excited, and out of the corner of her eyes, she saw two girls standing quietly and smiling silently.

"You..." Niya held his son's shoulders and asked urgently, "Tell me, did you coax a woman from outside again?"

"Of course, let me introduce you." Rurik turned around generously: "This is Noren, the daughter of the leader of Balmerk, Biyuni's younger sister who came at the beginning of the year, and she is already mine. Woman. This is Svetlana, the wife my father chose for me."

"Oh, that's great." Niya hurriedly waved her hands, "Come on, both of you."

She stroked the cheek of the second daughter again, praised her son as the greatest boy, and would be the greatest man in the future, and praised the beauty of the girl of the second brother.

However, her own man has an astonishing number of wives and concubines, which woman would not be jealous?

Jealousy, that's real jealousy, but as a woman of Rurik, every woman has her own destiny.

Rumia held the stick in one hand and stroked her belly with the other. She approached Rurik, grabbed his hand again, and pressed it to her belly.

Rurik understood this meaning very well.

"Have it already?"

"Yes. It's been six months now."

Rurik nodded, after all, as long as he looked at Rumia's current figure, even if she was dressed at the back, she couldn't hide the fact that she had a big belly.

Her cheeks already showed the joy of being a mother, and to be honest, Rurik did not have that extreme joy.

In the family of the Duke of Ross, every concubine has its own destiny, and the children of concubines also have their own destiny.

The child born by Rumia will eventually inherit the antler helmet and gemstone staff representing the history of Ross, as well as the duties of the high priest.

But after all, she was his first woman, and it was her who made him a real man.

Rurik cared more about herself now than about the child in her womb.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Rurik, who had already grasped the pure power and was the real Duke of Ross, kissed the forehead of the holy high priest of Ross in public!

The crowd was cheering, and most of them were booing, which was also accompanied by the crying of a large number of frightened babies.

None of this will affect Rurik, he leaned into Rumia's ear and smiled and said, "Tonight, I will accompany you..."

Rumia, she never dared to expect much. Now, she feels that she is the happiest woman.

It was the act of intimacy between the two of them. In the eyes of many wives and concubines in Rurik, the emotions were really complicated, and this feeling was difficult to describe in words. Then... let's laugh along with the booing Ross people.