Rise of Rurik

Those Melalen serfs who arrived at Roseburg, these guys didn't sit and eat rice.

Among them, the strong laborers were instructed by Rurik to go to distant places to cut wood, or to form teams, dragging sledges and carrying draft axes to dig ore in the mountains. The women among them were naturally unsuitable for such hard work, so they were thrown by Rurik to Fisk's mother, Bromma, to do some tailoring work.

Rurik picked a young woman out of these serfs, she seemed to be sixteen or seventeen? It's just that the face and body look more childish.

"It's not my dish anyway..."

Rurik shook his head and directly ordered that she was no longer the Duke's slave, but a man's wife.

Is there such a good thing in the world? When the grateful woman heard these orders, she knelt down and climbed to Rurik's feet to kiss his boots.

So what's the price? The price was that John Ingvar had to become a man sooner.

The obedient John was dragged to the temple by Lurik, and a group of Rus gathered to cheer and cheer. John endured the discomfort and passed the savage ritual.

This seems to be a wedding? indeed so.

"If this is not the realm of God, but a place blessed by Odin, I..." John Ingvar, his belief is not piety, the woman in front of him is desperately tempting himself, then as a real man, in order to be with the past The humiliation of the cut, he pounced on after making the final psychological struggle...

He is no longer a toy that can be played with, and even imposes his past humiliation on this woman.

The woman was beaten by John until the corner of her mouth was bleeding. At night, there were screams from John's residence, and witnesses saw that after the day came, the woman had difficulty walking when fetching water.

John's humiliation was vented violently, and when he cleared his head and re-examined what he had done, a sense of guilt came back to him. He tried to comfort the woman, but unexpectedly the woman covered her face and cried bitterly, and Xu Yu looked into his eyes with a smirk, and said thank you.

John Ingvar, with a very complicated mood, once again accepted Rurik's summons, and then explained Latin on the third floor of the palace.

He had just climbed the stairs to arrive, and Rurik was already waiting with a cheerful smile.

"Well done! As true Danes do, you are the wolf of the north, not the sheep of the Franks.

' said Rurik, clapping his hands.

John knew exactly when Rurik said, so he hurried over and reported his own affairs truthfully, with a sense of guilt in his words.

"So, will God punish you?"

"This... it will definitely be."

"But Odin will think you are a good warrior. What do you think of her?" Rurik asked deliberately.

"very good."

"Okay, she was a slave, a plaything. Maybe, you can treat her kindly."

"Of course!" said John hastily. "I'll take care of the poor lamb."

"So, is she a woman?"

"It is already."

"Well done, so that we are brothers. I like you very much! I mainly like the Latin you have mastered. I have basically learned it, but I want to popularize it in my territory."

"Ah! This..."

Rurik looked him in the eye and continued: "Many young brothers lack knowledge, I want them to understand Latin, and even communicate in Latin in daily life. Maybe you are worried about your future work, this is the Your future work. This place is far from the Holy See, and no force can threaten my power. I don't want to listen to the nonsense of those priests. As long as I can understand these scriptures, I can make my own understanding. You come, I want learn new..."

Unexpectedly, this docile sheep is still a wolf at heart, and many witnesses will develop what they see into something that Rosberg likes to talk about.

Brothers despise cowards the most, and now John Ingwaal is no longer a coward, and no one is criticized.

In December, the low temperature and extreme diurnal eroded Roseburg. Every day people had less time to work. When night fell, most of the things could no longer be done.

Roseburg, protected by wooden walls, is naturally quiet?

Not quite.

Nowadays, the materials stored by each household are unprecedentedly sufficient, and it is no problem to survive the cold winter safely. Families spontaneously launched their torpedoes that succumbed to instinct, and the wind was drowned out by human groans and the sudden cries of babies.

One can expect another baby boom in Roseburg next fall, when it would be normal for people living in the settlement alone to have another thousand babies.

But Rumia's belly is getting bigger every day, and a new life is not far from being born.

On the day of the spring equinox, she was completely a Rurik woman. Rurik counted the time, the due date was around January 10 of the Julian calendar, and she was already in her late pregnancy.

Can she still preside over Hanukkah rituals like this?

She must preside, no matter how difficult it is.

Because on the eve of Hanukkah, a major project will be completed.

A mighty reindeer sleigh team returned from the north, with more than 200 people, including professional loggers and hunters who returned early. The most important European spruce logs were brought back, and the work of masting the two large ships that were laid out in the open filled the Hortra family's entire time. Even if the daylight hours are few and far between, even with torches and bonfires lit, logs have to be worked into usable masts.

Freshly felled trees also serve as masts? Almost all the water in it freezes into ice crystals.

In fact, it's not too bad. Vikings from all walks of life are not too picky in this regard. The so-called wood will eventually become dry, and spruce, which grows slowly and becomes talented, is completely useful as a mast.

Outdoors, a group of craftsmen beat spruce logs with a variety of tools to form masts.

Just inside the dock, a destroyer with a third hull built, was overseen by Rurik beginning the installation of the propeller mechanism.

This is a complicated job, so complicated that Hortra has never taken over such a complicated job in his life on crutches.

He complained to Rurik: "My lord, must it be so? Don't you feel the difficulty?"

"There is indeed a possibility, but it is too stupid to give up because of this."

Hotra didn't want to say that this set of institutions might be redundant. Since his children like it, he will continue to do it.

The craftsmen continued to ding ding dong dong, and punched holes in the wooden shell, installed the roller bearings and the highest rotating rod, and saw that this battle had to be installed all day.

The chalk clods had white lines drawn on where and what was installed on the hull, and Rurik felt that he had to worry too much about it.

After watching it for too long, Rurik sipped the Qiuju tea that their craftsmen drank, sat cross-legged on the leather cushion, and naturally talked to Hortra about money.

"These four ships will be launched next spring, and six hundred pounds of silver will be carried to you. How are you going to spend them?"

"This..." Hotra was a little surprised, this kid had never asked this before.

"Just be honest, I have to know where my money ends up going."

"Yes. To pay the workers, all the helpers must be paid."

"So, how much can you earn?"

Hearing that, Hortra hesitated directly. He made some deliberation and muttered cautiously: "About half of it."

"That's three hundred pounds of silver. That's a lot, so the tax I got from you last year has to go up a bit."

"Ah! This... this is inappropriate." Hortra was in a hurry, and she confided in her words. He complained very much that he was so confused that he didn't know how to say less.

Rurik shrugged and looked at the boat: "You don't need too much wealth, or you already have a lot of wealth, all of which come from the protection of me and our Rus."

"Yes."

"Now, in addition to smelting steel, I am proud of you shipbuilders. Next year, I will collect double the tax from you. It is useless if you ask for too much money, so leave it to me."

Hotra sighed, neither outright rejection nor consent, sighing was equivalent to acquiescence.

"It's a lot for you to actually earn two hundred pounds, enough for you and your relatives and friends to live comfortably. Now let's talk about this boat! Two boats outdoors, masts installed before Hanukkah, is there any problem? "

"No problem at all." Hortra said decisively.

"Very good. Let me tell you bluntly, one of the two large ships I sold to the Balmers and the other for our own use. I have also thought of the name of the ship."

"The name of the ship?"

"It's called the Duke of Ostara, and the Oss is built."

Hearing the name, Hortra understood all at once. The people of Rosburg worship their duke very much. Rurik is young and promising, and while bringing benefits to his people, he has brought glory to the Russian army.

These days, people are saying that the female leader of Ostara has become a woman, and she will give birth to a new son to Lord Rurik at a young age, thus completely resurrecting the Ostara tribe, and Ostara also Naturally become a vassal of Ross.

Thinking of this, Hotra laughed out loud: "Are you giving a gift to your Carlota?"

"Yes. She has served me well these days."

"Serve?" Looking at Rurik beside him, Hotra continued to laugh: "It's really a young man, it's good to be young, but unfortunately I'm old. I didn't have the qualifications to spend like you when I was young, I still recommend You are more restrained, now everyone knows you have seventeen wives! You have too many women, this must be a gift from Odin, but you..."

"Can't you indulge? I'm very confident now! I believe that my body can conquer them easily, and I believe that my sword can lay down a larger territory. Therefore, these ships must be built quickly."

The topic went back to shipbuilding. When mentioning the name of the ship, Hotra asked casually: "Eight destroyers, have you thought of a name for each?"

"Yes, it's named after the stars."

"Oh? I thought you would name it after your wife and concubine, so that I could build seventeen ships in a short period of time." Hotra raised his right hand slightly dry, "This ship is installing the propeller, what is her name."

"Mercury ()."

"What's this name?"

"This... This is a long story." Rurik was rather bored for the time being, so he might as well tell this old fellow Hotra about the wonderful worldview.

The universe does not have a center at all, just like a spherical surface does not have a center point on its surface, so the sun is not the center of the universe, and neither is the earth. But will people feel confused if they feel that they are not the chosen ones?

Rurik bluntly said that the sun (Sarah) is the incarnation of Odin, and there are many small worlds revolving around it. The human world is only one of them. All the worlds together constitute a branch of the world tree, and the stars are one. Another bud. A small world called Mercury revolves around the sun just like the human world...

Whether Hortra wanted to believe it or not, Rurik said so.

He even explained one thing: "Some things, just because the eyes can't see, doesn't mean they don't exist. It's like we can't see the faces of sailors standing on distant ships, and we can't find other people in the vast collection of stars that also revolve around the sun. small world."

Hotra was not in the mood to think about these ethereal things, but when he heard Rurik's naming of these small worlds, he was obviously prepared, and it didn't seem like a make-up at all, considering that there were various signs that the child did get Odin's Blessings, his words are probably true.

"The eight ships are: Mercury, Vinas, Mona, Mas, Jobiter, Setun, Nepten ), Uranos.”

Rurik had chosen definite Latin alphabetic spellings for these ships, and finally nailed them to the sides and even sewed unique flags.

Among these names Hotra knew a Mona, which was the Norse noun for the moon after all.

"So, all eight ships will have your propeller mechanism installed?"

Rurik shook his head and pointed to the Mercury under construction: "This is a great attempt to challenge the most difficult mechanical achievements of our Rus. If I succeed, I will carry forward and refit all the other seven ships. . If I fail, make improvements."

"My lord, with all due respect. Even if you don't rely on this, it's perfectly fine to rely solely on sails."

"No need to say more, I have made up my mind."

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, and when the mast was installed, the people of Roseburg came out to observe it on a large scale.

Hotra's shipyard is not within the high wall, and this circle of high walls makes for an excellent viewing platform.

Scaffolding, wooden cranes, and the cooperation of hundreds of people, they sweated desperately and fought shirtless in the snow and ice, and only then did the mast stand in the preset position amid the cheers of the crowd. Then, further fixing of the mast also began.

In this grand scene, a young woman could not hide the tears on her face.

Carlotta was moved to tears because his Rurik claimed that the masted ship was the symbol of the Ostarans, the Duke of Ostara. In the future, in addition to the "Oar Flag" with blue stripes on a white background, the ship should also fly the "Ostara Bull-Head Flag" designed by Carlota himself with a bull-head totem on a white background.

And the Mercury's propeller mechanism has also been successfully completed, although it looks too strange to Rurik.

She was standing on the sleepers in the indoor dock. The stern was lying on the stern and no one stepped on the pedals. The two rotating rods on the left and right sides were indeed rotating. Rurik did not make too big a blade in design, its maximum diameter is less than half a meter, which should be enough for a small boat. The next step is to install a wooden cover on the position of the gear to keep the operation of the gear as airtight as possible.

The installation of other parts of the ship is also in progress. Compared with a large ship like the Avrora, the Mercury is really a small ship, but it is also longer and taller than a cargo ship. The boat looks slender.

The festival of Hanukkah is also coming. The people of Roseburg witnessed the whole process of installing the masts on the two large ships. The most dazzling Aurora in the dark night, and the first ray of sunshine that pierces the sea level in the new year...