Rise of Rurik

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One duke signed the same contract with hundreds of others? This had never happened in the past, and neither did Aslaki, who claimed to be good at business.

She had all sorts of questions, not only about the peculiarities of these writings, but also about the vast number of contracts that needed to be signed. She smelled the amazing commercial value contained in it, and that was the writing materials themselves, because they should not be, let alone written materials only.

Asraqi was very calm, but her eyes revealed thousands of information to Rurik.

Rurik also returned with a similar look, and he was sure that there would be a private meeting with the family later.

Governor Conuson received the order, and Arik also got the task. The meeting ended with the end of the dinner, and they should go home or do business directly.

After staggering, Rurik wiped his mouth clean, and said suddenly, "You guys go back for a while, and be sure to remember that tomorrow morning, when the sun comes out, I want to see the people gathered in the square."

"That's it? I would like to drink some spirits with you." Arik said cheerfully.

"No need. If I can, I'd rather drink kvass than bitter ale. What a pity!" Rurik deliberately increased his voice, "We have too little wheat in our hands."

Hearing this, Asraki, who slumped her back, suddenly straightened her waist, revealing her swollen and coordinated chest inadvertently.

"It doesn't matter." Arik smiled, "I found that spirits are only paired with barbecued meat. You should ask your hometown to make more spirits. Anyway, since you asked for immigration this year, they will all come here, and we will brew and distill on the spot. "

After saying that, he stood up and motioned to his wife: "Let's go! It's time for my brother and sister (referring to Svetlana) to have a good rest, let's go back too."

"I..." Aslaqi looked up at her husband: "I still have something to tell the prince."

"Isn't that the end of the story? Or are you not full?"

"Next, it's... it's me who talks to the prince as the old Harald Hrorev family." Aslaqi had already put on a serious face.

She is the second wife, and Arik has an appointment with her first, thus theoretically avoiding family conflicts. And based on the agreement, his relationship with Asraki was a kind of cooperation as well as being a husband and wife.

"Well, since that's the case, I won't bother." Arik waved his hand, he was very sensible.

The hall, which was not lively at all, became colder, and some women worked as servants.

Rurik didn't need to take care of his daily servants. Based on the current situation, it was time for him to recruit a small group of servants.

He invited his sister-in-law into the inner hall, brought his wife and Asuraqi in the bedroom, and discussed some important matters.

It was quite quiet here, except for the guards standing guard outside, there were only three of them left inside the small palace.

Asraqi sat on the side of the soft leather cushion, the soft light of the oil lamp on the wall illuminated her peaceful face and the high bridge of her nose.

Rurik noticed his second sister-in-law's bulging belly, and sighed that his cousin had not forgotten his business while hunting.

Wait a minute! The elder sister-in-law also came to New Roseburg for the winter with Asgard, but the elder brother and sister-in-law actually moved here. Presumably the sister-in-law should give birth again? Is it a boy named Jill? Rurik hopes so.

Asraki was a little reserved, the boy in front of her was quite handsome, and his wife Svetlana was young and beautiful, but she was still childish.

The prince was a very young boy, handsome and clean, his mind was full of command, and his sturdy physique proved that he was a good combatant.

He thought that he had all the virtues of Viking men, and the wisdom beyond Viking men was endless.

The boy blessed by Odin once again showed great wisdom, and those writable papers resembling Buffalo were a brand new proof.

She wanted to mention it first, but Rurik spoke first.

"sister,

You...seem to have it again. "

Rurik's words were sweet, and Aslaqi was startled at first, then chuckled, and then stroked her stomach: "Yeah. Hope to be a boy again. You know, I want to revive the family, and I'll do things for you. Then, give this child a name too."

"Me? No. You are the mother of the child. Since he is the heir to your old Harald family name, only you are qualified."

"So it's true. Well, you... don't ask me out alone for my second child. Indeed, you're the child's uncle."

"It's about the future of the duchy." Rurik put away his smile and asked with a serious face: "I need wheat seeds now. I know you brought some wheat from your home in Rosburg to make delicious honey. Bread, your stock must be in stock. Now, hand over it all."

"Ah? Why is that?"

"Very important."

"Okay. Originally, I wanted to continue to make delicious noodles and sell them to their hunters. Since it was your order, I will follow it."

Rurik was naturally satisfied with this answer, and he also knew that this woman would have no choice if she was ordered.

"Very good. Then, you also want to know the purpose of my doing this." Rurik said deliberately.

"Yes." Asrazaki sighed: "If wheat is very important, I will announce that wheat will not be used for food in the future."

"Oh, what's so extreme? Of course you're going to use wheat to make delicious bread, and that's the problem. We have too little wheat in stock but too much oats. Do we, the Duchy of Ross, import wheat from Britain every year? If one day Northumbria betrays, how will we get wheat? Start a war again? I want to grow my own wheat, and I will grow it on a large scale in Novgorod."

The prince's words were so impassioned that Aslaqi had never seen a wheat field in her life, not even a ripe ear of wheat. Of course she had seen wheat kernels when she was very young and knew that it was the best ingredient for bread, but that was it.

Since the prince is so far away, he naturally accepts it unconditionally.

"Yes. I'll get the wheat at once, but there's not much of it."

"How much more?" Rurik asked anxiously.

"About five more sacks? I'm used to a hundred pounds in a bag."

"That's five hundred pounds, not bad. Well, I just don't know how much stock there is in Rosburg's hometown!" Rurik sighed, "I hope my order is delivered in time, and I hope Harrodsen doesn't mess around. ."

Currently there are about 500 pounds of wheat on hand, and only a small part of the land can be sown as wheat seed. One hectare (Viking, 0.96 modern hectare) is sown with 400 Roman pounds (Viking Roman pounds, 0.392 kg), and Rurik intends to sow at this value.

Rurik didn't dare to mess around until he was sure that spring wheat could yield high yields. He used the local average production capacity of oats as a reference, that is, the tradition of yielding 2,000 pounds of wheat per hectare and leaving 20% ​​for planting. In this way, the cost of trial and error is not high, but the maximum variety of wheat on hand is more than one hectare. If this is true, it is not a test field.

Despite the risks of trial and error, Rurik was sure he had enough to spend. No matter how the so-called experimental field has to be made out of 100 hectares in one go, it is necessary to transport all the wheat from the hometown of Rosberg to make grain.

Regarding dispatching a new sled team to go back to his hometown in this ice and snow world, Rurik has made up his mind, and he will be able to implement it, that is, the whole operation is quite sensitive to the grasp of time.

If the farming season is missed, the plan to plant spring wheat on a large scale this year will be in vain.

Just in case, the batch of wheat seeds provided by Aslaki must of course be sown at the right time. If the plan for large-scale grain distribution fails, the last hectare of wheat will be carefully taken care of, and their output will be used as next year's grain. Even in the most conservative way, Novgorod can spend more time. Wheat is grown on a large scale.

The matter of wheat is what Rurik is most concerned about at the moment, and this matter has a relatively comfortable result.

Rurik knew that Asraki had a lot to ask, and this allowed her to hear the news.

Sure enough, the matter of paper was hard to let go of, and she even saw the business opportunities in it.

"Lord Duke." She spoke with her official title: "The paper that was written must be Odin's wisdom, and you must have re-engraved it in the world. I... I want to know the secret, I want to help you make more."

"You?" Rurik narrowed his eyes cautiously and realized that the matter was not simple, "Do you want to make paper to make money?"

"No! For the Duke's cause."

"I believe that you are sincere, but you are not wrong about making money. You cannot interfere with this matter. If necessary, I will entrust you with it as appropriate."

Of course, the paper industry can be developed into a huge profit industry. Making huge profits is not the purpose. Rurik needs paper to cooperate with him to exert his authority and so on. It would be too naive if Aslaqi only saw commercial value. Rurik decided to hold on to this matter and wait until the paper industry develops from scratch. People like Aslaqi can be an excellent distributor. As for passing on the technology to her, Rurik is a little worried. .

Because this woman is not simple!

Asuragi, who was full of confidence, was thrown a basin of cold water on her face. On the surface, her emotions were like a deflated ball, but in fact, fighting spirit sprouted in her heart. Since Rurik didn't say anything to death, will he have a chance in the future? It must be so. So you should continue to support yourself, and even explore the secrets. After all, Rurik has long said that the so-called Odin spreads the wisdom of God to the world, and anyone has the right to explore it. God's wisdom is never a delicacy open to a few people.

This night, Rurik and Svetlana slept soundly.

Regarding the calamity of Queen Mary's death in childbirth, Rurik restrained himself with self-discipline, and he even "science" to his wives and concubines about the relationship between birth and age.

After all, it was a matter of life and death, and they consciously restrained themselves without being frightened. They don't take the initiative to leave Rick this time.

Except for Carlotta and Rumia.

The two of them slept peacefully on the bed, nesting together like hibernating bears.

The whole New Roseburg could not be quiet, the peaceful winter life was broken, and the latest news made the whole city boil.

The Duke is going to fulfill his promise back then to give everyone land! The soldiers of the first flag team will be the first to get the land!

All the old Rus will be assigned to the cultivated land!

The spread of news is getting more and more outrageous, and the residents in the dark night actually started to connect spontaneously.

Especially the people of Ostara welcomed back their Duchess, and that talk of the anointed land. The Ostarans were already cheering!

At dawn the next day, before the moon had set, the sky was still dark blue, and people in fur coats began to appear in the snow-covered Harvest Square.

The number of people is increasing, and men, women and even children are walking out of the house.

The people in the city were the first to gather here. When the sun rose and the gates of the city walls opened, people who had already gathered outside the city also poured into the city and gathered in Harvest Square with a purpose.

The huge square was originally prepared for large-scale gatherings of people. Now it has been trampled very flat. The golden light of the morning sun is sprinkled on the frozen city. There are as many as 3,000 men and women standing in this square, all of them wearing leather. , The whole body is gray and black, and the furry looks sturdy, like three thousand bears.

This scene is quite grand!

The guards (elite mercenaries) who are on guard on shifts have seen this kind of battle, and all they can think of is that when the war breaks out, both the enemy and the party are gathering large armies.

The soldiers of the first flag team were all wearing blue and white uniforms under their thick leather jackets. They walked out one after another and asked the guards about the Duke.

The guards were willing to explain at first, but as there were too many people asking, they didn't get tired of it.

The two sides even quarreled, even though they fought side by side many times in bad battles.

Arik's eyes were sharp, and he personally stopped the two groups of violent people from fighting.

But things are completely beyond his imagination. At this time, his subordinates are complaining, and the guards on duty are also complaining.

What can Arik do? He happened to see the Governor Conuson, who was trying to maintain order, and scolded his face: "What's going on? It was agreed that only the brothers from the first flag team came. I saw all the men in the city came, and there was another one. A large group of women. You see, there are also a group of cubs here to join in the fun. There is a group of cubs on the roof who are not afraid of falling."

Conuson was also innocent. He explained with an embarrassed smile: "Everyone's life is full of boredom, and they all came as soon as they heard that the Duke wanted to allocate land."

"It was you who took the order and agreed to only notify the first flag team. You must have made omissions in your work, and you dared to falsely pass on your will."

"I didn't!" Konusong denied, "I swear by honor that Rurik is a hero who has only been in the Rus for a hundred years. How dare I disobey. But the people are too enthusiastic, if they don't trust the duke very much, How do they start rallies when it's dark?"

Arik gritted his teeth, it was true that his brother had incomparable prestige, and it was reasonable to attract thousands of people to pay their respects.

It's just that there are not many pure old Ross settlers here in Roseburg, and there are a large number of brothers of the First Flag Team who temporarily stayed because of catching squirrels. Arik was afraid that the land that should have belonged to his brother would be cheap for the New Rus who joined later.

The chatter continued, and Rurik in the palace got the news, but stomped his feet in anger.

After he went to the toilet in the morning, he ate some jerky, and put on his clothes cursingly.

Hearing the rumbling outside, she knew that too many people had gathered, and Svetlana was nervous and frightened. She first went to the front door and glanced at it, then rushed back to report to her husband: "It's all people! The square is full of your followers."

"It's a follower, not necessarily!" Rurik snapped his hat, "I'm afraid they made a mistake in conveying the order, and they all came to fight for my reward."

After saying that, he patted his face again and motioned to his wife: "It's probably like this, but... this is my authority. Smile for me, take my arm and follow me. Remember! Lanna, I'm a prince. , you are the queen."

Indeed, Svitalana had been curious and fond of the name "Rurik" ever since she knew her destined husband, and when she saw him, all her feelings instantly condensed into admiration.

Maybe Rurik was used to the feeling of being the king of the world, and she was not ready for the thought of mother-in-law!

She took Rurik's hand, and the two of them, dressed in fluffy white robes, walked to the rammed earth platform in the square, took off their hats together, and faced the gathering crowd and a group of urchins lying on the roofs of the residential houses in the distance.

At this moment Rurik desperately hoped that there would be an electric loudspeaker to accurately convey his commands.

There are not many residents in Novo Roseburg. Rurik took a closer look and estimated that there were only more than 2,000 people gathered. Most of the adults and teenagers in the entire city were here.

If they gather close enough and keep quiet and are willing to listen carefully, they can indeed raise their voices and pass the words more accurately. That is obviously impossible. The wind would seriously interfere with the words, and they were not standing shoulder to shoulder.

Now that he has appeared, Rurik and Lanna deliberately hold their heads high and let them pay their respects.

In fact, he also saw that Carlotta brought his own hundreds of Ostara people into the mix, so let them take a good look at the heroic appearance of the good man who bestowed his land.

Rurik stayed here deliberately not to speak, and his seemingly unusual behavior gradually caused the chattering crowd to quiet down.

With only abundance left in his ears, Rurik finally pulled out his dagger and shouted, "The warriors of the first flag team! Assemble!"

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