Rurik, who was only two years old, had basically learned the tribal language.
It is really interesting to carefully identify them. Comparing most of their vocabulary with English more than a thousand years later, quite a lot of vocabulary is indeed very similar, so it is not difficult to learn.
Liu Li knew that his mother's name was Niya, his father's name was Otto, and he had a cousin named Arik. He actually had a large number of relatives, and they were all core members of the tribe. It was even said that most people in the tribe were like each other.
It's a matter of kinship.
The tribe calls itself "Sword Hand" or "Russ" externally. Internally, they only have names to match. Some special people have nicknames.
However, they don't have any surnames.
"If I were Rurik, then the current date should be around the middle of the ninth century. Am I in Scandinavia now? Or in Jutland, Denmark?"
"The elder also claimed that I was blessed by Odin and would lead the tribe to prosperity. Well, if the whole family goes to the hinterland of Eastern Europe, the tribe will indeed prosper. At least everyone should not stay in the cold fjords and eat fish every day.
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Otto, his biological father, led hundreds of people to Novgorod to ask for tribute from the locals. His biological mother kept counting the days, fearing that she would be back in the next few days.
Once he accepted this identity and looked at his biological mother Niya who was looking forward to the future more and more, Liu Li really wanted to see his father Otto and his cousin Arik as soon as possible.
During the Sorgon voyage in the autumn of this year, Otto took Arik, who was only twelve years old, with him just to let him see the world.
What kind of treasures can they bring back? Liu Li has had enough of the life of eating fish every day. As long as they come back, they can enjoy a happy time eating bread and even eat honey.
It was another calm autumn day, the sky dawned very late, the north wind howled across the fjord, and the world was in a state of silence.
The climate seems to be getting colder every day, but today's atmosphere is really unusual.
In the early morning, an oil lamp was lit in the wooden house, and Niya prepared some soaked and pickled raw pork and a small piece of rusk for her son.
"Rurik, you eat slowly, I'll go outside to see what's going on."
"Okay mom!"
Compared to pickled shark meat, concentrated seawater pickled pork is more delicious, even if it is raw.
Rurik had no choice. In two years, he knew many things. For example, pork was precious, bread was precious, and even the brine used to marinate the pork was precious.
Even if they face the sea all day long, the people of the Ross tribe can only boil seawater to make cyan coarse salt, a process that also consumes a lot of firewood.
However, the tribe often eats fish, and sea fish has a salty taste, so they have no shortage of salt.
They have been trading with people in the south. No one knows how the people in the south get pure white good salt without any weird smell. After all, they have it.
Rurik slowly gnawed on the bread and tore into the pork. It was crazy for a two-year-old child to do these things. He was completely used to this, and now he had to marvel at a person's strong adaptability.
In other words, I have to lament that people in the Middle Ages actually struggled to survive in extremely difficult environments.
After a while, Niya hurried into the wooden house with an excited face: "Rurik, your father is back. Everyone has gone to the dock, let's go too! Let's go and see how many treasures your father has brought."
"Ah! Is there any honey?" Rurik blurted out.
"Yes! Everything you want is available. Just finish your meal and we'll leave immediately."
Rurik used his baby teeth to eat quickly, which seemed not to be food for children at all. However, he did not get sick after eating this kind of food for a long time.
I'm afraid it's all because this Nordic man's body is strong to the core, and will become even stronger in the future, even with a thick beard.
Niya picked up Rurik after finishing his meal and walked quickly towards the dock with the maid following him.
Rurik wore a complete set of sheepskin coat, and his lining was indeed fine soft linen. He wore quite thick clothes, and it did not affect his walking. The north wind outside was like a knife, and he couldn't help but look at the blue sky and see only the sun.
It had just risen, but the moon was still looming.
Looking at the sea to the east, Rurik slightly narrowed his big round blue eyes and saw a large number of sailboats heading towards the port of Fort Ross against the sun.
Many of the huge canvases were printed with blue patterns, and the cross-arranged paddle patterns fully proved that Otto, the leader of the tribe, returned in triumph with hundreds of his warriors.
One by one, dragon-headed warships took advantage of the wind to wash up the beach, and then, one by one, strong Viking men jumped off the sandy beach.
Otto returned victoriously with a large amount of cargo. Soon, the transportation of the cargo began, but he just wanted to see his family as soon as possible.
"Arik, come with me to find your mother and brother."
"Okay daddy."
A strong man with a sword hanging from his waist, leading a child with a sword hanging from his waist, left the noisy crowd and walked towards an agreed-upon place on the pier.
Arik has always regarded it as a treasure since he inherited his biological father's sword. It is a rather heavy weapon. This time, Arik took this sword with him when he went to the Sweg territory with his uncle.
Arik was still too green. He followed closely behind Otto, who was walking vigorously and vigorously, with his head slightly raised and not daring to neglect at all.
After a while, Otto saw Niya holding the child. His old face, full of vicissitudes of life, covered with beard, showed a gratifying smile, as if he was holding countless gold in his hands.
Soon, Otto kept the "gold" as he always wished, which was his only surviving biological son Rurik.
He is a crazy person when fighting, and all the people he leads are called berserkers.
Otto holds his own sharp sword "The Destroyer" and swings it with both hands to cut the enemy in half.
His combat prowess is absolutely terrifying, there is no doubt about it. Only in front of his wife and children, he rarely shows his cute side.
Otto picked up the young Rurik and kept teasing the child's face with his beard.
"Dad, please don't do this, I feel very uncomfortable."
"Really? I thought you were going to cry."
"Why are you crying?" Rurik asked in a childish voice.
These words actually stopped Otto.
"Ah! Yes! Why are you crying?" Otto sighed, "My child, you are indeed special. You are not like ordinary children who can cry for a long time with just a slight pinch or an accidental fall.
But you, I have never heard you cry."
"Hey, it's because I'm the one blessed by Odin!" Rurik said deliberately with a smile on his face.
"Yes! That's why you are different."
Otto pinched his son's little face and said in an educational tone, "A good warrior cannot cry, let alone be afraid of pain. You must be brave. Only in this way can you become a qualified leader."
"Well, I will. But are the elders' words really credible? I really..."
"Of course you are." Niya said quickly, "Kid, this is your mission."
"Yes, at least everyone believes it. You are my son, and you must have been a qualified leader. When you grow up, I will educate you on how to become a qualified leader."