Rurik was indeed very happy that Klavasen had lost his bones and his learning ability was still amazing.
As for this man's claim that he would complete all the requirements tonight and tomorrow, and even build a "crude manual stamping machine," Rurik really didn't believe it.
It doesn't matter if you stay a day or two late, since the decision has been made, the reward of fifty silver coins must still be given.
Putting the glass thing aside for the time being, Rurik ordered his two followers to follow him. He wanted to recruit some idle women in Fort Ross and mobilize them to cook fish. He would provide fresh fish and cook the meat.
Pottery urns, even firewood, and payment. All of these can be easily obtained with a small amount of money. At least for Rurik, they think every silver coin is precious, and Rurik thinks it is small money.
To do this, Rurik immediately thought of Fisk's mother.
The three of them were walking on the complicated and narrow roads of Fort Ross, when Rurik suddenly asked: "Fisk, your mother is probably at ease, right?"
"Maybe, you know, my mother and I only go fishing offshore at most, or help others weave some cloth to make some money." Fisk said regretfully.
"Okay, it won't be like this anymore. I agreed, I will give you fish and meat every day, and who will cook the meat? I think your mother is qualified for this position. Don't worry, I will give her an acceptable reward.
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"Oh? Really?" Fisk asked in surprise.
"Yes. And you." Rurik said about Kanuf, "Your mother can also come to help, and I will pay for it."
Kanuf didn't care too much. The child put his head on his hands and said, "Okay, if she wants."
"At least your mother is willing, Fisk. Let's go, take me to your house first."
"Then come with me." Fisk said with a smile. He didn't think Rurik's decision was a whim. It seemed that he and his mother would be able to get food to survive without having to be very tired in the future, and maybe even a little more.
currency?
Fisk introduces Rurik into his humble home.
It has to be said that this child's wooden house is much worse than Rurik's house. In Rurik's opinion, it is just a wooden shed without a foundation.
Because of his father's death in the war, Fisk's family gradually fell into poverty.
After all, times have changed. Those who are powerful or physically strong have raised huge objections to the tribe's inherent distribution of spoils and dividends. The most powerful people demand that spoils must be distributed according to work, and those who lack strength naturally lack the right to speak.
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Since the interests of the priests were well protected, the priests were not willing to speak to the poorest people.
At least Fisk's mother has some life skills.
In Rurik's view, Fisk's home was indeed in a bad situation, but the situation at his own home was not much better.
It is of course necessary to improve the living conditions. For the time being, Rurik has no plans to build himself a wooden house with a floor. Of course, if he feels that the time is right, there is no obstacle to building a new house.
Rurik followed Fisk's footsteps and walked into his dark home.
"Mom, the son of the leader is here." Fisk enthusiastically faced his mother who was spinning.
Although the light was dim, Rurik walked through the low doorway and saw a middle-aged woman sitting cross-legged on an animal skin, operating a small spinning machine.
Although she was middle-aged, looking at the folds of her skin, Rurik felt that this woman was sixty years old.
She stopped what she was doing and stood up quickly, her body bowing slightly to show her respect.
"It's Rurik, it's not my son who got into any trouble?"
"Huh?" Rurik was startled, and then said: "The trouble? No. I'm just here to tell you a good thing. There are other things that I need your help for."
"Me? It would be great if a poor woman like me could help the great you."
This woman's name was Broma. Rurik learned his mother's name from Fisk. The original meaning of her name was "flower".
In fact, some little girls in the tribe also have names like this. People always like to name their daughters after beautiful things. Rurik doesn't think there is anything wrong with this.
Rurik nodded and glanced at the small manual spinning machine again: "Sit down. I saw you spinning flax. Do you make a living by doing this now?"
"Yes. Fortunately, I have such skills, I can still support my son. When my Fisk grows up, he will..." Broma glanced at the old face lightly, looking at the corner of the wall
Those iron swords: "That is Fisk's father's sword. In a few years, Fisk will definitely inherit it."
"Of course. However, I think Fisk's life is not easy."
"No! No!" Broma denied flatly, "You are a person blessed by Odin. If he can follow you, that is Fisk's happiness."
"Forget it." Rurik smiled bitterly and shook his head: "He can't even eat enough. And you! As far as I know, your family's situation is very bad. Woman, now I'll give you a chance."
Rurik composed himself and explained his request in a commanding tone again.
Sure enough, this request was like an auspicious sign from heaven, and Broma agreed in surprise.
Rurik's original intention was to recruit some tribal women who were responsible for cooking meat for more than a hundred children. In order to ensure that these people would work well, of course, they had to select women from the poorest families. Widows like Fisk's mother were most suitable.
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The biggest problem for these women right now is survival. They can't even guarantee food for themselves and their families.
Before the sun set, Rurik had selectively recruited seven women. Their common characteristics were very clear - they were not young and their husbands were dead.
Rurik bought the pottery pot for cooking meat from the tribe's potter for a small sum of money.
The most important job of the seven women he promised to recruit every day was to cook meat for the children. The so-called reward was that they could eat their own portion of fish or other meat. In addition, they also had a portion.
The allowance is only one silver coin per month.
Just that, they were moved to tears by Rurik's wise decision.
Everything is going on in an orderly manner.
Rurik traveled to different locations in Roseburg throughout the afternoon, and when he got home, his calves were so sore.
He gnawed a little bit of dried meat, then lay down comfortably on the animal hide, accepting Rumia's leg massage.
Niya kept chewing the dried meat in her hand, and said plausibly: "I heard something. You actually decided to reward your subordinates with daily meat. You are really generous."
"Ah! It's so comfortable." Rurik was enjoying himself and asked Rumia to pinch her harder.
"Are you listening?!" Niya said harshly.
"I'm listening. Mom, you ask me to give them meat to eat? I think there is no problem. Now I have discussed it with those women. I will arrange for my people to eat meat at noon tomorrow."
"But even your father has never done this at any time."
"That's him. Dad and I are different." Rurik, who was lying on his back, immediately started talking: "Mom, those children will be my subordinates when they grow up. Now I give them meat to eat, and in the future I will take care of them.
If I make a lot of money, I might be able to give them women. If I don't do this, they might stop listening to me in the future."
Niya was startled at first, then calmed down with a pleased expression: "Then just do it. I'm worried that in the future, the children of the entire tribe will come to you and beg you for meat."
"Hey, that's okay. They listen to me now, and they will listen to me even more in the future."
Rurik did have this idea, even though his body was just that of a child.
This kid is extraordinary!
Rurik estimated that when he grew up, he should naturally become the leader.
Will there be any competition for the leadership position? Rurik will probably never have it again.
If you use some means to recruit all the children of the tribe as part of your own interest group, the size of this group will be staggering. Potential competitors may be eliminated before they appear.
The next day, a wonderful start.
Rurik handed ten silver coins into Broma's hand and ordered her and other women to go to the beach fish market in the morning to buy meat. There was only one principle: consume all the money and exchange it for meat.
Everything went very smoothly. Because they gave them enough money, the fishermen were extremely excited and carried the meat directly to the meat cooking site. This was because it was the first time in their lives that these fishermen cooked the meat in a very short time.
Most of the catches were sold cleanly, and I also made a lot of money.
In five large pottery urns, fish and whale meat were mixed and cooked. The firewood under the urns crackled, and the obviously cooked meat was fished out.
Using a set of simple scales that Rurik borrowed from the priests, the women classified the meat according to portions of a Roman pound.
The scene of cooking meat is simply an advertisement for Rurik.
People in the tribe left behind are already spreading rumors that the children who have surrendered to Rurik will always enjoy the benefits. These children may never worry about hunger before they grow up.
The air was filled with the smell of meat, and many young children with dirty faces came over to look for the smell of meat. There were even many tribal girls who couldn't resist the temptation and came over instinctively.
Maybe the favor can only be given to the boys of the tribe, or to the boys who are expected to become future warriors.
One pound of whale meat or two pounds of fish meat were placed on crude wooden boards hewn from pine poles.
No one cares whether the meat is hot or cold. People don't even care if it has salt in it. As long as the meat is cooked, that's all.
The sun is gradually moving towards the center of the sky, and it will soon be time for dinner.
Most Russians don't have the concept of breakfast, lunch and dinner, but the children training with Rurik do.
There is a lack of carbohydrates in their diet, and the required calories must be obtained from meat as much as possible. It has to be said that as humans, the body is born with a strong demand for sugar. If there are no high-energy starchy foods
, the current living conditions of the Russian people, if they want to become strong, they can only eat more fish and meat.
Rurik faced the children who had gathered to stand in a matrix for the last time. He saw the excitement and expectation that could not be hidden on the faces of these hungry guys.
He then pulled out his steel sword and shouted: "I have told you clearly! Tell me! Who gave you meat to eat?!"
"It's the leader Rurik!" the children said in unison.
"What are you talking about?!" Rurik held the sword in his right hand and put his left hand against his ear, deliberately making it difficult to hear the words, "You all speak louder."
"It's the leader Rurik!"
The children roared as childishly as they could.
"Okay, do you still remember our slogan?"
"ypaaaaaaax!"
Rurik couldn't help but talk nonsense. He was very pleased that these children actually cried "Ula".
Yes, the Russians should be the sons of the Russians.
"Okay! Brothers, follow me. Follow your leader and eat meat!"
Rurik held the scabbard with his left hand and held the steel sword high with his right hand. Behind him were a large group of squealing children eager to eat meat.
Because, that’s at least a pound of meat! Many children don’t even realize how crazy it is to eat a pound of cooked meat.
A Roman pound, Rurik felt, must be more than three hundred grams.
According to Rurik's understanding, it is no problem for a casual adult to eat 500 grams of meat. The edible part of a roast chicken may be 500 grams. Most people can eat the whole roast chicken.
Just stop here.
Of course, there are some fierce people who stuff their stomachs with two to three kilograms of steamed buns and bread, and even drink a bottle of bubble water, and still continue to stuff their stomachs.
For children, maybe a pound of flesh is a challenge.
Rurik didn't expect them to really eat all the meat in one meal. After all, the meat was cooked, and the summer temperature in Northern Europe was not very high, so a piece of cooked meat could still be stored for a long time.
He ordered his people to gather together the team that had become loose due to joy, and everyone lined up in five columns to form a large team.
Just like in daily training, the children carried toy-like wooden shields on their backs, with training wooden swords (sword-shaped wooden sticks or wooden sticks) on their waists, and walked in a rather neat pace.
Rurik led the way and rushed to the meat cooking scene where there were already a large number of onlookers in search of the smell of meat.
The children haven't arrived yet, and the sound of neat footsteps quickly attracts people's attention.
People in the tribe probably knew that Rurik summoned almost all the boys of similar age to him and collectively pulled them to a small slope west of Fort Ross for training in fighting.
It's just a game among children! All men like various fighting games when they are young, which makes the men of the Ross tribe have excellent combat effectiveness in possible armed battles in the future.
The tribe encourages children to "play games". As for what they are actually doing, many people still don't care.
Now, a large number of seven- and eight-year-old boys under Rurik's command are walking in unbelievably neat steps, forming an unbelievably neat team, and just walking like this?!
Especially a large number of women and their children are in this team.
They had never observed the training their son received from Rurik. In short, they learned from their son that the training was very interesting. Because Rurik was imitating the fighting of adults!
More than 150 people lined up in three columns, and each column was a "combat group". It was also the so-called "comrades on the same boat." The boy at the head of the column was the strongest in the column, and they served as the "captain" of the column.
", which is equivalent to the position of platoon leader.
Rurik noticed the restlessness of the children. He still raised his sword and shouted: "Everyone, stay in order! Your mother is watching you, show the temperament a man should have, and continue to follow me!"
That boy doesn't want to show off his bravery in front of his mother?
These seven or eight-year-old children wish they could grow up to be seventeen or eighteen years old immediately, so that they can make great achievements like the people who expedition to Gotland for revenge!
They walked into the meat cooking scene amidst the admiration of everyone.
Now, Rurik couldn't help but sigh that he had created a big scene?
In fact, due to the lack of entertainment in life, whenever there is any interesting news in the tribe, the news will quickly spread throughout the tribe and become a favorite for everyone. Rurik's magical behavior not only made everyone think that this child is a model of generosity, in line with
They all came over to see if it was true that Rurik gave meat to children.
"That's fine, you all take a look at what I do. You'd better know that as the leader, I will lead you to have meat to eat every day." Rurik thought silently in his heart.
He was also very happy now. In order to make these children line up honestly, it was necessary to hit the disobedient ones with a wooden stick a few times. In addition, he also gave some verbal threats.
After all, they are children. They are naturally very easy to listen to the words of strong people and naturally lack judgment.
"Anyone who intentionally causes chaos in the team will be despised by everyone and will also be beaten with a wooden stick. If he refuses, he will leave the team and be despised by everyone for the rest of his life." Rurik's threat was indeed very effective, and all the children were dissatisfied.
Hope to be abandoned by his brothers.
Rurik was pleased to see that the women had divided the cooked meat very attentively. It seemed that they had indeed distributed each piece of meat according to its weight.
"All brothers, stop!"
The team stopped instantly.
Rurik could see their standing bodies swaying. Although their small faces were facing the back of the head of the person in front of them, their eyes were already trying their best to glance at the pieces of meat.
"Do you want to eat meat? Okay, let's go and eat. Everyone has a share. Now listen to my order. First team, line up according to your queue to get the meat, either white fish or dark whale.
Meat, you choose it yourself. Those behind you, be prepared!"
Up to now, the team is still very neat.
Rurik used a stick to beat the disobedient to great effect, at least it was more effective than trying to persuade them to obey order.
Because according to his understanding, whips are indispensable in the training of line musketeers, and those who do not follow the regulations will be whipped.
After rigorous training, soldiers are trained to ignore their comrades who died in battle against their shoulders. Like machines with no emotion, they reach the designated position, raise their guns and fire, and then try their best to ignore the smoke, loud noises and wails, and give the flintlocks a try.
Gun loading.
The children began to line up to get the meat, and almost without exception they gave priority to the white cooked cod meat.
Simply because the portion of fish is two pounds!
Of course, this is just in appearance.
In terms of providing calories, Rurik strongly believed that whale meat was twice as much as fish meat of the same weight. After all, whales are cloven-hoofed animals.
The children were surprised to find that they could feast on the food, and of course they chose the one with the most meat. They took away the wooden board holding the meat, and then sat on the ground and ate crazily, even without adding salt.
Salt? That's not a problem, because the water in which the meat is cooked is mixed with some sea water, so even the whale meat has a little sea salt mixed in.
Although the whale meat was only one pound, all the children in the fifth team finally got the whale meat. They were a little regretful at first, but when they really started biting, they realized that the meat was really solid.
For a time, the meat cooking scene became a gathering place for children. More than 150 children ate meat desperately. Their bellies were bulging, but there was still a lot of meat left in their hands.
Rurik said smoothly: "Can't you finish eating? Then take it back and you can eat it in the evening. Don't worry, there are no special circumstances. You have to live like this every day. Do you remember what I told you? Loyalty
As for me, I will take you to eat meat."
"Ypaaaax..." Many children roared "Ula" again as a friendly response.
Rurik pinched his waist and accepted the worship of the children. The women cooking the meat were delighted, and the onlookers were surprised and envious.
Another scene.
A low-level priestess who was watching hurried back to the priest's longhouse, and emotionally reported to Bona, who was leading people to make soap every day, and the high priest Vilia, who continued to sit in meditation, about Rurik's gift of meat.
.Even more shocked, he reported the incident of a large group of children walking in unison.
"He...he is actually serious?" Poona said in surprise.
Then, she asked about Vilia, "It seems that Rurik will take over the position of leader in advance without waiting for our big leader to grow old."
Vilia's narrowed eyes slowly opened: "I already know! Everything is changing, everything is fate. Bona, you don't have to worry about anything."
"Yes, I'm really not worried. It's Rurik. I can't understand his determination. Is he really a kind person?"
"Mercy?" Villa shook his head gently, and squeezed out a smile with his dry mouth, "What Otto can't do is that Rurik is already doing it. Be loyal to him and you will get meat. God!
This is the favor of God. We can now further confirm that he is a child blessed by Odin. Bona, you know what to do."
"Yes." Bona nodded slightly: "Great priest, we will definitely be loyal to such a great leader."
"Of course, keep making soap, you are getting rich. Look at you, Bona, you have started to dress yourself carefully."
Poona smiled shyly, quickly covered herself and sneaked to the blacksmith, where she melted the silver coins and made herself a ruby-encrusted ring.