Chapter 158 Just use it to arouse the possessiveness of the triumphant and loot their wealth
Regarding the distribution of spoils of war, Harold Johnson, who served as the war leader, had the absolute say.
In order to avoid confusion, Harozolson ordered his followers to move all the boxes containing money to the sacred longhouse of the priests. After all, 30% of the wealth inside was to be paid tribute to the priests. This was not only done in accordance with the regulations, but also as a tribute to the priests.
We thanked them for "praying and offering sacrifices before setting off for the expedition".
The vast majority of warriors are superstitious, and they are willing to believe that their victory largely comes from the favor of God. Various signs indicate that the Ross tribe has turned around, and it seems that all changes have come from the birth of the leader's son Rurik. The warriors need
Give a batch of tribute to the priest, and thank Odin of Asgard through the priest.
Furthermore, for the time being, the priests are responsible for taking care of the wealth, and everyone is very relieved.
The spoils of war also included captured weapons, tools, and even uneaten captured grain, most of which were placed with the priests.
There is only one kind of trophy that can be taken home directly. That is all the prisoners.
Some adult women were abandoned on Tombstone Island. Although they had not gone through the wedding ceremony of the Russians, those who were determined to run the Tombstone Island stronghold had already lived as husband and wife with these women.
Only a few adult women and almost all girls were transported to Roseburg, where they immediately began a new life as servants.
Just servants? No! Some families with servants immediately made small calculations.
In any case, it is still difficult for any family to find a wife for their still young son in the future. So, after many years, it is completely reasonable for a servant to develop into his son's wife.
Ever since, Kanuf, who was going to the beach to find his father, was suddenly pleasantly surprised that he had two maids who were slightly younger than him.
Kanuf, his character determines that he will not be a particularly strong person. After he failed in the competition, he was particularly willing to be Rurik's follower and willing to learn from Rurik.
Kanuf is happy that he has two maids. Only in this regard, he is temporarily a little more advanced than his "eldest brother" Rurik. Since Rurik has a good attitude towards his maid Rumia, he is also willing to take the initiative to work with her.
Two of his own maids make friends.
But what Harold Zuosen told his son Kanuf was very straightforward: "Take good care of your two servants, Kanuf. In ten years, they will be your wives. Remember, your woman must be given to me before I die of old age."
Give birth to at least two grandchildren!"
Yes, Harold Johnson just wanted more offspring.
Regarding this matter, the most angry person was his elderly wife. It was entirely because her husband actually brought two young women back with him, and they were not as simple as servants at all!
Kanuf himself had no time to care about the adults' affairs. He took out his knife and cut the ropes of the two sisters who had become his servants, and then told them: "From now on, you will live a good life with me. I will treat you well, and you will also listen to me."
The two girls nodded weakly, their nervous hearts calming down a little.
Otherwise, what else can we do? We can only accept our fate.
A large amount of coins were carried into the chief priest's house, so much money that even the old Vilia's aging spirit was cheered up.
Vilia was leaning on a cane and her eyes were shining when she saw the silver and gold coins in all the open boxes.
As for the other priestesses, they were just trembling with excitement.
Harozolson and Arik first took the main trophies to the priest's longhouse to report their duties. After all, they had made great achievements. They held their chests high and looked completely heroic.
"Great priest, look, this is our loot. All the boxes are full of coins."
Villa staggered and followed behind Harozolson. Hearing his serious introduction, she felt excited and moved.
"High Priest." Haro Zuosen stopped, "According to our agreement, another 30% of the wealth belongs to the priest. Therefore, 30,000 silver coins will be placed with you."
"so much?!"
"Exactly. At least your wealth, I will send people to distribute it immediately. As for the rest of the money, you will keep it until we distribute it uniformly."
"I understand." Wei Liya nodded, "Then you start."
Harozolson was quite young and had quite good mathematical skills. He insisted on staying in the longhouse of the priests to count all kinds of coins, so he asked Arik to go back and have a good sleep.
"Aric, go back!"
"Hmm? Maybe I should help you."
"No need. You can go back to your own home to rest now, or go to the leader's home. Remember, when the sun rises tomorrow, you must summon all the young people involved in the operation to the longhouse of the priests. We must do it tomorrow.
Spread the money cleanly."
"All right."
Arik trusted this uncle very much, especially his actions throughout the operation, which were even more admirable.
Of course, Arik would not immediately find himself in a deserted house.
He went straight to the leader's residence to visit his aunt, cousin, and the so-called treasure.
After a while, the young man came back.
There were many oil lamps lit in the large long house. After all, he had become rich, and Rurik was too lazy to continue saving the oil for the lamps as before.
"Brother! You are finally back. Come here quickly!" Rurik, who was sitting at the low table, greeted him warmly.
Aric came over happily and was about to sit on the leather cushion, but he saw his brother's maid sitting at the master's table instead of sitting there?!
Huh? Does Rurik like his maid that much?
Arik felt a little uncomfortable, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by the things placed on the low table.
It's not jerky, but something crystal clear and beautiful.
"You're back, I thought you couldn't wait to distribute the spoils." Niya looked exactly like Arik's mother, holding a wooden bowl full of meat slices and placing it on the table. "Maybe you haven't yet.
Eat, eat some meat now. Wait a moment, the wheat porridge is almost ready."
"Okay mom."
With a sword hanging from his waist, Alik sat next to Rurik very naturally.
Because he lived like this for many years before he came of age.
He inadvertently reminded Rurik: "My brother, maybe you shouldn't let your servant sit here, even if you like her."
"It doesn't matter." Rurik shrugged.
"Oh? You are so kind."
After all, it was Rurik's servant, and it was the master's business how to use the servant. Arik grabbed a few pieces of cooked whale meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and then curiously picked up the crystal clear glass.
"Brother, the good thing you are talking about can't be this, right? It's a crystal cup filled with water?! Huh? Did you get a piece of crystal material and chisel it into a cup after we set off?"
Arik's question was really unexpected.
Rurik gently lifted his chin: "Pure crystal? No. My brother, you are probably wrong."
After saying that, Rurik stood up and brought all three crystal cups at home to the low table, including a cup filled with refined light yellow whale oil.
Aric was shocked when he saw this.
"Brother! Where did you get so many treasures? As your brother, I know that there are many treasures in this world, including gold cups inlaid with gems and crystal cups carved from crystal. Each one is expensive. Brother, you
Now it’s really incredible. You are actually willing to spend a lot of money to buy these things?”
"I" Rurik's mind was a little confused. He paused for a moment and simply followed Arik's miscalculation. "Brother, guess what the value of this cup is?"
"Value? Fifty gold coins? No, it shouldn't be that expensive. Even if there are not fifty, there must be forty." When Arik speculated, suddenly, he thought that this matter itself was also
It was incredible. Because Arick had never heard of anyone else owning a crystal cup except Gould, the richest visiting businessman.
"No. Rurik, it's not the time for us to leave. There are businessmen from the south coming to our territory to sell luxury goods?"
"How can there be such a person?" Rurik smiled and shook his head.
"Ah? You can't dig the ground with a wooden shovel like an onion, dig out the best crystal material from the ground and ask someone to carve it."
Niya, who had been listening for a long time, simply laughed and continued: "Silly boy, that is your brother's latest creation! Don't forget that he is a child blessed by Odin. When he is sleeping, God is
If not, he will be given new abilities in his dreams."
Niya had no way of understanding why her son had so many magical skills. She could only keep convincing herself that this was a blessing from God. The more she thought about it, the more she believed it, and she quietly went to the stone boat altar and sacrificed a fish.
Thank God.
Arik heard this in disbelief. He continued to fiddle with the crystal cup, stroking the delicate surface of the cup with his rough hands, and deliberately tapping it with his fingers to feel its stone-like texture. But he was keenly aware that this cup was anything but.
Ordinary stone.
Arik placed it carefully. After all, he knew that this object was very similar to the legendary crystal cup. Although the object was beautiful, it was easily broken if it fell to the ground. He did not want to damage his brother's treasure due to his negligence.
"Brother, did you really make it? Just like making soap. And its value must be at least a hundred times that of soap."
"Oh, it's not that exaggerated." Rurik proudly straightened his childlike back: "Brother, the cup you see now is worth as much as two steel swords. About twelve gold coins are enough.
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"Even so, it's a huge value."
"It is indeed very valuable." Rurik said: "I named it b. I thought that a rich man needs such a treasure to prove his identity."
"That's true." Arik subconsciously touched his necklace with a batch of new amber strung on it. "In comparison, my necklaces are no longer precious."
Looking at the transparent cup on the table, an impulse arises to take it for myself.
Of course Rurik saw the change in his cousin's eyes. Those trembling eyes fully illustrated the word greed.
"Brother, do you want one?"
"Send it to me?"
"Yes." Rurik looked into Arik's eyes without changing his expression.
"Is this really okay?"
"Of course, you are my family. Of course, good things should be shared between us brothers."
"Then I'll take it." Arik was not polite at all. He just took one and tried to put it into his leather jacket.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Your brother has already given it to you, and the cup will not disappear." Niya came over carrying a small pottery jar and criticized Arik's rudeness.
"Ah, Mom, I was too anxious." After that, he put the desk back on his desk.
Niya rolled her eyes at Arik, put the jar on the table, and ordered: "Rumia, serve food to your masters."
Perhaps it was only at this time that Rumia's identity as a servant began to be revealed.
However, Rurik did not show a particularly strong love for the so-called B cup, which puzzled Arik.
Looking at the cup, Arik was already imagining taking it back to his home to please his wife.
After eating dried meat and sticky wheat porridge, Arik still asked many things about the cup.
Especially a crucial point!
Arik asked: "Brother, since you figured out how to make the cup, can you make more? If so, can you give me some more?"
"Hey, you want it."
"I'm your brother."
Rurik deliberately pouted, criticizing his brother's greed in his heart. "You can do it if you want, I have a way to continue, but you have to give me money. We are brothers, I can give you a preferential price."
"Huh? I'm your brother, so you really can't give me gifts anymore?"
"No." Rurik shook his head, "If you let dad know, he will definitely be angry."
Hearing this, Arik immediately restrained his greed. If the big leader knew about it, his moral character would be questioned.
"Okay," Arik sighed slightly, "I will spend money to buy it. Now that I am rich, it is time to fill my shabby home with some treasures."
Rurik nodded in time, he was very happy that his brother could talk to this point.
Then he deliberately continued: "Yes, as long as I am willing to spend money, I will be motivated to do it. There is no free banquet in this world. Many people have become rich. Do they have the same idea as you? Use money to buy it.
Some treasures?”
"There should be some." Arik pinched his chin and said, "But how do you get more cups to sell to them? Besides, your selling price is too high! That's more than a hundred silver coins! I don't have enough financial resources.
It’s no problem, as for them.”
"What are their financial resources?" This is the key question, Rurik asked immediately.
"About each person received more than 200 silver coins and a small amount of gold coins."
"Oh, they have so much money? Brother, how much do you think you robbed in total? I want to know an accurate figure."
"This? If you count it now, I estimate it is equivalent to 150,000 silver coins." Arik guessed.
"I understand." Rurik lowered his head, looking dazed.
In fact, Rurik was thinking about how to earn the money within a short period of time. He felt that it was completely possible in theory.
Rurik thought for a while and said, "Brother, to be honest with you, I have some ready goods. Originally, I planned to wait until Gould came back to sell them to him. Since you have all become rich, it is better to sell them in the end."
It is better to sell it to the people of the Melalen tribe than to sell it to our people."
"In stock? How many do you have?"
"Well. There are forty cups alone, and there is also a kind of pot that can hold wine. They are as beautiful as crystal. Brother, I can give you some more, but you have to gather the rich people together.
, I want to do a trade show.”
"Are you serious?" Arik, who already understood the situation, asked cautiously.
"Absolutely true."
A kind of comfort bathed in the spring light quickly affected Arik. Since you can get a gift by doing something trivial for your brother, why not do it?
"Then let's do it tomorrow afternoon. We will divide the money in the morning, and you have to prepare all the treasures. After we have divided the money, we will go directly to the place you have arranged. Those who are willing to buy the cup will naturally pay for it.
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"Okay!" Rurik nodded deeply.
Since my cousin not only loves the glass, he even shows a rare greedy look! Although the price is higher, how reasonable is it to use this object to "loot" the spoils of these victorious heroes?
Because of this sudden good thing, Rurik called the servant outside after dinner and on the pretext of going to the toilet.
He whispered the details of Rumia's matter, and finally said: "Tell Klavason these things, tell him all the details, and then tell him my attitude. You must watch him start making new glassware, and then come back."
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Rumia fully understood that her master was going to do something big to make money, so she ran and her figure quickly disappeared into the bonfires, songs and laughter of Fort Ross after nightfall.