On the night of the triumph, a large number of bonfires broke out in Rossburg. The victorious people and their families celebrated by grilling fish outdoors, and the air was filled with an attractive fragrance.
A man making a clanging sound ran past them, and many people recognized him as Rurik's servant.
Rumia, the sound came from the silver jewelry she was wearing. She kept running, almost walking through half of Roseburg, and finally appeared very unexpectedly alone in the blacksmith shop of Clavason, and met this old guy who was working all night.
"You? Rumia? Your master is here too?"
Clavarson threw the hammer aside for the moment and beckoned the girl into the shop.
He took the water ladle casually, scooped a ladle of water into the bucket, and handed it over: "Drink some water, girl."
Rumia didn't have any warning. She took the water gourd and drank a lot of it happily, and then said: "Blacksmith, my master asked me to bring you some words."
"Rurik didn't come? Did he really not come?!" Klavasen asked loudly.
"yes."
After hearing the girl's words, Klavasen looked at the already luxuriously dressed girl and couldn't help but shake his head in confusion. Then he asked: "Give Rurik a message? Just tell me."
"Okay, it's about..."
Rumia's Norse is getting better and better, and she has mastered almost all the words she needs in daily life, but she still stumbles a little when speaking.
She tried her best to explain to the blacksmith about the sudden glass production, especially the possibility of selling them all tomorrow.
She talked for a long time, and Klavasen stroked his beard, feeling quite happy inside.
Who doesn’t crave more money?
As of now, although Klavason has made a batch of glassware, the lead glass is said to be toxic, which makes Klavason himself resisted. The most important thing is that this product has a high price that Rurik insists on.
, its sales seem to be limited to wealthy businessmen.
Most of the richest people are doing business in the south, and only in the autumn will they go north to Roseburg.
Those who triumphed became rich, and Clavardson was fully aware of this fact.
Because not long after the ship docked, some victorious warriors came to him happily and announced that they had distributed the money and immediately paid off the credit for the swords. Some people also hurriedly came to the shop to see how the steel swords were being made.
Compared to glassware, steel swords are obviously the least marketable at the moment.
Klavasen looked down at the girl with the huge silver jewelry in front of him: "Tell your master, I already know. Selling glassware to those brave warriors who suddenly have money may be a good business."
Rumia said hurriedly: "The master said that I can only go back if I see you start working."
"Oh? Is he afraid that I'll have a rest tonight? I understand. Okay, I'll start now. First I need to prepare some materials."
Klavasen could feel that Rurik was particularly concerned about making money, which was understandable. He just wanted to serve this little ancestor. Klavason estimated that he was really busy tonight.
After all, making glassware is fundamentally different from forging steel.
Glassware, although it has the possibility of being weaponized, for now it is best to make beautiful containers.
It is indeed exquisite. Once it is processed from ordinary stone, it becomes priceless. Since it has already had experience in selling it successfully, the huge profits made are really astonishing to Klavasen.
Clavarson walked into the inner room, met his wife who was sewing leather gloves with an oil lamp on, then hugged a wooden box with both hands and moved it to the blacksmith shop with ventilation on both sides.
Considering the possibility of making large quantities of glass in the future, Klavasen prepared a lot of materials in advance. His precautionary move finally came in handy tonight.
Rumia has seen the glass making process, and she knows that several materials in the box can be completely changed when thrown into the furnace.
Klavasen deliberately showed these things: "Are you satisfied now? I will start production quickly."
"Okay, then I can go back."
Rumia was like a messenger. As soon as her nimble body turned around, a big hand grabbed her long golden braid hanging behind her head.
Just like pulling the reins of a horse, Rumia stopped instantly, feeling displeased. Considering that they were all noble Russians, she turned around and could only greet them with a smile.
"Blacksmith, do you want me to have any other job?"
Klavasen let go of his hand, looked at the girl's face and shook his head: "You just plan to go back alone? You actually came to me alone at night. Don't you know the danger?"
"Danger?" The girl's face was a little dull.
"Remember your identity, you are Rurik's servant. Be careful of those dim-headed people who take you home. When they are mad, they don't care whether you are Rurik's servant or not. If you are defiled, it will be harmed.
To your master's honor."
Upon hearing this, Rumia immediately covered her upper body with both arms. She was shocked and became afraid of walking at night.
She asked cautiously: "I am Rurik's servant, no one will do anything to me, right?"
"That's because you're stupid! Ah, a naive deer herder. Who can recognize your identity when it's dark?" Klavasen didn't mean to scare the girl, "Wait a moment, I'll escort you back."
.Don’t worry about anything. Since Rurik doesn’t plan to come to inform me of the news in person, I will go there in person.”
If Rumia, a servant woman, is afraid of the dark, is it possible that Rurik, who has such a noble status, is also afraid of the dark? For an eight-year-old boy, it seems that it is not shameful to be afraid of the dark.
Since the discussion was about making a lot of money, Klavason complained a little about Rurik not coming.
In fact, Rurik really couldn’t get away!
Cousin Arik has completely become a real brother, but even brothers have to settle accounts, right?
After Rurik gave Rumia the order, he also informed Arik about the "trade fair" tomorrow afternoon. Rurik knew that his cousin was the leader of those young warriors. If the news was given too early,
If you let it out, I'm afraid it will cause a lot of trouble when it comes to the "exhibition".
Furthermore, the glass was stored in Klavason's house. If anyone who got the message ran away early, Klawason would have suffered a huge loss if he sold it at a low price.
Regarding this matter, Rurik did not intend to let his cousin know too much. There was only one task assigned to his cousin, which was to take his own glass from the table and use it as a sample to show to those who were at the scene of distributing money.
Warrior, just lead them to the blacksmith shop.
Cousin Arik was already fast asleep, and everything seemed like it was more than a year ago.
Within a year, this fledgling young man had already made meritorious deeds on the battlefield.
Rurik admired this brave and fierce young man from the bottom of his heart, and was also worried about his future.
Now that Arik has returned, let him have a good rest. In the foreseeable future, Rurik believes that they will not engage in large-scale plunder.
Rurik himself also wanted to get into a "sleeping bag" made of animal skins and have a good rest. He was still waiting for Rumia to come back.
Rumia finally came back, but she didn't expect that blacksmith Clavarson was with her.
"Rurik, you actually let your servants run around, how could you do this!" Klavasen's loud voice startled Rurik.
He hurriedly took a look at his cousin who was squirming a few times, and then walked out of the house with his mother.
In fact, Klavasen has been thinking about a possibility in his heart. Rurik treated his servant Rumia too gently, and this tenderness has not changed for half a year. What does this say? Maybe ten years later, Rumia can still be
Became Rurik's wife.
This is the biggest reason why Klavason is polite and caring, at least to give the potential leader's wife a good impression of his family from the beginning.
Clavarson had no intention of criticizing his patron. He handed the servant back and started talking about the glassware.
He stayed outside and asked: "Rurik, are you serious? I made the glasses overnight. Are you sure you can sell them all tomorrow?"
"Why do you doubt it?" Rurik folded his arms, looking confident.
"Okay, let's go inside and talk?"
"No!" Rurik shook his neck, "You and I will discuss this matter. Let's find a secluded place to explain the matter clearly. I don't need a third person to eavesdrop."
"So hidden?" Klavasen shrugged.
Just like that, an old man who had been blacksmithing all his life followed a little boy and walked into the shadow of the wooden house where the moonlight could not reach.
There was no one around, except for the faint and sad hoot of owls and the sound of people laughing by the campfire further away.
Rurik said bluntly: "Klavason, now you have two choices. Either wait for the big businessman Gould to come back and sell all our things to him. Or we can sell everything to those in Triumph and get it from them."
Make money here. What’s your attitude?”
"Do you even need to ask?" Klavason stamped his foot fiercely and said decisively: "I want money! Those cups should be turned into silver coins immediately."
"Well, since you are here, we should talk about very real issues. As for the pricing of glassware, we must determine it now."
Klavason didn't think much about this matter. He said straightforwardly: "How about we just sell the two hundred silver coins to the merchant like we did a few days ago, and we will still be the same?"
"No! After all, they are our tribesmen, not outsiders. In fact, I have already thought about the price, and I just want to hear your opinion."
Rurik does use previous sales success as an important reference for new products.
The new buyers will all be genuine members of the Ross tribe, so of course you can’t be too strict when dealing with them. Giving your own members a membership price is a sales strategy that Liurik thinks will work. After all, discount sales have existed since ancient times!
Rurik set a "special clan price" for the existing glassware.
There are currently forty sets stored in Klavasen's home, which consist of a glass cup and a long-necked glass jug.
The "special price" of the suit was set at one hundred and fifty silver coins. Rurik set the price because he already knew from Arik how much each warrior would get.
Even so, Rurik conservatively estimated that at a price of one hundred and fifty cents, not many people might be willing to pay for it. It is simply too expensive!
So they need to be sold separately.
It is just a thick-walled and thick-bottomed lead glass cup that has been annealed after being pressed once. It is considered the simplest mass product. It sells for sixty silver coins.
The second is a long-necked glass pot that has been processed for a long time. After all, Klavasen creatively applied the craftsmanship of making bronze to glassware. You have to pay a craftsmanship fee anyway! Then it’s one hundred silver coins.
Since glassware is a rare thing, due to the human nature of comparison, Rurik estimates that no one will buy a set without hesitation. Most of the interested buyers buy a cup or pot as a symbol of their wealth.
That's it.
Rurik informed Klavasen of all these analyses.
The shadow covered the child's face. At this moment, Klavasen always felt that the God of Greed might still be living in Rurik's heart.
When it comes to greed, Klavason did not have the capital to be greedy before, but now he just wants to melt down silver coins and make himself a pile of silverware.
Klavason told the truth: "Actually, I still hope you set the price a little higher. In this way, people who are willing to buy will not be stingy with their money. The set we sold to the merchant is two hundred silver coins, which is two hundred silver coins."
Ten gold coins! Those people only cared about admiring the glass. When they handed over the gold, their eyes did not leave the glass. Rurik, do you lower the price because they are our tribe? I am yours too.
My people, I will make less money because of this."
"But those businessmen are not our tribesmen. Of course we have to give certain benefits to our tribesmen. You are also a tribesman, but you are also the maker of the glass."
"If you give them the benefit, I will lose a lot." Klavason spoke truthfully.
"Do you like more money? You can't calculate it like that, my uncle. I'm just worried that because the price is set too high, they will be cautious about buying, and they will just look at it and not buy at all. Our purpose is to take them into our hands
They can earn a lot of silver coins, and they must be willing to spend a huge sum of money.
Let’s talk about making money. Gould actually spent thirty gold coins on an ordinary glass bottle. Now we have a better one and sell it to our tribe at half price. Is there any problem with this?
Those warriors are my wealthy people, do you just think that I am giving them a favor?"
At this moment, Klavasen listened with interest, "What else is there to hide? Tell me."
In the darkness, Rurik let out a greedy laugh: "Tomorrow, when they come to the blacksmith shop to see all the glassware on display, I will tell them in public the price of selling it to foreign merchants and the price of selling it to tribesmen.
!I want them to understand that it is precisely because of their status as members of the Ross tribe that they can enjoy my discounts. That’s right!”
Rurik had an idea and asked hurriedly: "Klavasen, how many cups can you make the fastest tonight?"
"It depends on my material reserves. You know, I am a blacksmith, and I have very high requirements for my products. As you said, the glassware must be placed in the embers of the campfire, and only the embers slowly extinguished themselves
, such glass will not crack when hot water is poured into it.”
"Correct." Rurik confirmed.
"So, I can only make twenty. If something goes wrong, your reputation and mine will be damaged."
Rurik secretly admired the old guy's sense of quality. Moreover, Klavasen did not boast, he only said that he could make twenty of them quickly with all his strength. In addition, Rurik was very satisfied with what he had done before.
"Perhaps there are only sixty simple glasses? That's enough. Klavasen!" Rurik smiled confidently.
"You're pushing me to do more? Make more money?"
"No. Money must be earned, that is, our products...I have decided to provide only sixty cups tomorrow. Thank you so much for your hard work. Just make twenty cups of acceptable quality. No one is too much."
Production."
"Actually... I can work harder. If possible, you can ask Rumia to help me."
"No, Rumia still has to herd elk. Just listen to me and only produce twenty. Even if you have the ability, don't produce more. What do you think this is called? This is called limited sales! This is what we provide
There is a lot of goods, and there may be four hundred buyers! We tell them the quantity of the goods, and tell them that if they miss this opportunity, there will be no new goods for a long time, or even if the new goods arrive, they will be more expensive. I guess, this way
People who are hesitant will also rush to buy.”
In fact, Rurik also thought of hunger marketing in a daze. After all, the implementation of hunger marketing routines must ensure that there is still a large amount of ready goods in the warehouse. He can announce that there are not many goods left, and secretly poke a steady stream of goods from the warehouse.
Pick up the goods and use this method to trick buyers.
There really is no more goods here in Rurik now! If Klavasen were not asked to step up production, there would only be forty cups that could be sold.
Rurik was actually forced to "limit sales", so there was nothing to hide.
Like Klavasen, Rurik was eager to cash in the glass immediately. Not just because he, like everyone else, had an innate desire for wealth.
Yuririk also had to get more coins because of other expenditures. Using reasonable means to get the silver coins looted by the Triumphant into his own hands would eliminate even the slightest possibility of a financial crisis.
Sex. Rurik just wants to be stable, and then he can count the money to satisfy himself, and then spread the money to win over people.
It's "special price for tribesmen" and "limited sale". Rurik expressed these in Norse, that is, he kneaded several words together and invented two proper nouns.
Rurik, who was very good at mathematics, closed his eyes and did mental calculations in his mind, and estimated the maximum and minimum profits for Klavasen after all the sales.
Since the agreement was to share the profits equally, Clavarson was pleasantly surprised to learn that he was likely to get close to forty pounds of silver coins, that is, four thousand silver coins. Just because of the processing of river sand, white rock and lead deliberately made into bad coins.
, you can get the wealth equivalent to making seventy steel swords and a thousand iron constructions in the past.
Any objections? Bah!
In the previous transaction with the merchant, Klavason made fifty gold coins, and he almost fainted from laughter!
Now, greater wealth lies ahead.
He didn't have any objections, and assured Rurik that he would do everything as planned, and then happily ran wildly at night, just to get back to the blacksmith shop as soon as possible.
Klavason's excited figure was clearly seen by Niya. Soon her son came back to the house, and she had to ask: "What kind words did you say to him? Klavason is already old, and he is as happy as a child."
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Rurik, who was sitting on the leather cushion, stuck out his tongue to his mother and said, "Mom, we will soon be richer because of the glass. Just watch!"
"Oh? Then I want to see it."
Rurik then lay down on the deerskin and called to the servant with his side face: "I'm tired. Rumia, rub your legs for me. My calves are very sore."
Rumia had a few strands of gold hanging down her face, and there was no hint of displeasure on her relaxed face, as if her master needed to be taken care of like a biological brother.
She kept kneading Rurik's most sore calf, which made Rurik feel satisfied.
Rurik, who was lying on his stomach, didn't actually want to enjoy himself intentionally.
He is in the growth stage. The body of a Nordic man grows faster and requires more food. Rurik feels that the soreness in his calves may be due to calcium deficiency and other reasons. The soreness is a manifestation of the lack of nutrition in the body, especially
Children's calves are most prone to soreness after exercise. When it comes to exercise, Rurik and his more than 150 "buddies" do physical training every day.
Even though his food is much better now, Rurik is still not satisfied. Pasta! Meat! And vegetables! Now, the only fish that Rossburg can steadily supply is herring.
He actually fell asleep comfortably while Rumia was rubbing his legs. At this time, Rumia also stopped working.
She turned her head slightly and looked at the hostess.
Niya looked at her son's sleeping form, and then at the sleeping form of Arik who had returned safely, and smiled happily. Then she ordered: "You should sleep too, Rumia. Remember, you can graze well tomorrow morning."
"As you command." Rumia covered her little master Ryrik with a blanket.
She climbed to the wooden wall very wisely, lay down on her own bed, and covered herself with an animal skin blanket...