After receiving Rurik's order, Klavason returned home and immediately filled the stove with charcoal.
He had decided that he would not rest until twenty glasses were taken out and heat-treated.
The sound of forging in the blacksmith shop disappeared, replaced by the faint sound of wind.
Klavasen asked his sleeping wife to help him operate the air bag blower, while he paid attention to the molten material in the crucible.
The night did not disturb his work at all. After the pressed cups were plasticized, he used tongs to take them out of the molds and set them aside to dry. All twenty cups were completed, and even if there were still raw materials left, Klavasen would not
Continue making.
All the unburned charcoal blocks in the furnace were poured out at the door, and Klavasen added some more firewood. He made a smoldering charcoal fire and put all the newly made lead glass into it. The rest was just
While waiting, Klavasen sat outdoors with his elderly wife, talking about their son's marriage, the money they could earn in the future, and many more...
Roseburg seemed to have finally fallen into silence, but this was not the case.
The triumphant heroes were praised by their families, and because the penny-sharing meeting was tomorrow, many people were so excited that they couldn't sleep at all.
Those who couldn't sleep were the priests and Harold Johnson who counted the coins himself.
Every time the Sorong fleet returns, it takes time to prepare for the reasonable distribution of supplies, and inventorying the supplies is the top priority.
Harold Johnson's inner excitement overcame his sleepiness, and he was surprised by the large number of coins he counted.
"One hundred and thirty thousand silver coins, one thousand gold coins! So much money!" He knelt down directly in the long priest's house, surrounded by boxes piled with gold and silver, as well as another pile of worthless copper coins.
In fact, the so-called quiet night was very short-lived. When Klavasen pulled out the heat-treated glass from the burned ashes, Harold Zuosen really completed the counting of the spoils.
We are getting closer and closer to that "nightless night", that day is the summer solstice.
In Roseburg, the nights are getting shorter every day.
The fishermen who followed the sunrise rowed their boats to the sea shortly after the sun rose, and a few boats that fished at night also returned victoriously.
The people of Roseburg began a seemingly ordinary but actually exciting day.
After closing the stalls at the fish market in the morning, the young people who participated in the war flocked to the longhouse of the priests, waiting to receive their money.
Many of them forgot about their fatigue and stayed up all night, and the thought of holding on to the huge wealth kept them awake all night.
Their eyes were bloodshot, and the same was true of Harold Johnson after he finished counting.
The air outside was cool and fresh, and Harozolson, who had been looking for a rest for a long time, heard the noise outside. He walked out of the longhouse of the priests and wanted to take a deep breath, when he saw his subordinates arriving one after another.
He stretched out his hands like the leader Otto and said, "Brothers, don't make any noise at the priest's place. Keep quiet, and we will start sharing the money soon!"
When Harold Johnson said this, everyone became even more noisy.
After all, this guy is not the real leader, so why should you listen to his instructions carefully? It is the last word to receive money.
"After all, I'm not the leader." Harozolson shrugged, went back into the longhouse, and met Priest Bona who was just taking a nap.
"Priest, the money delivered to you is right there. There are two large boxes, 30,000 silver coins, a small amount of gold coins, and some gemstones and jewelry. I will distribute the remaining money immediately. Do you have any objections?"
How could Poona have any objections? She couldn't help but smile from ear to ear when she thought about the huge wealth.
She tried to calm down and said: "We are very satisfied with your gift. Next, we will distribute the trophies to the warriors. We should participate in this matter."
"This...maybe I don't need to trouble you."
"No." Poona waved her hands and objected, "The high priest is old, and I am now responsible for many rituals. I will assume the new position of high priest, and now I feel that we should personally distribute the money to every warrior.
In hand."
"Is it really necessary?" Harold Johnson asked in confusion.
"It is very necessary." Poona put her hands on her waist and said as if it was natural: "Don't forget who prayed for your victory. It is ours! For such a great victory, we also need to thank God for his grace."
Harold Johnson was right when he thought about it. He couldn't help but yawned to prove his fatigue, so he compromised with the priests and even told them how to distribute the coins.
Is it really necessary for the priests to distribute money?
Bah! It's just that Bona has never seen so much gold and silver. She can't wait to hold every silver coin in her hands. Even though the priests now have a public wealth of more than 30,000 silver coins.
What a huge wealth! Its ownership belongs to all the priests. Specifically, the right to use the wealth is in the hands of the high priest.
How many more years can Villa live? Bona thinks that the old man only has two or three years left to live, or even more pessimistically, he may die in the next winter.
By then, she, Bona, would officially take over, and a new era would begin.
Even though she hasn't succeeded yet, Bo Na's mentality has changed dramatically overnight.
Not only has her mentality changed, but the work of boiling oil that should have continued today has also been suspended. Why? The purpose of boiling oil and making soap is to make money. Now that the priest controls 30,000 silver coins, what is the point of working? Everyone just needs to be pampered and pampered.
It is enough to enjoy life and preside over ceremonies during festivals.
Bona can't wait to show her presence to the victorious warriors!
She called to the lower-level priests who had already obeyed her orders: "Let's go and help them carry the boxes. We will distribute the money to the warriors! In the name of Valhalla!"
Bona deliberately said some high-class words to highlight her identity, but this time, her self-confidence was so high that she actually took away the antlered helmet worthy of a real high priest.
In the chief priest's house, she held the antlered helmet that had been passed down for countless generations in her hands and muttered triumphantly: "Now, you finally belong to me. The high priest, Bona, is someone who even the leader must respect."
."
After muttering, she put the helmet on her head, as if she had replaced Vilia.
Seeing this, a lower-level priest who still had rationality and principles in his mind hurriedly walked over and said cautiously: "Bona, is it too early for you to act like this? Our high priest..."
"Is there a problem? It's just a little early! Parla, you can call me high priest now."
"No...it's too early." The young priestess Parla shook her head.
"Are you questioning me?"
"You..." Palla saw the threat in Pona's eyes. She was indeed very disgusted with Pona's transgression this morning. Considering that Pona's succession was certain, Palla had no choice but to lower her head and whisper in a low voice.
He called out: "Yes, high priest."
All the young priestesses were working together to carry the heavy money box, and Parla put her long golden braids on her head, like a beautiful patterned necklace.
This Parla is by no means a beautiful woman. She has a square chin and her muscle texture can be seen when she rolls up her sleeves. She is really a strong woman.
The long-term work of burning oil has made her develop very good arm muscles, and she can carry the money box easily.
She and her companions struggled to carry the box, but Bona was the only one wearing a deer-antler helmet and a huge deer-skin shawl, looking like a high priest.
Apparently, Bona is already playing a new role.
No, Bona opened the leather curtain of the priest's longhouse and faced the many assembled warriors with this posture.
The high priest actually appeared, and her image took on a completely new look!
Arik had actually arrived a long time ago. He mingled with his brothers who had experienced the battle, and everyone gathered here to have a good time.
There was a small linen bag hidden in the leather jacket that Arik was wearing. Stuffed inside was the glass given to him by his younger brother. If he really got this treasure from his younger brother for free, Arik still felt a little guilty.
This time at the venue where the spoils of war were distributed, Arik's main purpose was to receive at least twenty pounds of silver for himself, and for this purpose he brought four linen sacks to contain the coins.
Secondly, it is to display the glass in public to help my brother do some publicity.
He was expecting to receive the money very quickly, but he really didn't expect that the high priest had changed.
Arik left the speechless crowd and asked first: "You are Bona! Why do you wear the high priest's antlered helmet? Is our high priest already...dead?"
"No! Watch your tone, young man! The high priest is still resting, so I will take care of today's affairs." As she spoke, Poona revealed with great confidence and continued to face her fellow tribesmen with her chin down.
She acted in a completely ritualistic manner, stretching her arms vigorously, and her whole body was bathed in the golden sunshine of the morning.
She just wants to have a holy posture and wear the ancestral antlered helmet that everyone considers sacred. Although there is no real successor, she is officially performing the work of the high priest!
Arik shook his head: "No! Since you are not the high priest, please take off your helmet."
"Is this necessary?" Bona still stretched out her chin, her eyes aimed at Arik, and this gesture clearly showed contempt.
"No! You're not qualified yet!" Arik gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and walked over quickly.
As Arik, who has made great achievements, he is now full of self-confidence! He boasts that he has a greater responsibility because of this, which is to help his uncle, who is like a biological father, and his cute and accomplished cousin, to maintain the tribal governance.
There is some order.
He stepped forward and aggressively tried to take off Niya's helmet, but Harold Zuosen stopped him from doing so.
"Uncle? Why? Stop me!"
"Calm down! Young man." Harold Johnson said harshly.
"But, she is not the high priest!"
"She will be the high priest sooner or later. I know what you are struggling with. Is it necessary? Haro Zuosen continues to be harsh."
"Of course it's necessary." Arik did his part and still wanted to take off Bona's helmet.
Bona was also startled by the young man's impulsiveness. Then she saw that the young man was still holding the hilt of the sword and subconsciously took three steps back.
At this scene, Parla, who was still carrying the box behind her, looked at An Shuang, and she snickered secretly.
Harold Johnson only hoped that the money would be divided as soon as possible, so that he could take his own wealth and go home to have a good rest under the care of the two maids.
He continued to grab Arik's arm, pulled him to his side, and warned sternly: "Don't be impulsive, young man! They are Odin's servants, you must respect them. Listen, today they are responsible for distributing money, you just need to
Just get the money."
"But Villa is not dead." Arik continued to emphasize.
"That old man's life is about to end. Have you forgotten that her body was like a dead branch during the Spring Festival? The high priest now has to rest hard every day. Although she may be in her sleep, her soul is summoned by Valhalla.
"
"The high priest is really about to die?" Arik asked in shock.
"You think? Be more polite to Bona now."
"Actually, my request is very simple." Arik said, "As long as she takes off her helmet, everything can be said easily."
"No, I'm afraid she won't do this. Don't do anything drastic again. Note, this is the door to the chief priest's house!"
Arik naturally had a sense of awe for the gods. He shook his head and stopped talking nonsense, and his arms relaxed.
Arik did not apologize or express anything. He retreated, hoping that his uncle would resolve these matters when he returned.
The antlered helmet was originally a symbol of priestly authority, but now it was even more different! Because the high priest had the right to control the public property of the priests. In the past, those so-called properties were daily necessities that could be consumed quickly, but now it is very different.
More than 30,000 silver coins! Bona loves money, but now she just wants to take it as her own immediately. If she serves as the high priest now, the wealth will naturally fall into her hands.
The antler helmet has become a proof of the owner of huge wealth!
I don’t know what Harold Johnson said to Arik. Bona was glad that Arik returned to the team. Maybe that brat has accepted the reality?
The heavy box was finally placed on the ground, and Bona replaced Harold Johnson and continued to walk towards the crowd with open arms.
She suddenly stopped and announced in front of everyone the wealth that everyone could share.
"The war chief, Haro Zuosen, received two thousand silver coins. The second war chief, Arik." At this point, Bona knocked inadvertently, "There are also two thousand silver coins. Everyone else who participated in the operation died alive.
They are all two hundred and twenty silver coins..."
The distribution method of silver coins, gold coins and copper coins has actually been discussed by everyone long ago, so Poona's actions may be a bit unnecessary.
Precisely because he had made plans long ago, including commanding battles and performing meritorious deeds, Arik received ten times the wealth of others. This is also recognized by everyone. Because everyone worships heroes and supports heroes to get more treasures.
Everyone can tell who was involved in the operation. Furthermore, the white cloth strips tied to their arms during the night raid are also in use now. The families of those who died also received the cloth strips and learned that
The bodies of relatives who died in the war were taken to an island for burial. The deceased did not return to the cemetery in Rossburg, and the Tombstone Island will become another stronghold of the Ross people, which makes the families of the war dead very happy.
Bona is going to go too far!
Although the antlered helmet was heavy, she didn't mind it at all.
A weighing wooden scale was taken out. The priests usually used it to weigh the priests' tributes. Now it was perfect to use it to weigh the coins.
The young priestess quickly made a platform with stones and wooden boards on the flat ground, and the wooden scale was placed on it.
In fact, the so-called two thousand silver coins are actually the so-called "twenty pounds of silver." After all, the silver coins in this time and space are not perfectly regular circles, so when using them, it is the last word to weigh them. They are only used in small amounts.
At that time, the businessman looked at its appearance and made a conclusion about its quality, and then re-estimated its value.
Bona continued to look at the crowd and shouted at the people who saw the large amount of coins to stay calm. She also called on the onlookers to shut up: "Now you are ready, you'd better line up for me! Whoever gets the money immediately
Go aside and don't try to collect it again."
As she said that, Pona pointed her finger at the sun in the sky: "Be careful, your actions are all watched by the gods of Valhalla. Any wrong move will cause your soul to be abandoned by Odin. Remember! No.
You can deceive the priests. You are not allowed to deceive the gods!"
In fact, Bona was afraid of people pretending to be the leader. Today she put on the antlered helmet presumptuously, which really made her feel guilty. If there were still cases of fake claims, it would be a mess.
In the past, because of the prestige and charisma of Villa and Otto, when the spoils were distributed, no one claimed them falsely or repeatedly.
Bo Na had to emphasize it, and she was also trying to cheer herself up.
In full view of everyone, she placed a carved stone weighing two pounds on a bronze tray suspended from a wooden balance.
It has to be said that the weight measuring tools of the Russians were all introduced from ancient Greece along with the ancient trade lines.
She measured the total of twenty pounds of silver coins ten times, and counted an additional ten gold coins. This was the spoils of war that belonged to the combat commander!
Not surprisingly, Harold Johnson became one of the coin recipients.