A contract worth one hundred pounds of silver was signed, but Rurik was not complacent because the general was richer.
Rurik was sure that what he did must have angered Bona.
So what? That Bona is just not lovable anyway.
If a leader can still be influenced by the decision of the tribe's high priest, how could things become like this?
At any time, priests should not have greater ambitions, they must obey the leader's decision.
What's more, when they begin to pursue greater interests, they lose their piety. Such people have become so depraved that they should not continue to serve as priests. In this case, what is the meaning of the existence of priests?
After what happened today, Rurik finally understood Bona. Call her ambitious, she really has her own high-level ideas. Call her stupid, she is really stupid.
In the future, who can serve as high priest during his reign? At least Bona personally is not qualified.
Rurik didn't want to think about such a long-term matter for the time being.
A very difficult thing was before me. The priests did not suspend the production of soap, but suspended it indefinitely.
It seems that now the only option is to start from scratch.
How about Parla?
This priestess who specializes in soap making was pushed out by Bona. Is she reliable?
Even if it was about soap, nothing about glass concerned him more now.
Rurik frequently went to Kravasin's blacksmith shop in the afternoons to supervise him in making new glassware to make money, and also watched him make steel swords.
He also estimated the date. According to usual practice, the fleet led by his father would return soon.
This year's situation must be special. They want to build a new Roseburg at the location of "St. Petersburg", and there is also the matter of a large number of tribal young people getting married. With many matters combined, their return may be close to the summer solstice?
Now, it is late May, and my father and the others still have no clear news.
The life of Roseburg residents has become more and more lively. In recent days, more and more small traders have rowed their boats from the south and entered the fjord of Roseburg to dock.
In fact, according to the normal port management system, when all foreign trade ships dock, the Ross tribe has the right to collect an entry tariff. This tax is not only a maintenance fee for the port, but also an important source of tax revenue for a country.
The Ross tribe is still a tribe, so no one thought that the tribe could charge a sum of money from outsiders. The so-called "tribe protects foreigners and asks for benefits." After a long-term tacit understanding, some businessmen are willing to put their wealth in the Ross tribe.
, so that under the protection of the powerful Russians, there is no need to worry about the wealth being plundered by the enemy.
After all, Rossburg is located in a fjord. This place is naturally easy to defend and difficult to attack, unlike the forest beside the great lake where the Melalen tribe lives. The rich people there must build some wooden walls to prevent sudden attacks by bandits.
In addition, the leader Otto is indeed a wise man. Under his governance, the Ross tribe rarely commits theft, and vicious crimes do not exist. Because once those thieves are caught, the result will be a death penalty. Otto inherited
Since the tradition of our ancestors, everyone supports such severe punishment.
On the issue of avoiding crime, Otto tried his best to restrain his own people and treated all the residents equally.
The Ross people follow the principle of an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, and only for theft and robbery in Rossburg, the criminals are punished with capital punishment.
Look at the port becoming more and more prosperous now. Every time Rurik sees it, he has the urge to renovate it and make it more like an excellent port.
But before that happens, the Ross tribe’s tribal civilization must take the lead in making changes.
For example, strengthen the power of the leader.
In the past, the clan leaders were not much more senior than ordinary people, and everyone did things through consultation. Including the priests, they were a small group of people who did not have much authority.
The tribe is indeed undergoing drastic social changes. Those with high physical fitness have more say in the tribe, and now they have completely changed the tribe's dividend system. This has caused a family to lose its main labor force, that is,
Unable to get a share of tribal wars and trade dividends.
"I must use my own power to change all this. I must become a true king and make the richest and poorest people obey my rule. First, I must use the power of capital to further win over people's hearts."
After signing the contract with those foreign merchants, in just five days, Klavasen successfully produced all the glassware needed by the merchants.
The merchants happily handed over the payment for the goods, and then they formed a small fleet, hired a small group of fishermen from the Ross tribe who wanted to make extra money, and rowed straight to the south.
Rurik proudly submitted an order for glassware worth up to one hundred pounds of silver coins to Klavasen.
Continue making? Of course!
Compared with the former, the workload of completing the new contract is obviously not very high, and the profit is really amazing.
This was actually an order from the priests. For a moment, Klawason was only in shock. After he learned the inside story, Klavason also had some worries about the future.
After all, money is money. Who would think that they have too much progress?
It took another four days for the glassware ordered by the priests to be completely ready.
In the Julian calendar, May 31st is also the last day of May in this calendar.
The weather today is not good, it is cloudy and rainy, and light rain is falling.
With such bad weather, the intricate roads in Roseburg became muddy, and the ships in the port were parked on the shore. On the hazy sea, there were only a few ships continuing to fish despite the rain. Under such circumstances, today's fish market was really
depression.
Such weather is just a small relaxation for Rurik.
Because those boys could eat at least two pounds of fish every day on a sunny day. With a large amount of protein intake and military training every morning, the stronger their bodies became, and the more violent their collision and fighting training became.
Only today, the training was completely cancelled, and the free fish arrangement was also canceled due to the temporary closure of the fish market. Most of the tribesmen were hiding in their homes to avoid the rain, gnawing on dried meat with nothing to do, and lighting indoor bonfires to dispel the coldness and humidity.
In the morning, Rurik looked at the silver coins he had piled in two wooden boxes, and he was satisfied.
"It's raining, and you still want to go out? Maybe you can wait a little longer." Mother Niya suggested.
"I have to go out, mother. That's a hundred pounds of silver coins. I have to go." After saying that, Rurik looked at Rumia and said, "You don't have to go to herd in rainy weather. You and I will go to the blacksmith's house first."
Come on. Follow me now."
Without an umbrella or a raincoat, Rumia held up a larger piece of thin sheepskin as a rain-proof material to cover herself and even her master.
Rurik clung to Rumia's body, and the two of them walked in the mud leaning on each other.
After a little trouble, the two of them successfully arrived at Klavasen.
Only in the blacksmith shop, the warmth from the continuously burning fire dispelled the coldness.
"I've been waiting for you for a while, my child. You are so determined! I was afraid that if I slipped, the precious glass would break."
Klavasen, who had been waiting for a long time, clearly expressed concern in his words.
Rurik shrugged: "It doesn't matter if it rains a little. Let's take the things and the money. I hope you and I will divide the money today."
"Then go ahead. Hey, more money."
Clavarson walked into the inner room and threw out a smooth gray-white leather bag.
"Rurik, I'll give you a leather coat to protect you from the rain."
"Raincoat?" Rurik stroked the leather in his hand: "Is it a sheepskin?"
"Two pieces of sheepskin sewn together, just to keep out the rain. It's enough for you and your servants," Clavarson added.
"Oh, thank you. What about you?"
"You don't need to worry about me. I will bring all the glassware, and you and Rumia don't need to take anything. It's just that when I get to the priest, I won't be able to enter in person. What happens after that is all up to you."
Rurik thought about it, and that was indeed the case. The longhouse of the priests was called a sacred place, and only senior members of the tribe and servants trusted by senior members were eligible to enter.
In everyone's opinion, the status of craftsmen is indeed not high-level.
The air suddenly became cold, and Klavason held a wooden box in his arms, with all the glassware neatly stacked inside. When Klavason arrived at the door of the priest's longhouse, he was already covered in water.
Next, Rurik and Rumia carried the wooden box reasonably and carried it into the longhouse.
Originally, the idle crowd would not enter the solemn longhouse of the priest. The arrival of the two people immediately attracted the attention of the people inside.
The idle priestesses who had already received the news swarmed over in an instant. They excluded the equally curious Bona, just to see the true appearance of the beautiful glassware.
Soon, the glassware for the ordinary priests was distributed.
Of course, Bona was dissatisfied with Rurik's money-stealing behavior, and even though many days had passed, she still could not let go of her dissatisfaction.
The dramatic thing is that when this wrinkled golden woman got her own glassware, her dissatisfaction immediately disappeared.
Finally, the small box buried at the bottom of the big box aroused Bona's strong interest.
"Rurik, what treasure is in your little box?" she asked.
"Of course it's a treasure given to the high priest." Rurik said proudly.
"Then...can you let me take a look first?"
"you?"
Rurik's eyes revealed suspicion.
Bona quickly said: "I just want to take a look."
"Okay." Rurik held the box with both hands and suddenly asked: "Grandma Vilia's condition should be much better today, right?"
"It should be better. I gave her some fish stew with onions to drink, and her condition has improved a lot."
"Is it you?" Rurik smiled contemptuously: "You still love her?"
"Of course."
Hearing this, Rurik guessed that Vilya had indeed been ill before. After all, he was an old man of an astonishing age, and it was very likely that he died of an illness. Rurik was afraid that Vilya would soon be able to support him.
The unstoppable body suddenly collapsed.
Rurik was also very relieved to learn that her mental state had improved. Even Rurik still didn't think that Bona really loved Grandma Vilia as he claimed. Maybe she only loved her from Vilia.
The priestly power that Leah could inherit.
Rurik opened the box, which immediately caused Bona to exclaim.
Just because the two pieces of glassware in this small box are so exquisite!
They are not lead glass, but potash-lime glass, with a little rust added experimentally, giving the entire glassware a light yellow-green color.
This situation gave Klavasen a great inspiration. If a ruby is added to the molten glass, will the entire glass become red or another color?
He found it very magical, and the act of throwing random ores into crucibles to melt them formed the so-called alchemy. It is precisely based on various smelting experiments that it is unreliable to expect to make gold through this method, but it can be
Make other weird things.
Since Klavasen had already learned about "atomic theory" from Rurik across the ages, after his horizons were opened, the old guy's thoughts became more active.
Adding strange things to the molten glass was his creative use.
Klavasen did not experience failure at all! Within a few days, he at least knew that when dark red rust and green patina were put in, the final glass would have different colors. He really wanted to put in a ruby to melt it, that is.
Can't bear to leave my baby.
Although the glassware was sold through Rurik's hands, the income was a magical huge profit. Klavasen still did not want to sacrifice his rubies for huge profits, or in other words, because of the huge profits from the glassware, he had the few natural rubies in his hand.
, the price I set for it before was really too low.
Natural gemstones must be priced higher!
Clavarson has mastered the basic principles of making colored glass, and he has even found the right coloring material, which makes glassware obviously have other buying points. He is also keenly aware that as long as the coloring is properly done, small pieces of glass
It can imitate gems.
Not only that, making more complex shapes for glassware is also a good way to make a lot of money.
After all, people who have money to buy glassware are either nouveau riche or wealthy. Big businessmen like Gould no longer care about the crazy prices of goods. He urgently needs the uniqueness and uniqueness of goods.
Beautiful, thus showing his noble status and wealth status.
After Rurik's description, and using his skill in making bronzes and his imagination, Klavasen made a glass pot with a long neck and a long mouth. A glass tube connected to the lower end of the pot, and this glass tube
Like a swan's neck, the last outlet is slightly bent.
There are also two seemingly ordinary drinking glasses, with glass ears installed by Klavasen. Due to their strong plasticity, some patterns are carved on the walls of the cups.
Klavasen began to use gravity more frequently. No, he made special tongs to clamp the middle part of the glass. It was so thick that it quickly deformed due to gravity. The sticky and hot bottom kept falling, and it was stunned.
A waist was formed. The falling viscous glass liquid came into contact with an iron plate that was polished very flat, thus forming a flat area.
Klavasen produced two of them in succession, and although they were obviously experimental in nature, he still achieved success.
These two "goblets" with thick legs and light yellow color are also gifts to the high priest.
The three special glasswares all have a light yellow color, and their soft and hard touch. When faced with his masterpiece, Clavarson couldn't help feeling that they looked like treasures carved from huge amber.