Arik and his guys walked some distance, and soon they were carrying these specially processed leathers, or "quilts".
Rurik, the son of the leader, used the money he earned to build a new batch of housing, and everyone in the tribe knew about this.
After returning, Arik had already gone to the dormitory prepared by his brother for the servants many times. Of course, he also subconsciously felt that living on a wooden platform had a strange feeling like cutting fish on a chopping board.
As for other people carrying quilts, it was their first time to participate. It cannot be said that it was an eye-opener. They could really feel the difference from previous accommodations.
"Just put your things here." Rurik told the tribesmen with a slightly commanding tone. He especially told his brother: "Brother, spread a quilt flatly on the platform."
"Okay." Arik finished quickly, "Then what?"
"Put on the second piece."
"All right."
Arik originally thought that he could lay it out casually, but Rurik asked him to lay it out like a bag. With just one move, everyone could tell that it was a sleeping shack placed on a wooden platform.
"That's it? Are you satisfied?" Arik asked.
"very nice."
After that, Rurik shook his neck and ordered: "Rumia, take off your boots and climb into this bag for me."
"Yes..." The girl hesitated.
She quickly kicked off her slightly rough leather boots, sat sideways on the so-called real bed, and got under the quilt in full view of everyone.
Suddenly, a floating feeling spread throughout my body.
"What do you think?" Rurik asked.
At this moment, Rumia had a smile on her face: "It's very comfortable. It's really flat underneath me. I can actually lie down relaxedly, and it feels like lying on flat grass. No! It's so warm!"
"Of course, you are wrapped in leather and linen. Come down now."
The formal bed was indeed a new experience for Rumia. She lay down with some reluctance and put on her shoes again.
Rurik looked up at his brother proudly: "Look, my servants don't lie. I will have many servants in the future, and they will live here."
Arik suddenly interrupted his brother: "Comfortable? How can it be so comfortable?"
"Oh? How about you try?"
"I couldn't ask for more."
Having said that, Arik also took off his boots and got under the quilt. It has to be said that Rurik deliberately purchased leather with a larger surface area, which can cover a larger area. Arik also experienced the relaxing feeling of lying flat.
It's completely different from sleeping on the ground in a sleeping pit.
"Ah! It's so comfortable and warm."
Arik is still the "Second War Chief". Before the big leader Otto announced the cancellation of this temporary position, Arik was still the "military general" of the tribe, so he naturally has appeal.
Seeing the heroic Arik's high praise, the men carrying quilts simply tried it one after another.
The quilts were all prepared for the servants. Rurik saw that his tribesmen were trying to wrap themselves in cups and lie down on the wooden beds. He wished that his tribesmen would do this.
With his first attempt at happiness, Arik suddenly realized something. Sleeping on a wooden platform is like fish on a chopping board?
Phew! It’s obviously a very comfortable experience.
The sun gradually sets in the west, and the soft afternoon light shines through the wooden windows of the servants' quarters, giving the people inside a drowsy feeling.
The hunger in Arik's stomach forced him to suspend his current comfortable experience. He sat on the bed completely instinctively and looked at his brother: "Rurik, I am really yours! Do you have more ways to enjoy it?"
"How do you enjoy it? There are many more." Rurik pinched his chin lightly: "How do you feel?"
"It's very comfortable. I already know what to do. I want to ask a carpenter to make two flat wooden tables. Rurik, you can give me at least four quilts like this. I know you have made many custom orders from those women. You should
acceptable."
"You are really my good brother." Rurik pouted his mouth, making a deliberately displeased expression.
Rurik was not angry. He originally hoped that the people would give up the so-called traditional custom of sleeping on the ground and enter the good era of all people sleeping on wooden beds as soon as possible. This requires some role models who are worthy of everyone's trust, and Arik may be a competent one.
example.
"You're angry?"
"No, I didn't. It's perfectly fine to give you four, but you have to tell me why you want so many?"
"My stupid brother!" Arick, who was sitting on the bed, smiled and stretched out his right hand, his fingers gently touching his brother's forehead: "My uncle and your sister (actually sister-in-law) are coming back soon. You know
Yes, I feel great! I will sleep on a wooden bed from now on. I finally know why my Peravina said sleeping on a wooden bed is particularly comfortable. Ah! It is really comfortable. Those Novgorod people still
It’s quite enjoyable.”
"So, what are you going to do?" Aric asked.
"I'm going to find a carpenter right now. Brother, you give too many gifts to your servants, but don't forget your own home. Your mother should also enjoy it."
"How could I forget?" Rurik pointed with his little hand: "Don't forget, what is being built there is my new home. I hope the new house will be completed when dad comes back."
Arik nodded deeply: "Even this year, my uncle's return is destined to be much later. Ah! I will also be a father soon. Everything is wonderful."
Arik led his men away from here, and Rurik ordered those who helped look after the house to keep a close eye on all the new quilts.
The two brothers went home together. This night, they still made a bed on the floor, but they also wrapped themselves in new quilts and fell asleep.
Early in the morning, life goes on as usual.
Before his uncle, his wife, and other clan members came back, Arik took his former home and lived with his aunt and cousin.
After Arik woke up, he couldn't wait to find some skilled shipbuilders in the tribe.
Craftsmen are easy to find because their homes are always located near the sea.
Due to the influx of large amounts of currency into Fort Ross, the tribe's shipbuilding industry was also strongly stimulated.
Young people who have enjoyed the dividends of the war, holding on to their money, can finally realize their childhood dream of owning their own ship.
There was a constant buzzing sound in those shipyards, a large amount of wood was transported to the beach, and some areas turned into open-air shipyards.
They are willing to pay thirty to sixty silver coins to order a small fishing boat of their own. With their own boat, even if they do not participate in war operations in the future, they can still operate their own boat for fishing at sea and settle down.
Even this small boat became the coffin at the end of his life.
The shipbuilding industry began to prosper, and what was even more prosperous was that every day, small boats from foreign merchants, either alone or in a fleet of three or five, arrived at Roseburg carrying a variety of goods.
dumping.
Because businessmen are also following a myth about wealth, that is, the Russians suddenly became rich, and as long as they brought useful things over, they could make high profits.
Arik found the boatbuilder early in the morning, paid a small sum of money, and asked the boatbuilder to piece together a wooden platform. He tried his best to make gestures and supervised at all times, and in the afternoon, the two wooden beds were completed.
He pinched his chin and tasted his wooden bed, and used his imagination to put it together to form a large bed so that he and his wife could sleep on it.
You don't need a high-end bedding, just a simple animal skin laying will definitely provide you with a flat and warm experience.
Take a look at the open space under the wooden bed, where you can naturally store things.
He called to his men who fought bloody battles and carried the wooden bed back to his temporarily deserted home.
"Great. That's it." Arik looked at his wooden bed with a confident face. When the two were put together, it looked so huge.
"Brother, do you and your wife sleep up here?" a waiter asked curiously.
"Yes, Ezov, I advise you to follow my example. Don't sleep on the floor again!"
"If you don't want to sleep on the ground, why don't you sleep on the wooden board?"
"Yes." Arik's eyes were full of hope: "In the future, our big leader will sleep on the wooden board, and so will the big leader's children. The leader will set an example, and we must all obey the leader's request."
"Oh, since it's what the leader likes, of course we have to obey." One person said this, and the others nodded one after another.
In an instant, Arik had ten people. These ten young tribesmen immediately ran to the beach to find the shipbuilders at work. They took the money they had prepared, eager to get their own wooden beds as soon as possible.
Things were destined to go beyond Rurik's imagination. As the news spread, it gradually turned out that the leader Otto ordered the tribesmen to sleep on wooden boards supported by four wooden stakes.
For now, Rurik is not concerned about whether the tribe's "wooden bed revolution" can really be successfully completed in a short time.
It’s still this day.
In the afternoon, Rurik had eaten all the fish and meat, and was not worthy enough to play around with his young subordinates.
He went straight to the chief priest's house alone, and after many days, he found the priestess Parla who had been completely reduced to doing nothing.
In fact, most of the priestesses became indulgent in pleasure because of the huge sum of money. They ate barbecue and drank ale from their own glasses.
As for the priests who were approaching the summer solstice, they were all looking at the face of "High Priest" Bona.
But for the sacrifice, just go through the formalities as usual.
The chief priest's house is a forbidden area for most tribesmen. In fact, if one breaks into the chief priest's house, there will be no one to block them. The priests made up a curse that "if you break in, you will be punished by God", it really scares the tribesmen away.
.
But what about the interior of the chief priest's house now? The situation has really become a bit rotten.
Rurik pushed open the leather curtain and entered the hall of the priest's longhouse.
In the past, this place must have been a scene where a group of priestesses were boiling oil.
Because the ventilation system has always been poor, the interior of the longhouse is always filled with the smell of burnt fat and even the smoky smell of charcoal fires.
The priestess who boiled the oil disappeared, and the hall became deserted. However, the intoxicating aroma filled the air, and Rurik immediately realized that someone must be drinking from a large bowl!
"Where are you? Poona? Where are you? Are you drinking?"
Rurik's call did not summon Pona, but succeeded in summoning Parla, who was very clear-headed.
Specifically, the priestess who was about to be taken away by him walked out of the priests' living room, looking a little apologetic.
"Rurik, don't call Bona." She said as she walked.
Rurik then came up to him: "What's wrong? Is it possible that the woman is drunk?"
Parla shrugged: "You are really right."
"Come on, show me."
The so-called living room of the priestess is just a larger compartment. Even the priests follow the tradition of laying beds on the floor, but their sleeping quarters are arranged quite neatly.
The closer you get to this compartment, the more the aroma of wine overflows.
Eight oil lamps were lit on the dark wooden wall of the compartment, and under the lights were a group of rotten people. They were lying crookedly, and there was some liquid in the glass next to them, which was undoubtedly wine.
The source of corruption lies in a pottery jar in the center of the room. Through the smell, Rurik realized that it was a jar of wine.
He walked over and pulled out the big wooden stopper on the pottery urn with both hands. This move shocked Parla.
"Rurik, do you want to drink?"
"What? I can't?" Rurik turned around and asked.
"It's not impossible. It's just this wine, it...it's different."
Parla's expression was cautious. The more this happened, the more Rurik wanted to try it.
He asked: "Is there anything strange in the wine? It doesn't look like you drank it."
"I don't dare to drink this kind of wine. I always feel like eating onions is spicy. Oh, it's really strange." Parla kept shaking his head to show his displeasure.
"Is it still strong alcohol?"
Rurik looked at the sleepy priestesses lying in their sleeping coves, and then he put his arm into the pottery urn. Parla wouldn't say anything anyway.
Rurik rolled up his sleeves and mixed his little hands in the urn. He took out his arm and stuck out his tongue to lick it carefully.
Suddenly, a spicy feeling hit the tip of my tongue.
It was so incredibly exciting that Rurik exclaimed: "Is it strong alcohol? Parla, where did you get this?"
"They are those foreign businessmen. Look at them. Yesterday they started drinking, and now they are like this."
"Are you hungover? You are really...it will be the summer solstice ceremony soon, and the priests are actually like this."
Rurik was speechless, but what could be done?
He licked his fingers again, tasting the spiciness, and then decided that his judgment of "strong liquor" was too arbitrary.
The alcohol content in the pottery vat is definitely high, probably at the level of 13° for ordinary dry red wine, which is far from the blended vodka and Erguotou.
He estimated that this was the highest ability of the allies in the south to make wine. Such a concentration would be enough to turn anyone who drank too much into a puddle of mud.
Perhaps for the priests, they especially like this dazed feeling, as if the spiritual power has left the body and becomes ecstatic.
Rurik put the cork on again, shook his hand vigorously, and muttered casually: "Just drink! Drink as hard as you can, or you will die of alcohol poisoning."
In fact, Rurik would like to see priests like Yu Bona become idlers. If they continue to rot like this, they may not have greater ambitions.
Rurik cheered up and asked Parla: "You just don't like drinking? In fact, I think this wine tastes very good."
"They don't give me a drink. I actually don't care." After saying this, there was regret on Parla's face.
Rurik knelt down and rubbed his hands with the leather that was readily available: "Don't imitate them and don't drink. Since they exclude you, don't sleep here anymore. You agreed to make soap for me.
, I think the time has come. You can just pack up and follow me."
"Okay. Anyway, I have no nostalgia for this place anymore. Let these stupid women drink every day and become useless."
Because of the hangover of a group of priestesses, Parla could criticize these guys without any scruples by flicking her brown braids.
She did not hesitate to pack up her so-called bedding, which was two pieces of leather and a folded linen ball for the pillow. The linen ball was stretched into a long strip, and Parla used it as a cloth rope to tie her leather
After all the bedding is put up, tie it tightly.
She carried the bedding on her shoulder with her right arm, and picked up a small linen bag on her left and right sides, containing a small number of daily necessities.
These are all the belongings of a priestess, which can be described in one word - shabby.
Suddenly, a key question aroused Parla's concern: "Rurik, I'm leaving with you, and you have to provide me with a reasonable accommodation."
"Oh, I have prepared a good place for you." Rurik asked deliberately: "You should know that I sent people to build some special houses."
"Yes, I know. It is said that you got inspiration from the women of Novgorod?"
"Yes, now you will be the first resident of the new house. Don't worry, my servants will arrive soon, they will be a group of little girls. I hope you can educate them some things by then, and add
You will make soap for me, you will do many things for me, and I will always give you enough money back. Don’t worry, I won’t treat you badly.”
"Oh, I trust you very much, Rurik." Parla said.
"Then let's go and get out of this rotten room. I want to visit Grandma Vilia first, and then I have to solve your accommodation problem first."