After meeting with the real high priest Vilia, Rurik led Parla to the so-called servants' quarters.
Now, some platforms for holding oil lamps have been installed in the huge dormitory, and some interior decoration has also been done.
All the windows were propped up, the soft sunset shone in the house, and a feeling of laziness hit Parla's head.
But seeing the scene in front of me clearly, there was another strong sense of neatness and beauty, which gave this woman another shock.
She threw down the animal skin bedding she was carrying and asked in surprise: "Rurik, you...you have prepared the bedding? Are you going to let me sleep on the wooden board? Oh, I know some rumors, you don't care about that
It’s called a wooden bed.”
"Exactly. It seems you understand everything."
"That's what I really saw today."
All the wooden beds were neatly arranged, with gray-white leather-lined mattresses spread flatly, and leather-lined quilts on them, which were folded into tofu blocks.
Although it is still a little far from what Rurik thought it was truly tidy, at first glance, who can say that this room is not tidy.
Parla, who was used to a somewhat messy accommodation environment, had no idea that Rurik would treat her so kindly.
"You can just find a bed and stay there. Don't worry, although it's a bit empty and deserted here, you definitely won't feel cold."
"I'm not afraid of being alone, but I will mess up your carefully decorated house."
Rurik shook his head: "A house is always for living in. If you think it will make a mess, then clean it diligently. Now the drunken Pona is like a puddle of mud. You and I don't want this. You just stay.
Okay, now go choose a bed."
Parla nodded.
She tried further and simply got into the so-called "sleeping bag" and felt the comfort and warmth brought by the upper and lower layers of leather and linen. The absolute flatness made Parla subconsciously straighten her body and raise her arms.
Stretch the tendons all over the body with your head overhead, then relax and feel extremely comfortable and relaxed.
After experiencing it, Parla had the same happy expression as Arik.
The feeling of sleeping on a regular bed is certainly comfortable.
For the time being, Rurik is still sleeping in the sleeping nest of the old house. Since his body is still young, he is curled up like an orange cat sleeping in a leather velvet hat, and he is equally comfortable and warm.
But I will eventually sleep on a real bed. When will this happen? It may only take half a month for the customized new home to be built.
Before moving into her new home, Parla had already moved into the "servants' quarters", and it was time to start soap making again after being interrupted for half a month.
Today's Parla is not only a priestess who knows most of the prayers, she has also been a soap worker for most of the previous six months.
This female worker is extraordinary!
She is basically proficient in boiling oil, making plant ash and crystallizing it, stirring soap liquid, and injection molding.
In fact, all priestesses can do these processes. Unlike Parla, some of them have indeed become lazy because they control tens of thousands of silver coins, and they have actually started to drink alcohol.
The sudden onset of alcoholism among the priestesses really distressed Vilia. Vilia criticized Bona and the others and ordered them to stop.
But now, drastic changes are already taking place within the priests.
Squeezing out and expelling Parla can be said to be a means for Bona to establish her prestige. In this way, other lower-level priests will realize that Vilia's era will soon pass, and then they must obey Bona's request. For their own future, they must
It was right for Bona to let things go.
Feeling powerless as never before, Villa expressed it to Rurik.
It also includes getting rid of Bona when the time comes, so that the new group of priests can stop being corrupt and return to the roots of piety.
"Palla, this woman is not in cahoots with Bona. Parla is not the material to be a high priest, and she is not very pious, but she has a bottom line. With you, Rumia has finally grown into a high priest who obeys your orders.
Before, you could use Parla..."
Rurik kept in mind some of Vilia's slightly vague advice.
Facts have proved that Parla is indeed a smart man.
Parla had completely moved away, and she slept alone in the "servants' quarters" this night.
Afraid? No! She wasn't afraid at all.
Just because the location of the "servants' quarters" is the so-called settlement area for the nobles of the tribe.
This area of longhouses built along a gentle slope is almost inhabited by the confidants of the great leader Otto.
Parla believes that Rurik will inherit the position of leader and grow into the best leader. Isn't it a kind of trust that he lives here and enjoys a wonderful sleeping experience?
Parla slept deeply that night, and she never expected that it would be Rurik, his maid, and many little boys from the tribe who would wake her up so early in the morning.
I have to say that the scene was a bit embarrassing.
Parla was still wearing the gray-white robe commonly used by priests in summer. She waved her hands subconsciously and spoke stern words, ordering the group of curious little boys behind Rurik to get out.
"You all get out!" Rurik ordered, and all the children ran away laughing.
In this way, Parla's cautious heart relaxed.
I have to say that because it was so comfortable, Parla's clothes were so thin that her robe, which was originally used as a lining, completely turned into pajamas.
Rurik could feel the embarrassment here. Thinking about it, maybe because he and the guys were all children under ten years old, Parla didn't find it unacceptable.
She quickly changed her clothes and looked slightly embarrassed.
"How was your night? You are the first person to spend the night here. Are you a little scared?" Rurik asked.
"That's very nice, Rurik. Looks like I need to do something nice for you as a thank you."
"OK!"
The development of the matter was satisfactory. Originally, Rurik felt that he needed to go through it again before he could successfully bring up the soap issue.
Forget it! Since she is about to roll up her sleeves and work, how can we not sympathize with her work enthusiasm?
Rurik himself jumped onto the wooden bed with a sudden movement.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his feet shaking involuntarily.
"Now we should talk about money."
"Money?" Parla tilted her head: "Is it wages?"
"Yes, it's just wages. You can't make soap for me for free."
Now, money is very important to Parla. She was ostracized by the priests, and now she only has ten silver coins in her bag. Based on the current market conditions, this money is probably enough to buy herself food, which is fish and meat, for three months.
If you still have no income after these three months, why should you be humble and ask for charity from Bo Na?
No, that's impossible.
Parla lowered her attitude at this moment and said, "Actually, all you need to do is give me food."
Rurik was a little surprised: "Just eating? Don't you need money?"
"Money? Money is also used to buy food. I don't dare to expect to enjoy it now."
"I'd better give you some money, otherwise what's the difference between you and those servants. Only servants, I only need to provide them with daily food. You are different, you are still the priest of our tribe, you are nobler than all servants
.That Pona is ostracizing you, but I trust you."
Parla's attitude is already very low. What should he do when he learns that he may be reused by Rurik in the future?
She hurriedly got out of bed, knelt on the floor, and looked up at Rurik slightly.
Looking at her humble eyes, a slight feeling of discomfort filled Rurik's heart.
After all, Rurik didn't ask her to stand up immediately. Since the other party wanted to be humble, she should continue to kneel.
After all, in his understanding, when a Western king enthrones a minister, the monarch's sword touches the left and right shoulders of the kneeling minister, and an idea suddenly arises.
"I just said, I will give you money. Maybe you mean you don't need a lot, that's fine."
Rurik gently pinched his chin and thought for a moment, this woman was extraordinary after all.
High Priest Vilia has warned that Parla is indeed different from Bona, but they have one thing in common, that is, they are not promising enough. The so-called ungodliness means that they are more pursuing worldly interests.
Since you are a snob, you can take advantage of everyone.
Rurik kept doing nothing and suddenly drew the sword from his waist.
This move frightened Rumia, who was standing obediently at the side, and also really startled Parla. On the other hand, the few little boys peeking at the door were frightened by their boss's actions, and they started talking about it.
Everyone knows that Rurik's sword is very sharp, and the sharp edge makes Parla afraid.
"Are you afraid?" Rurik squinted his eyes and subconsciously played with the sword in his hand.
"No...I..."
"Straighten your chest." Rurik said seriously, which scared Parla and raised her chest.
Rurik estimated that he could be regarded as a king for the time being. The other party was kneeling so respectfully, so he couldn't do a "king's canonization"?
Following the understanding in his mind, he gently touched Parla's left and right shoulders with the back of his sword.
In this way, Parla fully realized that this was some kind of ritual. Since the other party was the "Odin Blesser" confirmed by the high priest, the current ritual was sacred.
Thinking of this, her heart was beating fast, even if the person who performed the ritual was only eight years old.
Rurik said some obscure words plausibly, because those prayers also had the problem of obscure vocabulary: "Odin has witnessed you! You, Parla, you will be loyal to me and work for me. Serving me is serving Odin.
Ding, do you understand?"
"Yes! I understand."
Parla felt very uneasy, not only because Rurik's words were particularly solemn, but also because she noticed something very scary out of the corner of her eye.
The steel sword on his shoulder trembled slightly, and some of his hanging gold wires touched the blade and were immediately cut in half.
Isn't this a miracle? Is there really such a sharp sword in the world?
She knew that if her body swayed, her neck could get a terrible wound from the sword blade.
Rurik's sword was still on her shoulder. Seeing the other party's approval attitude, Rurik continued: "If you work for me, I will reward you with five silver coins every month. In addition, your food and accommodation expenses will be paid."
It will all be borne by me.”
Parla fully understood what this meant. The five silver coins he was awarded could really last forever as long as he didn't plan to buy anything weird.
Rurik continued: "Although this money is a reward, if you want to really have it, you must work seriously for me! If you slack off, someone will punish you."
"Yes! I will never dare to neglect."
"You should get up first. Sit back on the bed and let's have a good talk." After that, Rurik put away his sword.
Given the current situation, Rurik dare not be pragmatic.
My father's fleet may have begun to return, and only when they return can the servants be in place.
Rurik did not dare to have too many extravagant expectations for his future servants, because they were destined to be a group of little girls around his own age.
When it comes to making soap, even children can be used as makeshift laborers.
Maybe the current problem is not to quickly restore the original production capacity after the priests collectively give up their jobs, but to train some professional workers from an early age, or to let their servants understand the process of making soap.
When a servant grows up, he can become an excellent soap maker and a teacher to teach more people.
The current Parla knows the entire process of making soap, so it makes sense for her to serve as a teacher to teach the servants.
Of course, soap is still produced, and many problems are taken into consideration, such as the acquisition of oil, the preparation and purification of plant ash solution, the stirring of saponification reaction, and even injection into molds.
It's summer in Roseburg. Unlike winter, the best source of oil is whales. Whaling not only tests your courage, but is also a matter of luck.
It is unrealistic to expect the fish market to steadily sell whale meat and whale oil.
Taking these realistic circumstances into account, Rurik simply set a very low standard for Parla.
That is one month in the Julian calendar. Two bars of soap should be made every day. Of course, more can be made every day. Unless there are force majeure factors, sixty bars of soap must be produced every month.
Sixty bars of soap is a task that must be completed, and being able to produce more means a bonus.
Rurik made an agreement with Parla. After exceeding the target, if he still completed five more pieces, he would receive two silver coins as a reward, which was the 20% profit previously agreed upon.
Parla understands that this money is actually not easy to earn. The entire production process and costs are currently borne by her alone. Korurik has clearly planned a very bright future!
The five silver coins were the reward for the initial sixty pieces of soap. She estimated that, after discarding the funds consumed in making the sixty pieces, the five silver coins might be left with a few less valuable copper coins to gain greater benefits.
, lies in the overproduction after completing sixty pieces of soap, which has a mouth-watering price/performance ratio.
Rurik didn't need to say it clearly, and Parla understood that the little boy still hoped that he could produce more by his own strength.
This is indeed the case.
Before the priests give up their work, the production efficiency of all priestesses must reach an average of one hundred yuan per person per month. The reality is that Parla is now dedicated to making soap, and can surpass this single-person average.
After thinking about it, what did Parla have to complain about? She felt that she had gotten a huge advantage, and she couldn't help feeling that Rurik really valued her.
The two parties had already made an agreement, and Rurik used the sharp edge of his dagger to draw words on a piece of wood as usual. This was the contract between the two.
Rurik did not completely believe in the so-called poisonous oath. A written contract document was very important. Having it would serve as a kind of supervision for both parties.
With the previous lesson in mind, the new document Rurik deliberately added a statement of breach of contract.
"What? You don't trust me very much?" Parla, who was gearing up to start fighting, couldn't help but feel worried. "You know, I don't dare to lie to you now. Boona and I are completely different."
"Since you obey my wishes, you should do things my way. All you have to do now is agree, you understand."
The statement of breach of contract is just one sentence: If Parla cannot complete the sixty bars of soap every month, he must compensate Rurik fifty silver coins as a fine.
This clause is indeed very crazy. Fifty silver coins is actually a huge amount of money. Rurik concluded that it is impossible for Parla to have so much savings in a very long time, so she will not be lazy.
Of course, Rurik also made another statement regarding the last clause of the seemingly unkind Overlord Clause.
That is to say, the agreement can be modified. When Parla explains his situation, Rurik has the right to modify the agreement.
Of course, the last sentence of the last paragraph is the most fatal.
It’s the sentence that consumers generally hate: Rurik has the final right to interpret the contract.
The implication is that Rurik has the right to unilaterally break the agreement, and Parla has no authority in this regard.
Parla engraved her name in rune script. Yes, this woman understands her nation's writing system.
It was agreed that Rurik himself would be in charge of this board.
He put the board in his armpit and faced Parla who had changed his mind and wanted to go back to the longhouse immediately to get all the tools for making soap. He said: "This agreement is not eternal. You will return it soon."
Will take on another job."
"Still have a job? I'm very willing to work for you." Parla said respectfully.
Rurik pointed at Rumia who had been standing for a long time: "My father will bring me some servants, who may be much younger than Rumia. They are all girls. They can help you make soap, so you will earn
more money."
It's more profits! Parla, who originally thought that he would become extremely busy, instantly realized that Rurik was still giving away profits.
"In exchange, you will teach me my servants. They will all live here, and you, presumably, will be like their teacher. They are Novgorodians, and you will teach them to speak our language.
Especially our words. If possible, you should also teach them some prayers mastered by the priests."
"Could it be that...you plan to train them into priests?" As she said that, Parla glanced at Rumia unconsciously and continued: "I know everything about the past few days. The high priest is training your Rumia.
, even if she is a deer herder."
"She is not a deer herder, she is my servant. Parla, you can teach my servant everything you know."
"Okay, that's it. Do we need to make an agreement engraved on a wooden board?"
"No need." After saying that, Rurik finally jumped out of bed. Not to mention, sitting on the soft animal skin mattress was really comfortable. Considering that there were a group of children waiting for training outdoors, he shouldn't continue to dillydally.
.
He patted his body and twisted his waist: "This is just a verbal agreement. I should understand that if you work for me seriously, you can get a lot of benefits. Of course, if you have any wrong ideas one day, you will die...
…”
The word "death" was emphasized by Rurik.
Parla felt threatened. It could be seen that if he could not do things for Rurik, it was certain that Rossburg would not have a foothold of his own.
The appointment had been made, and when Rurik left, Parla hurried back to the priest's longhouse.
She was eager to start working now to repay Rurik's trust.