Rurik stood in front of his father again and raised his head: "Dad, thank you for getting me the servant."
"Oh? It seems they have completely surrendered to you?"
"Yes, it seems that the language I learned from my sister (referring to Peravina) is really correct."
Otto knew some ancient Slavic. In fact, the fluentness of his son's declaration of ownership of the servants just surprised him. It was as if Rurik and the manor director Ligus could talk and laugh happily.
Recalling his son's fluent conversation just now, Otto couldn't help but think more that his son's serious study must have a more profound purpose.
This is better, but the next problem will arise immediately.
Otto was very happy that his son conquered a group of servants easily.
He patted his son's little head and asked an extremely critical question with obvious amusement: "Son, your servants have arrived. How do you think they should be arranged?"
"Oh, don't worry about that. Dad, I have built a brand new longhouse just to house all the servants. You know, I will definitely have more servants in the future."
"Really? Has the money you spent to build a new longhouse been successful? I would like to take a look. However, I still have to go to the priest's longhouse first." At this point, Otto noticed
None of the priests stood on the beach.
The return voyage in the past was not like this! As the saying goes, if there is no profit, you can't afford it early. The priests are always eager to take away their own tribute first, but now there is no figure.
Since Harold Johnson was still waiting by his side, Otto asked seriously: "Where are the priests? Are they all dead? Is Vilia dead too?"
Harold Zuosen was shocked because what was going on here was really hard to talk about.
"That's what you said."
"Yes. There are some problems here..."
"Don't hesitate, something happened? Will Vilia... die?" Thinking of this fastest possibility, Otto couldn't help but feel heartbroken. After all, before setting off, the high priest Vilia showed unprecedented fatigue.
State, maybe death is really coming.
Harozolson stamped his feet vigorously: "What a tragedy! We were very successful in conquering the Gotlanders, and we gave a lot of tribute to the priests. As a result, Bona, she was already doing the work of the high priest, and those priests have been working all day
Citing the craft ale brought by the merchants. Their drunken appearance almost ruined our summer solstice ceremony."
"Really? Why don't I believe it?"
Rurik suddenly interrupted: "Dad, Uncle Haro Zuosen is right. Maybe you are the only one who can stop the stupid behavior of those priests. And our high priest, her situation is really not good."
Since the son said so, it must be true. Because the unique identity of the son Rurik allows him to freely enter and exit the sacred priests' longhouse without any scruples!
Otto originally planned to go to the longhouse of the priests and report to the high priest as soon as possible, as he had done in the past. This was a tradition that the tribe had carried out for decades.
The son's words were really vague, and he understood two of them: the ordinary priests were drinking heavily, and the high priest Vilia might be dying.
Otto stamped his feet vigorously and told his son and wife: "You all go home. I want to go to the chief priest's house immediately."
"Is this a work report? Dad?" Rurik asked.
"I'm going to visit the high priest! Damn it, Vilia can't die yet! Rurik, as we agreed before, you can arrange your servants and wait for me at home." After that, Otto patted him hard.
Luo Zuosen: "Brother, take some young people with me to the longhouse."
After that, he called Arik, who was with his wife, and asked him to go with him.
More than thirty strong brave men, led by the solemn-looking leader Otto, carried swords and bucklers on their backs, and aggressively walked towards the priest's longhouse, just to find out the situation.
Seeing them disappear in the crowd, Rurik no longer wanted to linger on the busy beach.
He ordered in Old Slavonic: "Servants, follow me and go and see your homes."
A group of children were walking barefoot on the gravel.
Of course, the children were eager to have their own shoes. They arched their insteps and walked cautiously, their eyes subconsciously noticing Rurik's compact and decent leather boots.
Rurik, of course he noticed this.
Even after the children disembarked, their extremely frugal clothing was really regrettable. The only clothes left could be described as a fig leaf.
They must have suitable clothes and boots that fit their feet. All children must also have a bath and the girls must have their hair tied up.
Obviously there is still a lot to do.
For example, we have to decide on new names for the children.
In terms of naming, Rurik already had clear principles.
The boys and girls looked around, but because the owner with the golden ponytail kept speaking in the language of his hometown, they had no choice but to ignore other people's attention and follow closely.
The children all knew that they had entered the den of the Varangians, a place that once only existed in legends.
Now we are really here.
This place is indeed different from my hometown, but a house is a house and people are people. There are mountains and water here, so it’s not that strange.
After a while, two large and sturdy wooden houses appeared in front of these tiny children.
The girls opened their mouths, raised their heads one by one, and marveled at the hugeness of the house.
It was Kamnier, the little boy, who instantly realized why this house was somewhat similar to the home of the manor master in his hometown.
Because the two giant wooden houses were built on pillars. There were a lot of holes under the pillars, and he felt that he could easily get in.
There is also some pungent smell in the air, not to mention smelly, the smell is even quite attractive.
Rurik stopped: "Just come here, my servants, this is your future home."
Future home?
Kamne narrowed his eyes. His home used to be simple and miserable. Could it be that his master Rurik allowed a humble servant like him to live in such a luxurious residence?
Kamne remained quiet, as did the other girls.
Rurik scratched his face, looking a little cold.
"Lumia!"
"Yes, masta."
"Keep an eye on these children for now, and I'll go and get Parla out of the soap workshop." After saying this, Rurik ran away.
The soap workshop is actually very close to the two new longhouses.
Now, Rumia, an eleven-year-old girl, is taking care of a group of younger children. She talks to them in broken Norse, or because she is so kind, the wary children relax and chat eagerly.
The place was filled with the chirping of children and a barrage of questions.
It's a pity that the children's questions are all in ancient Slavic. How can Rumia understand it? Oh, no. Rumia does know a little bit of minimalist spoken English, which was deliberately instilled in her by Rurik.
Sad, sad.
That little boy, his master Rurik will definitely make other arrangements for him. As for the ten girls in front of him, all of them are maids, and he is their sister, or in other words, he is responsible for managing them as the head maid.
The first meeting was really disturbing. Rumia, who didn't understand the language, fidgeted with her arms and kept explaining, and finally she just covered her ears, just to calm her mind.
Rurik pulled Parla out of the smoky workshop, where he was boiling oil.
When Parla left the anxious place, she took a deep breath of fresh air.
In the past few days, good news has come from the fish market. There were thirty fishermen operating four fishing boats. They were trawling for herring in the waters further north, but they were very lucky to find a fountain on the sea surface, which meant they discovered a whale.
Five beluga whales were killed by fishermen using short spears to defend themselves. Do we still need to catch herrings?
Soon, five small beluga whales appeared at the early morning fish market.
The priests became lazy. Since the oil for the lamps was still enough, they had no idea about the new whale.
The wealthy residents of the tribe bought all the whale meat, and Parla first bought all the spermaceti oil at a higher price, and then bought some whale fat. After that, the arduous work of boiling oil was completely completed.
took up her time.
She had been using a big wooden stick to stir up a mouthful of fat meat in a pottery jar that had been roasted by the fire. The burnt aroma of the fat was quite disgusting to her. The braids she wore were also badly damaged by the oil smoke. A woman's beauty is also very bad.
So it almost disappeared.
All this hard work is worth it.
She delivered fifty pieces of soap to Rurik in June, of which thirty pieces had to be crossed, and for the other twenty pieces, Rurik paid her four silver coins immediately as agreed.
Yes, the value of soap was defined by Rurik as two silver coins per piece, the so-called ex-factory price. As for how much Rurik could sell it for, it had nothing to do with Parla.
Even so, Parla, who only started in June, still earned seven silver coins. Theoretically, by working for Rurik for half a month, she had earned enough food for two months.
July has arrived, and since her job has gradually stabilized, she is very confident that she will earn twenty silver coins this month.
"You mean your servants have arrived? Oh? Those little girls? You want them to help me work? Okay!"
Parla, who fully understood the situation, was ecstatic.
"Let's go and see those people." Rurik shook his neck and strode forward, closely followed by the priest Parla who smelled of smoke.
When Parla appeared in front of the children, no one dared to believe that such a character was also a priest of the Varangians.
But Rurik was introduced to children.
Although it was a bit abrupt, Rurik decided to first tell his servant what kind of work he was about to participate in as a servant.
Rurik pinched his waist and lectured in Old Slavic to a group of children who were standing blankly: "You are all my servants. You will work for me starting from tomorrow. As your master, I allow you to live in
here!"
Rurik pointed to the huge longhouse: "See it! If you work hard for me, you can live here. After a while, I will give each of you a sumptuous meal. Now, see me
woman."
Rurik first pointed at Rumia: "You just asked her a lot of questions. Girls, she is Rumia, and she is my most important and loyal servant. Rumia is your sister. From now on, you will
Work for me under her management!"
After that, Rurik pointed to Parla: "Girls, starting from tomorrow, she will arrange work for you. Now remember, I do not provide you with a house and food out of love. You are servants, born
You just want to work for me. If any of you are lazy, you will be locked up in a dark room and starved!"
"Do you understand? If you don't work hard, you will be locked up and starved for a day!"
In fact, Rurik really had love for them in his heart.
However, there is no love without reason in the world, unless it is a cute kitten.
In the past year, he reflected on his love for Rumia. At first, it did stem from a trace of guilt in his heart. But at the Hanukkah festival, he cut the deer's throat with his own hands with a steel sword, and his mentality changed.
Change.
Rurik has already figured it out about these children. If they really don't work hard and behave rebelliously.
Execution with your own hands? That would be crueler.
Just kick it out and throw it to someone who is willing to raise it. If no one is willing to raise it, then exile it and let it fend for itself.
That’s right! Just do it.
Rurik immediately added in a threatening tone: "Listen! My servants, you must be loyal to me. If you are disloyal now, you will be exiled by me, and you will be picked up and eaten by wolves.
If you show disloyalty when you grow up, I will cut off this person's head myself." As he said that, Rurik's sword was unsheathed, and the metallic buzzing sound scared the girls and subconsciously hugged each other again.
They were trembling, including the little boy Kamne who was cowering.
Rurik put the sword back into the scabbard in an elegant manner, pinched his waist with both hands, and pretended to be ferocious, his expression became relaxed again.
After showing off the big stick, it’s time for some carrots.
"Well, you don't have to be afraid. Those who are loyal to me will be rewarded forever. You will soon get comfortable clothes, suitable shoes, and you will look brand new. Now, you all follow me! Go and see your
residence."
The children had no choice but to cautiously follow the footsteps of their master, step onto the wooden steps of the large wooden house, pass through the leather curtains pulled up by the smoky woman one by one, and enter the large interior.
At this moment, Rurik had already explained the situation to the elders of the tribe who were looking after the wooden house. They had been standing outdoors, especially at the door of the longhouse. Just now, when Rurik was lecturing, they were also trying their best to remember
All children's faces.
Because they were afraid that the miscellaneous children in the tribe would break into the longhouse built by the financier Rurik out of curiosity.
All the wooden windows were opened, and the warm sunlight illuminated the interior.
All wooden beds are equipped with animal skin-lined mattresses, with neatly folded quilts on top.
"Wow! Wooden floors. That's what the manor's home is like. We can do it too..."
"Ah! Are these all beds?"
"It's actually more comfortable than my bed at home?"
"You are stupid, Katya, this is our future home. Our master is such a good person."
Rurik could hear the girls chattering. They spoke in Old Slavic, which he could basically understand.
A little girl's words made him very satisfied.
"Not bad! Your new home!" Rurik said, approaching them, "Now go and choose your own beds. Remember, everyone chooses one. Go quickly."
The master gave the order, and the girls happily ran to their favorite beds. They were leading to it. This time, without any urging from Rurik, they chose to get together.
The little boy Kamne also happily wanted to choose his own bed, but he was the only one who was grabbed by Rurik's arm as slender as a branch.
Kamne's emaciation also surprised Rurik. He felt that what he was grabbing was actually a bone, but it was just a bone wrapped in a skin.
Although they appear to be about the same age but in body, Rurik consciously accompanies a group of children under his command to train, and happily participates in shield wall collision training. The purpose of the training is to improve everyone's strength and organization. He is eight years old, and his arms are already flexible enough.
The steel sword at the waist.
On the other hand, this Kamne, maybe this child is in line with the real situation of an ordinary little boy in this time and space. That is the kind of pitiful situation where the body function is very weak, and a minor illness can kill him.
The way to change the status quo is extremely simple, that is to eat more. Then again, how could the pure farmers in the interior of Europe in this time and space have enough to eat every meal.
"Master...Master. I..." Kamne looked confused.
"Your name is Kamne? Kamne. You are different from them. You are a man. I will arrange other jobs for you."
"Me? Other jobs?" Kamnier was still puzzled.
"Yes! A job that is completely different from theirs, and you wouldn't live here. Will you be someone I can trust?"
"I can!" Kamni blurted out.
"Okay, now stand still for me. Once these girls are arranged, I will lead you to a very nice place."
Indeed, there is an essential difference between little boys and little girls. Even if Kamni is still a child now, as long as he can eat meat every day, he will definitely be a strong man in less than ten years. If, in the future, Kamni is a
A simple strong man, that would be great.
Rurik really felt that in the future it would be best for him to have a group of strong men with strong muscles and simple minds who only obeyed the orders of their masters.