Chapter 177 Rurik's Dinner with the Twelve Servants
A silver coin.
Even though the price of meat in the fish market has increased a lot now, Broma and Fisk have no doubt about the value of a silver coin.
Only a person with huge power like Rurik doesn't think that owning 10,000 silver coins is not a big deal.
His recent heroic behavior has added more reputation to his tribe.
The women who cook fish suddenly have new jobs!
Soon, Broma led two women back from the fish market, each of the three women carrying a cod.
Cod! The price is naturally a bit expensive, and Rurik is willing to treat his new subordinates with this good fish.
A few stones were moved to the open space and a wooden board was placed on them. It became the so-called dining table.
The cod with its scales and internal organs removed is being cooked over a high fire, and the air is filled with the aroma of meat and some light fishy smell.
Eleven servants sat cross-legged at a simple table in the open air, with the brilliant sunset to their west.
The time is actually very late. The summer solstice has not long passed now, and the night time every day is short.
The only thing that keeps the kids energetic is the smell of meat.
Rurik himself was hungry, so he simply stayed here and had dinner with the servants as a master!
Then, together with Rumia, the head maid whom I confirmed, there will be twelve servants dining together!
In front of the children was a wooden plate with a pile of fish on it.
Not only that! Rurik personally sprinkled some salt on each piece of fish. Even though the quality of the salt was not very good, it was mixed with a lot of bitter substances such as magnesium chloride, but the sodium chloride in it gave the fish more flavor.
The breath of salt comes from the temptation of salt, giving children great mental stimulation.
Even Rumia, as the head maid, is still a child after all.
Rumia maintained great restraint, and it was she who scolded the servant who was about to reach out first using simple ancient Slavic vocabulary.
The principle is that all servants are forbidden to eat without Rurik speaking.
Rurik, who was sitting in the master's seat in the north, looked at the fish on his plate and the expectant eyes of the children.
He felt he needed to talk nonsense.
"Servants, you have seen that this is the reward I give you. Eat it, my servants."
"So? What's the price? Master?" The one who spoke was Anna, who was the first to be named.
"The price?" Rurik chuckled, "It's your loyalty! Anna. This is your fate as servants. Now, start eating!"
"Da!"
Anna's reply in Slavic made Rurik feel dazed for a while, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
After all, they are all Slavs.
With an order, the children no longer have any restraints. Driven by hunger, all children become little wolves.
Even Rumia, who had followed Rurik for more than half a year, turned into a little wolf and gnawed at the meat.
All the children, they had previously been ordered by Rurik to use strange things, which were actually soap, to wash their faces and hands thoroughly.
They began to hold the pieces of meat and gnaw on it. Since the big cod had very few spines, they were not worried about the possibility of being punctured by the fish bones. As a result, many children were really hungry and swallowed the fish without chewing it a few times.
The fuss caused several girls to keep hammering their chests to make the fish go down.
Seeing them gobbling up food, Rurik felt a little dumbfounded.
If you think about it carefully, it’s understandable that boys and girls look exactly the same as they gorge themselves on food.
I'm afraid that in their hometown, they have never had the experience of eating as freely as they do today, not to mention that what they eat is meat and a lot of salt! I'm afraid they are not simply replenishing body energy, but also desperately replenishing electrolytes.
Rurik deliberately sprinkled a salty dose of salt, but the children's behavior fully demonstrated that they must be deficient in all nutrients.
Seeing their looks, Rurik took a few bites of meat and suddenly didn't want to eat anymore.
He simply put his own meat on Rumia's plate. Looking at her surprised eyes, Rurik, who had already stood up, said: "Rumia, please eat more. You are the only one I like the most among all the servants."
of."
It was these words from the Norse language that completely calmed Rumia's jealousy.
She looked up at her master, then grabbed the piece of meat and started chewing it.
Servants, eat as much fish as possible! If the children can eat all three large cods, so be it!
Rurik now just wants to talk to Fisk who is staying at his door. In addition, after discussing with Broma, regarding the provision of meals for the maids in the evening, the matter urgently needs to negotiate a price. After all, the servants
The food expenses of the servants are all paid by the master Rurik. In the foreseeable future, the food expenses of the servants will start to become higher and higher with the increase in the number of people and the growth of the servants.
The very clear fact is that Rurik now uses his ever-increasing wealth to raise a total of nearly 170 children.
It is necessary to continue to spend money to cultivate future loyal and reliable subordinates from an early age.
That is, if you can spend less money and satisfy the people who eat and cook, it would be perfect.
Here, the key person in cooking is Fisk's mother Broma. Fortunately, Broma is indeed a talkative woman.
No! Broma is not stupid enough to dare to show any disrespect to the big leader and future leader!
Broma truly loves Fisk, her only relative, and only hopes that her son can become a confidant by Rurik's side forever.
Letting them eat meat, Rurik approached Fisk who was sitting at the door of his house, eating the leftover fish meat from lunch.
Fisk stuffed the meat into his stomach with three strokes, and hurriedly rubbed his hands on his clothes.
"Rurik, do you want to see me if you have something to do?"
"Thing? Nothing."
Rurik simply put his legs together and sat next to Fisk, looking at the dusk in the west and couldn't help but yawn. Then, he tapped Fisk's arm: "Look, these my new servants. What do you think?"
"Well, good. I saw a lot of little girls, Rurik, do you really need them?"
"I deliberately got the girl from Novgorod." Rurik's explanation clearly showed pride.
At this moment, Fisk, how else could he conceal his envy?
Fisk felt that Rurik was showing off, but since he was the future leader, of course he could show off as much as he wanted.
Let’s look at our own situation. Our house has not been repaired for more than a year, and it often leaks when it rains.
Now, he and his mother depend on each other. If it weren't for Rurik's support, the situation would be terrible.
Fisk sighed: "Now, even Kanuf has two maids. I heard that Kanuf decided to make those two servants his wives. What about you? Rurik. Do you want these girls to be married?
She is your wife."
"Me?!" Rurik straightened his back in shock, then looked at Fisk's face in embarrassment: "You think too highly of me! I have eleven maids now, how can I still..."
"You can do it." Fisk said without hesitation, "When you become the leader, no one will have any objection to how many wives you have."
"Forget it." Rurik shook his head: "My body can't bear it."
"We all know that you care about Sister Rumia very much. Rurik, do you plan to marry her?"
Fisk's words were completely unintentional. He was still a child after all, and precisely because he was a real child, there was nothing false in Fisk's words. He was completely serious.
Unexpectedly, these words were heard by Rumia, who was still eating meat, and her mood instantly became complicated.
Rurik pursed his lips, wanting to criticize Fisk for his inappropriate childlike remarks.
But to be fair, since he took ownership of Rumia, Rurik felt that this girl was indeed a talent.
Rumia now also has a magical identity, that is, she was hand-picked by High Priest Vilia, and is a truly good candidate to take over the position of High Priest.
Regarding this matter, it was a secret agreement between him and Vilia, and Rurik would not tell anyone else.
But Rurik did not change his mood to deny Fisk's speculation. His silence seemed to be an admission.
"Ah, that would be great too." Fisk's sigh expressed his inferiority complex, and he continued to lament his own pity: "I just don't know what my future wife will be like."
Rurik became interested again: "Are you actually worried about this?"
"Hmm? Why shouldn't I worry? I'll be twelve in two years."
"Twelve years old? What's wrong?" Rurik was a little surprised.
"You..." Now it was Fisk's turn to be surprised again: "Rurik, you will be twelve years old in four years. The big leader will definitely make a marriage contract for you. After all, you are our future leader.
Don’t worry, no fool will dare to challenge your position.”
Four more years? Marriage?!
Rurik looked at his hands, which were obviously the hands of a child. He was still so young, and he was engaged or married at the age of twelve?
If you think about it for a moment, the tribe does have rules in this regard.
Rurik looked up at Rumia who was eating meat. Thinking about it this way, wouldn’t Rumia be twelve years old next year? Wouldn’t it be...
Whether it's a boy or a girl, getting married too early is not a good thing, Rurik always thinks so.
Now that Fisk mentioned the issue of marriage, it seems that the child really cares about it.
Among all his subordinates, if there is anyone who is expected to become the bravest warrior in the future, it is none other than "Bald" Fisk.
As long as this guy continues to eat meat and does physical training diligently every day, when he reaches the age of eighteen, he will be a strong man. If he deliberately grows a beard, he will look like a bald and bearded warrior.
It will definitely make the enemy timid.
Rurik patted Fisk on the shoulder and said deliberately: "You don't have to worry about anything. Have you seen my maid? When you grow strong enough, those girls will also grow up. When the time comes, you can choose a beautiful one from them."
, I will restore that girl’s freedom and become your wife.”
"Really?" Fisk responded excitedly.
"Of course. You should understand that my servant is just doing work. I can give you an innocent girl in a few years. And you, you must be loyal to me unconditionally."
Fisk smiled shyly. "Of course, we are brothers."
Now, for Fisk, those little girls who look very weak contain his future wife?
Which one is the most beautiful girl?
Fisk opened his eyes wide and observed how they were eating, and he clearly saw a little boy chewing meat.
"Huh? Rurik, you also hired a male servant?"
"Yes, that boy's name is Kamne. He is also a poor man. His parents were killed by bears, and now I am his master."
Rurik has basically figured out Kamne's identity, and he even has a basic understanding of the life experiences of those girls.
Kamni is indeed very pitiful. From now on, Kamni will be lucky.
The manservant's life experience instantly resonated strongly with Fisk's thoughts.
"Rurik, what are you going to do to that manservant? Are you going to join our army?" Fisk regarded the daily morning training as military drills. Although everyone still formed a shield wall and collided with each other, the waving wave
The wooden sword hurt even when hit.
"Join our training team? Forget it! No matter how much I trust that kid, you all still have opinions."
"That's true. Your male servant is not a member of our clan. He is just a slave."
Rurik shrugged. He didn't think there was anything wrong with Fisk's "slave" theory.
Because the Rus are always proud, especially in today's situation, the tribe won a revenge raid against their enemies, and many people suddenly became rich. The pride of the tribe residents is now unprecedented, including the businessmen who live there.
, are all proud of the fact that their tribe and the Rus are as firm allies as brothers.
After all, the Russians killed the hateful Gotlanders, which brought bad breath to the entire alliance.
Fisk continued: "So, what are you going to do with that boy?"
"Be a blacksmith."
"blacksmith?"
"Yes." Rurik looked at Fisk again and held his brother's arm tightly: "Your hand must hold a suitable weapon. And our other brothers, you must hold the best sword.
, it must be as good as mine. Therefore, I need a group of male servants who are dedicated to blacksmithing. Only in this way can I believe that the weapons in the hands of my brothers are the best."
At this moment, Fisk could not understand that Rurik had already begun to tightly control the tribe's metallurgical industry in the future.
In Fisk's opinion, Rurik must be in a particularly good mood today. This is a promise to give both his wife and a steel sword. He believes that everything will come true.
After the children finished chewing the meat, the girls, who were originally shriveled and mumbling, now became round and plump.
Rick had no time to pay attention to the mess after the meal. He gave his reward to the women who cooked, and the rest was theirs.
Rurik also revised the agreement with them, that is, at lunch time, the portion for ten people must be increased. And at night, he must continue to cook for the girls, and the food must be delivered to the servants' residence.
"Maybe Otto has gone home? If I go back immediately, he won't be able to tell me endless stories about his experience in Novgorod?" Thinking of this, Rurik didn't want to go back immediately.
It's not that he wants to wander around in the tribe. Now that these servants are in his hands, the problem of eating can be said to be solved. Now, what still needs to be solved urgently is the problem of clothing.