Otto had finished making all the decisions. He turned around and asked Villa: "Just arrange the personnel like this? Is it okay?"
"Okay, I have no objection."
"Okay then." Otto sat upright and finally solemnly announced: "The ceremony will end tomorrow night and all the priests will be separated. The day after tomorrow, the priests going to Tombstone Island and New Roseburg will set off with the ship. I will take this matter
No time wasted!”
Vilia's eyes widened: "Are you so anxious? Do you still want to go to sea in just two days?"
Otto smiled: "High Priest, I will not go to Fort New Rose for the time being. However, before the water freezes, we must fully reinforce the 600 people who stayed in Fort New Rose. As the chief, I must ensure that
My people safely spent the first winter in their new settlement without dying."
"I already understand everything." Villa nodded deeply: "In the past, Sorgon, you would wait until autumn to take action again after you come back. It seems that throughout the summer, our Russian fleet will continue the expedition across the vast sea.
"
Originally, based on past experience, the spring tribute fleet would return fully loaded in late May. Three months later, the Russian fleet would set off again at the end of August or early September, so-called taking advantage of the harvest season to search for Novgorod.
Wheat of the Rhodes.
There are only more than two months until the wheat harvest season, and similarly, there are only at most three months before the weather turns cold.
The fall tribute supplies will be the key to the survival of the New Roseburg settlers, but they cannot be completely counted on.
Otto felt that he couldn't stop at all. He was old, but his mind was not old when it came to the development of the tribe.
If there is a shortage of money for the construction of New Roseburg, it will most likely have to be paid out of one's own pocket. Now the situation has changed. The priests' huge sums of money are under their control, so there seems to be no problem in spending the priests' money first.
A bloody scene took place in the chief priest's house, and a great change took place. Rurik did not know about these things.
It was getting late and the sun was almost setting! Until this time, the distribution of tributes on the beach was still not over.
Just when the fleet just landed, Kawei had no time to take care of the tribute distribution.
Among all the treasures, only my wife is the most precious.
The strong Kawei, carrying a huge sack in his right hand, holding his wife's hand in his left hand, ran towards home...
"Old man, your son is back, can't you stop working and go to the beach?" An old woman walked into the blacksmith workshop and complained about her husband's untimeliness.
"What do you know? Why should I go to the beach myself? Kawei will come back by himself."
"You..." the old woman pursed her lips: "I'm really worried about him. It's been three months!"
"Don't worry, Kawei will come back safely and bring his wife with him. You should prepare to welcome our new family member."
Klavason said this, but he was very excited in his heart.
At this moment, from time to time, tribesmen hurried to the beach to watch the excitement, and they would wave to him enthusiastically when passing by his blacksmith shop.
Klavason looked indifferent, his hammer was still forging the sword embryo. During these days, he insisted on doing these things. Making weapons was his life.
Even if you suddenly become very rich by making glassware, how can you let your job of blacksmithing go to waste?
To live a life without worries about food and clothing? Of course it is a must.
Making the best sword is my lifelong pursuit.
Of course, Klavason is not only a swordsmith, but also a real Russian metallurgist, a gemstone craftsman, a master of carpentry, and a master of mineral processing.
In a sense, Klavasen's identity is a bit like a "naturalist" hundreds of years later.
He continued to greet his wife: "I know my son, he will not hang out at the beach. Go back to the house, are you ready with the gifts you gave the girl?"
"Everything is ready. You said, there will really be a girl."
"Of course. I made an agreement with the big boss, and the big boss will always fulfill the promise. Remember, that will be a beautiful girl."
The sound of forging could still be heard from the blacksmith shop, and the beach not far away was bustling with people.
After a short period of time, Kawei appeared. Only at this time, Klavason finally threw his hammer and greeted him happily.
"Dad! I'm back, you see, this is my wife." Kawei threw the sack full of trophies on the ground, suddenly pulled his wife in front of him, put his hands on her shoulders and showed his father enthusiastically
.
"Your wife? Well, she's very beautiful, but she's a little small."
"Really? She is indeed young, and her status is very noble."
"Noble?" Klavasen subconsciously tugged at his braided beard and recalled the agreement with the big leader. That large bag of silver coins should be able to exchange for the marriage of a noble girl in Novgorod.
"Tell me, how noble is she?"
Kavy raised his head and looked proud. "She? She is the daughter of a leader in Novgorod."
"Is that so? Okay." As he said that, Klavasen walked forward, suddenly held the girl's chin with his calloused hands, and took a closer look at her face.
Lilia was completely taken aback!
She basically couldn't understand these complicated sentences of the Varyag people, and she also understood that the old guy in front of her was her husband's father. No matter which tradition it was based on, this old guy was also her new father.
She realized that she was being judged and now her face was being scrutinized by her "new father".
Lilia's dark blue eyes trembled involuntarily. She felt a little aggrieved and had nothing to say for a while.
"Yes, she is such a beautiful girl. I hope she can give you many sons. You know, I need more descendants to work as blacksmiths."
"She will definitely do it."
"hope so."
Originally, Klavasen was a little regretful that the big leader actually got such a young daughter-in-law for himself after receiving the money. As for her being the daughter of a leader in Novgorod, is this considered noble? In my heart, Klavasen
Wasen only admired the heroes of the tribe and the wise leader Otto. Of course, there was also his ally Rurik.
She is indeed very beautiful, her face is still childish, her big eyes, high nose bridge and slightly pointed chin are indeed very different from the girls in the tribe.
"Isn't she... very talkative? By the way, what's her name?" Klavason asked.
"Her name is Lilia." Kawei said excitedly, "It's just that she doesn't understand our language yet." After that, he hurriedly leaned into his wife's ear and confessed in simple Slavic: "Quick! Call him daddy."
Although he was very cautious, he knew that his fate would be completely tied to the Varyags if he boarded the dragon-headed warship.
Lilia pursed her lips, and finally said in Norse with a clear voice: "fa."
After hearing her words, Klavason was so happy that he couldn't help but smile: "Ah, what a good girl. Kawei, is the sack next to you? Are all your tributes in it?"
"No! These are my trophies. We followed the big leader to defeat the other idiots who were disobedient. There is a lot of wheat in it. Well... there is also my wife's dowry, which I packed in a sack."
Klavasen shrugged, "Let's go, you two, let's go home."
Lilia, she learned from her husband that Roseburg was a huge harbor community.
Now that we have arrived here, it is really completely different from the girl’s manor!
She had never seen a port with a large number of ships parked. Even when the fleet sailed into the last fjord and saw thousands of boats rippling on the sea, she had never thought of such a thing.
During the long journey back, Lilia understood the vastness of the world.
She landed in Rossburg, and soon she would live as a Varangian woman, just like the people she married into before.
It is really difficult to adapt quickly to all this.
Her leather boots stepped on the sandy ground, which was completely different from the endless mud roads in her hometown. She didn't have to worry about her boots getting dirty, let alone getting stuck in the mud.
The Varyag people's housing is really a mess.
Although they are wooden houses, they are like building a shack on flat ground, unlike the houses in my hometown, which are built on wooden piles and have flat wooden floors.
Lilia now subconsciously held up her husband's arm and walked into the magical blacksmith shop together.
The fire was still hot, and flames were pouring out of the furnace.
The blacksmith shop has wooden walls, and a large number of metal tools are hung on them very luxuriously!
Here, any piece of metal, whether it is a weapon or a tool, is a practical treasure brought to Novgorod!
But among the Varangians, no matter how Lilia looked at them, they were so common here.
She stopped subconsciously, looking at the swords, axes, shovels and picks hanging on the wall for a while, and then staring at the fire-breathing stove in her thoughts.
"Come in quickly!" Klavason urged.
"Oh, dad, look at her." Kawei smiled slightly awkwardly, "My Lilia, she seems to attach great importance to the stove?"
"Yeah?"
"Yes, her hometown lacks blacksmiths. She has never seen our iron-smelting furnace."
Kawei shook his arm, and Lilia let go of her hand.
She boldly walked into the stove and saw a metal rod-like object being burned by hot coals. Are you afraid? No! Lilia was full of curiosity.
Because this is the legendary real blacksmith shop!
Lilia stumbled over and grabbed the fire tongs lying on the ground.
"Danger!" Kawei wanted to stop him.
"Don't be impulsive, let her do it."
Klavasen stopped his son's move. He pinched his beard and watched with interest what his daughter-in-law was going to do.
Lilia grabbed the fire tongs with both hands curiously, put the tongs into the stove, and sorted out the sword embryo that had been burned until it turned red.
The heat of the sword embryo made her hands shake in shock, and the sword embryo fell to the ground after grazing a corner of her clothes.
"Ah!" She yelled and hurriedly backed away, almost leaning over accidentally. Fortunately, Kawei, who had quick eyes and quick hands, caught her intact.
In that brief contact, Lilia looked at the corner of her clothes in horror, which had been burned beyond recognition.
Her eyes widened, her heart beat wildly, and she kept mumbling.
Kawei, on the other hand, picked him up effortlessly just like picking up a kitten. A few harsh words were inevitable.
"Don't blame your wife." Clavassen walked towards the stove, picked up the sword embryo with tongs, threw it back into the stove and continued to smolder, which is the so-called carburizing process.
He approached Lilia again and gently held her chin. The old guy rarely showed his gentle expression: "It seems that our big leader is really wise. The only boys who like blacksmithing are blacksmiths like us.
, girls who like blacksmithing almost don’t exist! Kawei, your Lilia is very good. I dare say she will give birth to many little blacksmith grandchildren for me.”
Lilia didn't know it yet, but because of her risky use of the poker, she made a huge impression on Klavasen.
She was led into the dim longhouse of the blacksmith's home, and the light from several oil lamps made the situation inside the room quite clear.
There is no floor here, only sand and gravel. There are no beds, only a floor made of a lot of animal skins. There is also a bonfire in the longhouse, and a pottery urn is placed on the stove made of stones, with something cooking in it.
.
Although I already know that the home experience of Russian people is like this, today it is really better to see it than to hear it!
How could she like Lilia?! But what else could she do after marrying into this family? It seemed that she could only endure it.
She entered the house, and what followed was a hug from Kawei's mother. She hugged her as if she were her own daughter.
"Mom, this is my wife, Lilia." Kawei introduced enthusiastically
"Oh! What a beautiful girl. Kawei, you are such a lucky boy."
Once upon a time, Lilia was used to sitting on a low chair. Now she can only sit on animal skins. The soft animal skins are really comfortable and warm. For the sake of appearance, she has to sit like a duck. It is this man who cannot learn how to do it.
The sitting posture gives Kawei a strong feeling of cuteness.
Sitting here, the Klavashons have fully accepted their new family member from Novgorod.
There was boiling pine needle water in the pottery urn, which was carefully poured into a glass by Klavasen's wife.
Both Lilia and Kawei were so shocked by this move that they were completely stunned.
"Mom? What did you get, the crystal cup?"
"Huh? Isn't it weird? When you go home, you two can drink some pine needle water I boiled. It will dispel your fatigue."
Nowadays, the old woman doesn't think there is anything special about having a batch of glasses for her own use at home, even though she knows that any glass in the house can be sold at a very high price.
She continued to pour the pine needle water into four glasses with cup ears, and then placed them in front of the family members one by one.
In an era when flavoring was lacking, the Rus, like other allied tribes, were happy to drink pine needle water in order to enrich their lives with its unique fragrance and light bitter taste.
Lilia was really shocked!
She touched the glass cautiously with her hands, then held it up with both hands, feeling the heat from the water. Her little face was almost pressed against the wall of the glass, her eyes widened under the dim oil lamp, staring at the light brown water in the glass.
There are also floating pine needles.
She had never had such an experience, being able to see all the details inside the cup through the transparent cup wall.
Obviously, my husband's family didn't think that their possession of four "crystal cups" was anything worth showing off.
Lilia thought about it carefully. Since the Varangians would give back some precious amber, it is not so strange that they have more precious crystal cups.
She felt that her understanding was correct, but Kawei didn't think so at all.
Kawei quickly drank the warm pine needle water that his mother had boiled, and then tapped the cup with his fingers.
"Dad, where did you get this? I saw many foreign businessmen coming. Did you... buy it from them with a lot of money?"
Clavarson looked at his son's shocked face and laughed heartily on the spot.
"Silly son, your father made these cups himself!" After Kawei's mother said this, she gently covered her wrinkled mouth and sneered.
"What? Could it be that you found a good crystal from the mountain and polished it like this while I was away?" Kawei's speculation makes sense, because his father has the ability to carve gems.
Of course I have learned this skill myself, but I am not very good at it.
Klavason shook his head: "I made it, kid, it's all Rurik's credit!"
"Rurik?"
"Odin gave him some new knowledge. Now, we can use the most common ore, just like casting bronze, to make a crystal cup. Oh, no! It should be called a glass cup."
"Glass cup?" Kawei heard this term for the first time and looked at the cup in his hand, "Is it different from a crystal cup?"
"Maybe it's no different. Son, thanks to the table of elements Rurik gave us, I already know the composition of crystal! We can melt the crystal and cast it like bronze to make the cup in your hand. Ah, everything
It’s all very simple.”
"Is...is that so?" Kawei understood what his father said. He had never thought that crystals could be heated and reshaped like metal ores to become utensils of various shapes.
"Of course it is! Rurik is the most noble person who has brought wealth to our family!" After that, Klavasen told his wife, "Go and pull the box over and give it to our son and daughter (referring to the daughter-in-law)
) Open your eyes!"
Lilia was holding a glass in her hand, and she suddenly heard the father and son talking about a person's name "Rurik".
"Rurik? Isn't he my sister's future husband? They are very familiar with Rurik? Rurik, can I meet you soon?"
Lilia felt that what she experienced today was too dreamy, and then, two heavy wooden boxes were pulled over by the old woman.