From tonight onwards, Rurik will leave Kamne here in the blacksmith shop.
After all, there is only one child in Kamni, and Klavasen would not mind having another little boy living in the family.
Rurik has decided to build another "servants' dormitory", which will house all the blacksmith apprentices.
From now on, your servants should arrange different dormitories for them according to their occupations. This is for the convenience of management.
With the accommodation problem solved in this way, and the food problem, Rurik estimates that he can't continue the current situation of "treating guests to eat in the open air". Including his more than 150 fellows of the same race, he has to build a serious canteen.
.There should not be one canteen, there must be at least two.
Canteen No. 1 is where the fellows of the same clan eat. Canteen No. 2 is where the servants eat. Likewise, a formal kitchen must be built!
These problems can be easily solved with money. At the same time, it can also help a group of men and women in the tribe who are old or in poor physical condition and provide them with a job that can earn some silver coins or copper coins. Anyway, this group of people
We usually go to the extreme of "energy saving and emission reduction" and spend a lot of time waiting to die out of boredom, so we might as well organize ourselves as much as possible.
The above great idea really makes Klavasen and Kawei happy.
Not only did they think Rurik's idea was very kind and fair, they also saw business opportunities.
Because Rurik's needs will inevitably force all kinds of craftsmen in the tribe, especially the carpenters, to keep doing construction. They need more tools and more nails. As a blacksmith, he also has the opportunity to make money.
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Although the herring is small, its meat is meat. Now, Klavasen does not think that making ordinary hammers has low added value. This is because he can instigate those guys to increase the price, and according to the contract, wrought iron is not steel and does not need to be paid.
Give Rurik 10% of the profits.
Finally, Rurik had a special need.
"Clavason, Rumia and I are going back. Let me assign you another task."
"Okay, my little master. If I can do it, I will do it immediately."
"It's a very simple thing." Rurik said: "I want to make some sterling silver brands with Roman letters engraved on them."
"Hmm? Any special arrangements?"
"Of course. I now have ten more maids. They are not as noble as my Rumia. But they are maids. I have decided that my maids need a name tag."
"It's like you gave your herd of deer a name tag for each deer?" Klavasen asked with a smile.
"Well... that's about it. You know those Roman letters, please just engrave the letters one by one in the order I compiled. I need ten. Melt three silver coins for each nameplate, and finally engrave the letters."
"Is this enough?"
"Then add more materials." Rurik held his chin in thought, patted his thigh and said: "In the carved inscriptions, gold is embedded. We just need to melt a gold coin. You can use these materials first.
I will give you the money tomorrow and give you ten silver coins as labor fee, what do you think?"
"You." Klavasen shook his head happily: "You really have a lot of money, and you spend money lavishly. I understand, you don't have to give me money, I will make it for you now. You will pick up the goods early tomorrow morning.
Bar."
"Then it will be hard work."
Rurik didn't linger any longer. It was getting late, so he should go home immediately and have a good chat with his father who had returned.
Maybe my father had already taught the decadent guys in the chief priest's house a lesson, and it was time to talk to him about the bad things done by the priests that made him angry.
Night finally fell and bonfires were lit on the beach.
The tribesmen who distributed the supplies only took their own share. No, if Laokawei had not gone to get it himself, the tribesmen would have worked together to bring his share back to the blacksmith shop at night.
Of course, these people not only helped Kawei move things out of friendship, they came and handed over the money for the steel swords they bought on credit. Of course, they couldn't get the cash, so they used the materials they received to pay off the debt.
Compared with silver, both Klavasen and Kawei were short of silver, so they accepted each other's request for wheat to pay off their debts.
It was late at night, and Rurik was in a really good mood.
His Rumia followed closely behind, and the girl's mind was also thinking about her future.
That night, lights were brightly lit from house to house in Rosberg. The great leader returned in triumph, a group of beautiful Novgorod women married into the tribe, and a lot of wealth poured into Rosburg. Life was getting better day by day.
Although tonight is not a festival, the tribesmen are partying all night long.
The tribesmen also quickly learned the news that at dusk tomorrow, the tribe's collective wedding would be held at the Stone Ship Altar.
Before Rurik returned home, Otto had just returned.
Finally returning to his hometown, Otto's mood was a bit complicated.
"Are you a little depressed?" Niya, who had cooked the wheat porridge, enthusiastically served a hot bowl.
She even used the craft ale she bought from foreign merchants, poured the dark yellow liquid into a delicate glass, and placed it in front of her dusty husband.
Seeing the glass, Otto suddenly cheered up.
He tilted his head and stared at the transparent cup with wide eyes. He was speechless for a long time.
"Are you stupid? It's just a crystal cup." Niya sneered.
"Crystal cup, how come we have this in our house? No!" Otto slapped his thigh: "I was at the priest's place, and I found that all the priests have this. Even our high priest has a more exquisite one. This
What's going on? Are those businessmen selling too?"
Niya felt secretly happy, and she deliberately kept it secret: "Do you think those businessmen are really that capable?"
"Not them?"
"It's your son!"
"Rurik?!" Otto was surprised at first, and then he was quickly relieved. He tugged on his beard: "It seems that he has done a lot of things in the three months since I was away."
Her son has indeed done many incredible things. Niya has not seen her husband for a long time, and she wants to tell him everything she has seen and heard in the past three months.
Niya sat close to the low square table and gave a detailed report.
Otto, he gradually understood everything.
Including the fact that her family made a fortune by making glassware, including the fact that Rurik entertained those brothers every day, and also the fact that Rurik's decision led the entire tribe to start a large-scale construction project. Of course, what she was most happy to talk about was the tribe's revenge against the Gotlanders.
of victory.
While she was talking about Rurik, Rurik suddenly came back.
After hearing what his wife said, when Otto saw his son again, his eyes changed.
Otto's rough big hands greeted him warmly: "My child, you are really amazing. Come on, sit down here with me."
Rurik nodded, he estimated that this old guy is now his only son. An old father guarding a single seedling, shouldn't he be overly affectionate?
Rurik realized what was going on and walked over, and was grabbed into Otto's arms. Immediately afterwards, his bearded face made an affectionate gesture towards his childish smile.
In such a family scene, Rumia, who was feeling complicated in her heart, was just about to sit obediently in the corner and return to her sleeping nest as usual.
For a moment, Otto noticed the girl.
"Lumia, come here!"
Rumia shivered with vigilance. Even now, she is still very afraid of this tribal chief.
Feeling anxious, she approached the square table.
Otto held Rurik like an orange cat for a while, and now he let the cat go. He looked at the hot porridge in front of him, pushed it directly to Rumia, and then changed to a gentle expression.
His tone: "Eat, Rumia. This is a reward for you."
Seeing this, Rurik and Niya were shocked.
Lumia, the person involved, was even more surprised: "The big boss...I..."
"Eat, my child. Eat more."
"I..." Rumia was even more at a loss when she heard the leader of the Ross people say such intimate words.
Even Rurik didn't know what was wrong with his father, but he was happy to see his father being so affectionate to the head maid he had chosen.
Niya sneered: "I didn't expect you to be so gentle to a servant. After all, she is a servant, not your daughter."
"Is that so?" Otto faced his wife with an intriguing smile: "Things have become different."
"Why is it different? A servant is a servant. Of course you can be nicer to her, and I'm glad you do."
"No. Rumia is different." Otto drank the glass of finely brewed ale and burped deeply. "I learned a lot from the high priest! Rumia, don't be nervous. Since
The high priest doesn't treat you as an outsider, so I won't either."
Rumia opened her eyes wide, unable to say anything for a moment.
Rurik hurriedly asked: "Dad, did the high priest tell you something? For example, about Rumia."
"Of course." Otto's big hand covered his son's head and caressed his son's golden and smooth hair. "You are my successor. Now, the high priest is still doing many things for you. Now there is another important thing.
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At this point, Otto sighed deeply and said seriously: "That Bona is dead."
"What?!" Rurik was startled.
Even Niya is asking: "What did you say? Poona is dead?"
"Yes, dead."
His father would not lie on such an issue, and he had no motive to lie. Rurik was very angry about Bona, and as for his cousin Arik, he wanted to kill the trespasser.
"Bona, did she drink too much and die?" Rurik asked tentatively, "Dad, you may not know that those priests drank almost all night long. They are guilty."
"Yes! That's why I executed Bona. That woman mistakenly believed that she could be above the leader and yearned for greater power. As a result, she indulged in drinking every day. So she died."
"Dad, could it be that you gave her..." Rurik felt for a moment as if a huge boulder had been pressed against his ribs, making him almost unable to breathe.
"It's been taken care of." As he said that, Otto stared at the overwhelmed Rumia: "Child, I know what the high priest expects of you. Now remember it! No matter what time, you will
He is Rurik's servant. Remember, only by following your master can you receive a steady stream of favors. That's enough! How do you think Bona died? She wanted to get something that didn't belong to her, so she died.
Do you understand it?"
Rumia nodded nervously.
Otto continued: "The high priest has great expectations for you. She does not treat you as an outsider, and I will not treat you as an outsider now. I can treat you as a daughter. You always remember that any disloyalty will lead to death.
.My daughter, eat the porridge."
At this moment, a sour feeling suddenly stimulated her nose and connected to her eyes. She was suddenly possessed by Stockholm Syndrome. Looking at the old man with beard in front of her, the feeling of fear she once had had been eliminated a lot.
She picked up the wooden spoon and replied weakly "fadere", which is an honorific term for "father".
And her performance was regarded by Otto as a symbol of loyalty.
The family got together, and now Otto could ask his son everything that had happened in the past three months.
The wheat porridge cooked by Niya was completely eaten by the family of four. Otto, who drank two large glasses of ale, was in high spirits and spoke with more enthusiasm.
"Rurik! You brat is so generous. You actually hosted a banquet for your brothers. Do you know? When I was young, I thought about having barbecue with my brothers, but we were all very poor at that time.
You can do it occasionally. Now that you are rich, you actually entertain them every day. You are very generous, but where is your capital? Let me see your money."
"Okay." Rurik also wanted to show off to his parents.
Rurik immediately lay down on the ground, invited his servant Rumia from the clutter of the other side of his family home, and the two of them worked together to pull out three suitcases in succession.
Unlike the boxes that contained his belongings before, these three boxes are all Rurik's own.
He opened the lock, and what caught Otto's eyes were three boxes of silver coins shining under the oil lamp.
Otto was shocked: "I heard that you earned ten thousand silver coins?"
"No! There are almost 20,000 coins."
In this situation, thinking about his father's resentment towards those drunken priests, Rurik had no scruples. He once again explained that he could mass-produce glassware, and would use the greed of the priests to plunder their huge sums of money.
The matter of wealth was explained clearly.
This was good, Otto finally understood. Harold Zuosen and his eldest nephew led a group of brothers to win the battle. They looted nearly 200,000 silver coins, of which 130,000 were distributed to those who returned home.
The soldiers, priest Rurik and the blacksmith made off with at least 20,000 silver coins! Just using glassware.
The soldiers went through life and death, but their sons justifiably enjoyed the benefits.
Is Otto happy? Of course he is. Even now, Otto is still deeply shocked.
In less than a year, my son has made so much money. In the foreseeable future, my son will become richer and richer.
Otto greedily touched the money belonging to his son with both hands and sighed: "Rurik, it seems you don't need me, you have become very rich."
"Dad, is this a compliment?"
"Yes. You will inherit all my wealth. Maybe you don't need my money very much. Now close the box and I will tell you some important things about money."
Otto told Rurik to sit down obediently. Now that he saw clearly the huge wealth his son had accumulated, he had to teach him some life experience, so as to save him from making possible mistakes in the future.