In fact, because of his understanding of historical development, Rurik admired the "woodcut" style architecture from the Slavic people. Double-layer wooden walls with a sandwich made of soil and moss in the middle. The wooden wall itself has limited ability to keep out the cold.
However, the fillings in the interlayer, especially the dried moss, are natural insulation materials! Coupled with the traditional fireplace, the "wood carving" can maintain the warmth inside, even if the outdoor temperature is as low as minus 30 degrees Celsius.
!
In terms of its ability to withstand the cold, Rurik doesn't think that his tribe's longhouse is really better than the "Wukeng Leng". Especially the home where he was born, which is the residence of the great leader, does not even have a chimney!
Every winter, a brazier is lit at home. I am not poisoned by carbon monoxide, just because even the leader’s home is full of holes!
Rurik felt that in order to ensure the strength of the tribe, we must first maintain the sustainable growth of the tribe's population.
The laws of population growth are nothing more than three ways.
More lives, less deaths, and immigration.
The so-called slaves and servants all belong to the category of immigrants. As for having more children, Rurik feels that as long as the ordinary families in the tribe have enough financial resources to maintain their lives, they will not ruthlessly invest their limited resources in their sons and then maliciously abandon them.
daughter.
As for fewer deaths, in this era when a minor illness can kill someone, Rurik believes that as long as the tribesmen can widely use soap for cleaning, both adults and children, the chance of getting sick will be greatly reduced. But the cause of illness is a major one.
The factor is poor physical fitness.
If residents' homes are always flooded with terrible cold wind from every crack, the residents become weak and ordinary viruses can defeat the body's immune defenses.
Of course, if you tell the tribesmen about the mechanisms of these diseases, they will not understand! Maybe this is my greatest sorrow! The so-called truth is here, but they cannot understand it.
Then learn from the Novgorod people and build a warmer and more comfortable new longhouse.
Guaranteeing the comfort of housing, ensuring a stable supply of food, and the "hygiene innovation" brought about by soap. Rurik understands that in the past, poor tribesmen would freeze to death or die of winter diseases every winter. Now that
In the new winter, I’m afraid the situation won’t be worse!
Rurik has already explained his attitude to Lilia, which is to try his best to persuade Kawei and ask the tribe's most influential blacksmith to lead other blacksmiths to build a high-quality new wooden house for the family of the White Tree Manor in Novgorod.
"Lilia!" Rurik looked sincerely into the girl's eyes: "Just tell your husband to build some houses in your hometown that you remember, and tell him that only in this way will you not miss your hometown too much."
Lilia immediately felt that Rurik's decision was a good one. She also felt that she needed a reason to build a new house. Now, Rurik helped her find a reason.
"Lilia, tonight is your wedding. According to our tradition, you know it." Rurik muttered at last.
"Yes! I know it all. I am still a child now. After the evening ceremony, I will be a woman tomorrow."
Rurik nodded deeply: "Your husband is my trusted blacksmith. You will definitely live in a new house in Rossburg that looks like your hometown, and you must give Kawei more sons. Because I need
More blacksmiths, just one Kamne is not enough."
Kamne, who was forced not to say a word, finally couldn't hold it in anymore! He boldly asked: "Master, can't I still satisfy you?"
"You?!" Rurik put his small hand on Kamne's extremely thin and almost bone-less shoulder: "My child, my need for iron is never-ending. Remember, you are an apprentice under Klavason,
When you grow up, you'll have more kids around you learning to blacksmith. Look, you have to prove yourself useful to me! Otherwise, I'll kick your ass with my boots!"
Hearing this, Kamne smiled innocently.
At the same time, looking at the completely suppressed and basically cooled new glass that was still hot, Otto let out a deafening roar to vent his exclamation.
Because Klavasen's actions have completely subverted his previous understanding.
As the saying goes, seeing is worth hearing a hundred times, and this time Otto finally understood that the "crystal cup" regarded as a standard by merchants was actually made of the most ordinary sand and stone.
This is a miracle and not a miracle.
Otto's eyes subconsciously glanced at his son, who was chatting and laughing in the Novgorod language with the manservant, the girl married to the blacksmith.
"I didn't expect that you, a brat like you, could have a good conversation with everyone I met? Do you have any more novel inventions?"
Otto put aside the surprises and questions in his heart for now.
He knew the meaning of those "crystal cups". What was the difference between the so-called glass cups and crystal cups? Naturally, selling to wealthy people would yield a lot of wealth, but that was all.
The vast majority of poor people cannot buy such exquisite goods. Even a warrior could not buy a sword of exquisite workmanship.
Now, the Clavarsons are still building steel swords that can cut through ordinary iron swords! The blacksmiths of the tribe at least provide the warriors of the tribe with the possibility of becoming stronger.
Otto could estimate that if his son treated his servants well, firstly, the child might be a naturally kind-hearted person, and secondly, he might be more pragmatic.
Visiting the house that his son had given to his servants was exactly what Otto longed for.
Rurik put those nameplates into his linen pocket. He was in a good mood and his stepping posture was more heroic.
Otto's steps showed depth and vicissitudes of life. Of course, as long as this old guy wandered around the tribe, he would receive warm greetings.
But on this "inspection road", Otto noticed many unfamiliar faces.
Specifically, the faces of some strange women.
They wore simple linen clothes and hair accessories of their own tribe. There was no joy on their faces, as if they had nothing to do with leading their troops in triumph.
After some thinking, Otto figured things out.
Those women were all prisoners, plundered from Gotland by the army led by my nephew.
On the other hand, those Novgorod women who married before were all well-rounded women, and the new ones are also full of expectations for the future. The women of Novgorod have no fear and no complaints.
, no matter who you marry, life goes on as usual, and the sun in Rosberg and Novgorod is the same, and the sun rises as usual.
On the other hand, it was the houses of those with higher social status in Novgorod that Otto had always been touched by.
Now, by chance, he followed closely behind his son's confident body, not far from home, and saw clearly two special longhouses that had been built.
"Oh! Rurik! Who built such a house for you?!" The moment he saw the long house, Otto put his hands on his head and grabbed his white hair.
Rurik turned around gracefully and confidently, and a golden flash flashed across the ponytail on the back of his head.
He opened his arms and his eyes were full of pride: "Dad, this is my masterpiece. I recruited carpenters from the tribe and built it according to my requirements."
"Really? It looks just like what I saw in Novgorod..."
"How about it?"
"Exactly the same."
Rurik shrugged, "Then come with me. I hope my servants are already up."
"Haha, what if they are lazy? Maybe I will take your place and kick their butts with my boots."
Rurik wanted to laugh when he heard this, so he explained: "Don't worry." He said as he walked: "I think that among all the priestesses, Parla is not the virtuous. Her only advantage is that she has self-knowledge. This
The woman is working for me, and I have arranged for her to take care of and train my new servants."
Otto heard it very freshly, and then he thought about it. It would be difficult for those little girls brought from Novgorod to adapt to the life of the Russians instantly. Besides, what his son is most passionate about is obviously being with his 150-year-old girl.
Ten guys, doing some military drills.
There really needs to be a smart woman who can teach those little maids some things.
As Otto thought, Parla did exactly that.
Soon, Rurik saw two little girls. They were still wearing simple gray-brown linen gowns. They were struggling to walk while carrying a small bucket while avoiding water splashing out. Their movements were a bit clumsy.
, but also shows its own cuteness.
The simple leather shoes they wore completely exposed their identities.
It's the servants!
Rurik's face instantly filled with a happy smile, because with just this glance, he completely noticed that although those children were simply dressed, their whole bodies had already been transformed.
Parla definitely did something against them.
"Dad, those two girls are my servants." Rurik pointed.
"I've seen it all." Otto frowned slightly, "But they are not like this. They..."
"What's wrong?"
“It’s become much cleaner.”
"Of course." Rurik subconsciously pinched his waist, "I invented soap to make the children of our tribe clean. Especially my servants. Being dirty is an insult to me."
"Hey, is that what you think? Where are they now? You should go over and call them."
Rurik estimated that they had already started a new life as soap workers under the guidance of Parla. Making soap naturally requires water. Because of them, Parla's work must have become much easier.
"They went to my soap workshop." Rurik flicked his neck and said, "Come with me. Now the priests are unwilling to make soap, so I can only hire people to do this kind of money-making work. Dad,
The servants you gave me were very timely. I will make them qualified soap-making craftsmen and win a lot of silver coins for me."
"You..." Otto couldn't help but hold his breath, because deep down in his heart, these were not words to praise his son.
The girls he carefully selected for him are all potential girls from Baishu Manor. If they grow up healthy, they will all be beautiful women.
As for the son, he only plans to train them to be female workers? Does he not want to do anything else?
Ah, maybe it's just because my son is only eight years old, but he always has miraculous wisdom and is still a little boy.
From the soap making workshop, smoke continued to rise.
Not far from the workshop, Otto smelled a pungent smell. It was the smell of burning grease, but it was not a foul smell. Otto, who was used to eating barbecue, even aroused his appetite, and his mind instantly thought of
I got the sizzling and oily fish that was roasted on the fire, but the smell was a bit offensive.
There are already quite a few girls coming in and out.
Some of them were carrying barrels, and some were holding charcoal. A large group of little girls wore similar rough and dirty clothes, the same shoes, and even had their hair combed into exactly the same brown braids.
Their little faces looked very clean. Taken together, the image of all the girls has changed a lot.
"Dad, they are my servants." Rurik said happily.
"Really? I almost don't recognize it. Come on, let me take a good look."
Rurik arrived, accompanied by a burly old man and a plainly dressed and elegant girl wearing a huge ring on her chest.
Those little girls had vivid memories of the three people who came.
The children could not ignore the burly old man's old face, because this guy was the leader of the Rus people, the most noble man who even the head of the manor in his hometown would kowtow to.
The boy who is taller than him is his master.
The busy children could not ignore them, and with natural awe, they dropped their work one by one and rushed into the busy workshop.
The unusual behavior frightened Parla and screamed in confusion, but she still couldn't hear the girls chattering in Slavic.
Parla quickly rubbed the soap twice with her greasy hands, rinsed it in a bucket, and hurriedly walked to the door of the workshop, where she happened to meet the big boss face to face.
She hurriedly lowered her head and faced the distinguished leader with a humble attitude.
This humble woman was still a priest, but she was completely different from those drunken fools. Her humility made Otto very happy.
After a brief exchange of greetings, Otto saw with his own eyes the specific conditions of soap making. Making soap itself is not difficult, the trouble is that the whole process is always accompanied by greasiness and dirt. Ordinary tribesmen disdain to carry out these labors, Otto feels
, they would rather spend money to buy finished products, even if they have to pay a very high amount of money.
Otto knew how soap was made very early on from his son's description.
What he understood was that since the priests had given up their work, the Ross tribe's craftsmanship in making high-end cleaning tools such as soap was completely monopolized by his son. She, Parla, was squeezed out, and she was the first to completely obey her son's arrangements.
Priestess.
Thinking of this, Otto's eyes had to look at Rumia again, this miracle girl who was abducted by him all the way.
Can a deer herder become a high priest?
Indeed, the ancestors did not stipulate that the high priest of the tribe must be from the same tribe. Since Vilia supports Rumia, let's give it a try.
"Parla!" Rurik, who was standing outside, ordered: "Kick out all the children hiding in the house. Do they hate me?"
Parla immediately hurriedly explained, and her words were full of praise for them: "Rurik, they started working after eating the dried meat. Maybe they are... afraid of the big leader."
"Me? I'm a terrible person." Otto felt aggrieved and shook his head: "That's fine, my son is their master. I'll just sit aside and rest."
After that, Otto blinked hard at his son and walked away with a smile.