A mere 80,000 pounds of grain was just the beginning. The grain trade itself was the largest traded item in the entire Siiya Tribal Alliance and even in the entire sea area. Gould just wanted to gather more grain and transport it all to Fort Ross. He couldn't help but
I speculate that if I emptied my family's resources to collect food in August, even Rurik wouldn't have enough money to afford it!
This matter is not a problem either.
Food! It is used for eating and making wine. It can be stored for many years without spoiling.
Gould estimated that he could build a new home in Fort Ross and a large granary. In this way, Rurik could slowly buy food from himself. By then, it would probably be more than just Rurik.
The entire Rus tribe will also buy food from themselves.
After all, the size of the Ross tribe who has settled in Rossburg is not much smaller than the core settlement of Mälaren. The leader of the Ross tribe is now keen on arranging a marriage with Novgorod in the east, so that the future Ross tribe
It should be able to surpass the Melalen tribe. Whether the Ross people can become the new alliance leaders, Gould cannot make an accurate estimate. The only thing he can be sure of is that he can get the development dividends of the Ross people.
There is a better market there among the Russians, and because he has established an increasingly close relationship with the local leader, this relationship will bring a better future to his family. At that time, it will not only be more money.
Already.
Gould began to have beautiful fantasies. The more he fantasized, the more he wanted to caress his goods and immerse himself in happiness.
It was late at night, and the mercenaries smoothed out the ruts left by the wheat carts in the empty field, and they fell asleep one after another.
Gould no longer lingered with the two maids, and he did not even have time to talk to his other five wives, nor did he want to talk to his children.
He was alone, holding an oil lamp, stroking the large amount of wheat he bought during the day in his warehouse.
A figure walked into him quietly.
"Yevlo, haven't you rested yet?"
The mercenary captain Yevluo hurriedly said respectfully: "Oh, sir, I am your servant. I must closely guard your goods. I am here for routine inspection."
"Your loyalty reassures me. Now, let's sit down and talk."
They were all his own goods. Gould didn't mind the dirtyness of the sacks at all, so he randomly found a sack and sat down on it.
He put the oil lamp on the ground and patted the seat on the right: "Jevlo, sit next to me."
"Sir, is this okay?"
"It will be over as soon as I let you come over!"
"As commanded."
The young Jevro is the only strong man. He is from the Finn tribe. Although he has not developed the bear-like appearance of the traditional Vikings, he has mastered many flexible fighting skills when fighting.
He always wears a piece of leather armor, and always hangs his sword on his waist. A hemp rope ties his forehead to restrain his curly short hair.
Jevro sat down, looking cautious.
"Sir, are there any new orders?"
Hearing this, Gould let out a long sigh: "Let's not talk about this for now. Look!" Gould pointed to his own goods: "These are wheat, they are all wheat they plundered from tribal farmers. These wheat,
I will transport it all to Rossburg and sell it to the Ross people."
"yes."
He pointed to another pile of goods: "That's full of soapa, a kind of treasure with sulfur added, which can wash away all dirt. That was invented by Rurik of Rus. I will sell these and make a profit
A great fortune."
"There is another pile of fur goods," Jevlo added.
"Father goods are also made by the Russians. But this year, I can make a huge sum of money by selling all the soapas. In the autumn, we will transport the wheat to the Russians, and Rurik will pay me a huge sum of money."
At that time, I can import another batch of soupa, and I will become richer next year."
Gevro listened carefully, and it sounded like the person who could bring wealth to his master was "Rurik of Rus".
"Rurik? That's a businessman?"
"Businessman?" Gould chuckled, and patted Jevro's muscular back with his big hand. "My child, that Rurik is a businessman, but he is not a businessman either."
"So, who is he?"
"Oh, of course he is the next leader of the Rus' people. He is a man of God who has been blessed by God, although Rurik is only an eight-year-old child."
"What? That Rurik is only eight years old?! Only eight years old? Master, then those soapas..."
"That's him! And the sword I sold. It's a magic sword that can cut off everything. It was forged by Rurik's wisdom given to the local blacksmith. For you..." Gould turned sideways
Looking into the eyes of this loyal servant, his hands gradually pinched Jevro's neck.
"Sir, do you have any... orders? I am your sword, and I will do anything for you."
"My sword?" Gould smiled bitterly and shook his head. Then, he raised his head and looked up at the beams of the warehouse. His empty eyes looked at the shadows on the roof that were swaying under the weak flame of the oil lamp.
Gould's thoughts couldn't help but go back to a long time ago. "Yevlo, you were still a child at that time. I gave you the possibility to live, and you also did many things for me. It was I who raised you.
I trained you to be a warrior. You are like my son, but you are not my son."
"grown ups……"
"How I wish my sons could have a body like yours, but they are more interested in eating and drinking, and they will eventually be as obese as me. Now, I have taught my sons how to do business. Business matters ultimately depend on
Their self-struggle. I made an agreement with Rurik with the Russians. Our era of Onkras is over. From now on, our family will be protected by the Russians.
I am already old, and perhaps my life will soon come to an end. Whether my sons can carry forward the wealth I have accumulated throughout my life is their business. And you!"
"My lord?" Jevro asked alertly.
"You are the token of my agreement with Rurik. Yevluo, you have to leave me, and you have to serve a new master."
Hearing this, Jevlo's heart felt as if a sword had been pierced through it.
Jevro stood up in a hurry, half-knelt in front of Gould, and almost kicked over the oil lamp.
"Sir, is it because of my poor service?"
"No. If you were my son, I would be very happy, but unfortunately you are not. Since you want to be my sword, that's fine. I want to give you to Rurik, and you make Rurik's sword.
Serve Him and be loyal to Him.”
"Sir!" Jevro suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of regret and confusion.
More than ten years have passed, and Jevro has forgotten the faces of his biological parents. When he was young, he was kidnapped by a group of pirates and sent to the Malaren market. Or because of his rebelliousness, he
There is no buyer.
Only Gould, this man did not taboo anything.
Gould, what he needed at that time was not a "talking animal", but a loyal and personal warrior. Due to this need, Gould gave Jevlo some care and love.
Not much but just right.
From Gould, Jevlo has gained a considerable amount of wealth over the years, and he has also developed martial arts skills that can fight ten enemies with one person.
Today, Gould's home in the Onkras tribe, and the commander-in-chief of the mercenary guards is Jevro.
This trust and care has completely transcended the relationship between master and servant.
In Javro's heart, Gould has become almost a father-like presence.
Gould was never the real father. Times have really changed...
"Are you depressed?" Gould asked deliberately.
"No, it's your order, I will do it well."
"Your voice is a little low, and you are still depressed. Yevlo, you are already twenty-five years old, and many men have already had two children by this time. Do you plan to give everything for me? When I die of old age,
You want to die for me? Don’t be stupid!"
"I...I do."
"Shut up!" Gould's big hand suddenly covered Jevlo's fluffy head, "You should have a better piety. I can't give it to you, but Rurik can. That is a person with infinite possibilities.
My child is also a very reasonable child. Rurik is not only a person blessed by God, but also a virtuous and good man. And you, be his guard captain and protect his safety. I have already talked to Ross
We made an agreement that when autumn comes to Roseburg, I will no longer be your master."
Gould said it to death, and his words also reached Javlo's heart.
Rurik? Is that a magical child? The owner made such wild claims about the child that Yevlo was doubtful. Looking at the piles of goods in the warehouse, it was obvious that the owner was serious.
Tonight's night talk made Yevlo's mind very confused. He returned to his independent small house, lay on his own leather mat, and rested his head on his hands without sleeping all night.
In Onkras, as Gould's mercenary captain, Jevro had great power at a young age.
For example, Jevlo is personally responsible for the security of the entire "Wooden Castle". He has held on to this power since he was twenty years old and defeated other mercenaries under Gould's command through internal competition.
Want to be a servant of Rurik the Rus? The future is full of unknowns.
Time passed in peace like this.
In ancient times, life in rural areas was always extremely slow-paced.
At the end of April, the Russian expeditionary force made a sneak attack on Gotland. However, it was already in May that the news of the attack on Gotland reached the areas around Lake Malaren!
It was in late May that a traveling merchant from the Mellaren tribe was selling iron farm tools. He set up a stall under a big tree and chatted with bored farmers about distant stories. Gotland was
Attacked! Some traveling merchants claimed that the Melalen tribe was responsible. After all, only the Melalen tribe could organize a powerful force to avenge the previous armed battles.
And more traveling businessmen insisted that it was the Russians who did it.
The news reached the Gould family, and the entire family's public opinion was moved by the Russians' righteous deeds.
What this means is crystal clear.
At his own home, Gould held a pleasant family dinner, and then rewarded the two women with beautiful clothes and some jewelry made of silver, just like the last three of his five wives.
The status of the two maids has been upgraded! However, in order to be promoted to wives, they must give birth to a son for Gould. Regarding this matter, Gould is always very trustworthy and responsible. Even if they give birth to a daughter a year later,
Gould did not dislike it, but asked the two maids to speak again as soon as possible until they gave birth to a son.