It can be said that people in this time and space always lack strong stimulation of taste, which makes everyone unable to stop when they get some kind of strong stimulation, and they are eager to enjoy it all the time.
Human beings are like this, and people in Northern Europe are no different. Everyone is always going further and further in the pursuit of excitement.
The pursuit of spirits is one thing, and the same mechanism applies to the days in the future when you can't live without coffee and chili peppers.
So, why do Germans like extremely bitter dark beer? The residents of the Frankish Kingdom also brewed a variety of ales. As a result, the East Frankish Kingdom was very good at brewing rye into beer, and then processed it through deep brewing and freezing.
The alcohol content of dark beer can be processed to 8°.
This degree is already astonishing. In order to obtain the ecstasy, German residents adapted to the bitterness of dark beer and described it as a unique and mellow taste.
Of course, rye is brewed and processed. Novgorod residents have learned to brew leftover rye bread into a uniquely fragrant and lightly sweet alcoholic beverage. That is kvass, but its production
, in reality it is even rarer than brewing ale.
The reason is also very simple. Even if the Novgorod people have always known the art of brewing ale, and even more creatively invented the ability to brew kvass, they only suffer from the fact that food is too precious, and they rarely waste wheat like this.
Once he experienced the spicy stimulation from high alcohol in his dull life, Otto's brain was stimulated by this stimulation, and it also had the legendary status of "Wine of Valhalla".
Otto, he now feels that the wine he drank before was all stuff...
Simply weak burst.
The distilled wine, surprisingly, has been processed by Rurik's so-called processing technology to remove most of the substances that are extremely harmful to the human body. The alcohol is accompanied by the unique fragrance of oats, and it smells extremely comfortable.
It's spicy at the moment of entry, and it feels a little painful in the mouth. When it enters the stomach, it feels warm all over the body. Has Otto ever received such stimulation in his life?!
But the stimulus still needs to go further.
Otto was greedy for a drink. He really liked this magical wine. He had not yet realized the consequences of drinking it all. Now he just wanted to drink up all the fruits of the afternoon in the blacksmith shop.
When the glass was filled again, there was almost no drop left in the big glass bottle.
"Dad, don't be in a hurry to drink." Liuli said, holding his old father's lapel.
"Oh? You want to drink a little too?"
"No! You put the cup on the ground, I..." Halfway through his words, Rurik turned around and ran into the stove that was often burned for smelting iron. After a while, he came back with a small burning stick.
.
"What is this going to do?" Otto asked.
Even more confused were Klavasen and Kawei.
Rurik just squatted down. He didn't say anything. He just lightly touched the burning stick to the glass, and the entire mouth of the glass ignited into a ball of fire!
The blue flames made Clavarson sit on the ground in shock!
Kawei and his wife Lilia who were watching were so shocked that their lips trembled.
Otto had never seen such a miracle. He changed his mind and even rubbed his eyes before sitting on the ground, holding his breath and looking at the flames that continued to dance in the cup.
The only person here who is happy to bloom is Rurik!
"A miracle! What a miracle! Rurik, is this a miracle that can only be found in Valhalla?!" Otto's expression was like that of a child. Everyone can feel that this old guy has experienced something unprecedented.
Stimulate.
How to respond?
For a while, it was impossible to understand the burning of alcohol. Rurik simply said: "It is the miracle of Valhalla. Yes, I got the revelation in a dream. I learned that the wine in Asgard is like this."
Yes, now that we have made it in the mortal world, we Russians only need to use the tools we made to achieve similar drinking enjoyment."
"Is...is that so?" Otto didn't think Rurik's words were lame, but rather they should be a solid truth.
What Otto did next also surprised Rurik, so he drank the "burning wine" in one gulp.
Yes, I think the name of my tribe is "Russ", a tribe that is very wild from the beginning!
The Russians, as well as their Slavic descendants, are many madmen who dare to drink extremely strong drinks.
However, when it comes to drinking spirits, Rurik firmly believes that only the Orientals are the heroes in this regard. Because the data does not lie, in the world a thousand years later, it is actually the Orientals who consume the highest amount of spirits per capita.
The vodka that is distilled and concentrated to 96° is the base liquor. Ordinary people drink it diluted to 40° or even 38°. In addition, in order to eliminate the unpleasant taste of dryness and bitterness in the wine, add some vodka into it.
Focus on birch juice, lemon juice and honey, or something else.
It can be said that from the beginning, vodka has been specially prepared for cocktails.
Rurik was in a very excited mood, and the burning flames fully proved one thing - this was real liquor!
He knows the lower limit of alcohol burning concentration, which is roughly 41°.
Dilute the alcohol with pure water, and when the concentration is stuck at this point, the wine can be used as a burning agent, and he can estimate the lower limit of the alcohol content of his distilled wine.
The excitement lingered in Rurik's face, and his expression even became a little ferocious, so he threw the slow-burning stick and encouraged Otto, who was also extremely excited.
"Dad! Maybe this is the fire wine of Valhalla. Drink it and I think you will be full of strength." Rurik deliberately encouraged.
"Power? Like becoming younger? Great!"
Otto's old face was already a little red. It was not because of the alcohol, but it would take some time for the alcohol's strength to be felt.
Otto was simply excited now, holding the cup with the flames in his hands.
What am I doing?
A burning glass of water?
No, this is wine!
I... am actually drinking burning wine from a crystal cup. Is this a miracle that can only be found in Valhalla?
At the critical moment, Otto hesitated for a while, and finally took a sip of the burning liquor in full view of everyone.
For this reason, his huge beard was scorched by the flames, and the moment the hot wine entered his mouth, he felt like a legendary monster, a snake that could breathe fire.
The wine that had been heated by the flames entered his stomach again. Otto ignored his beard that was burnt into powder and hurriedly wiped his mouth with unfinished content, feeling the warmth in his belly.
He looked at his son tenderly and put a big hand directly on his head: "What a good wine! I really...can't explain how I feel now. Rurik, I really have you."
"Dad, do you like it?" Rurik raised his head and asked knowingly.
"I like it! Of course I like it! I have decided now that I will need more, and I will drink this every day."
The old father became an alcoholic in an instant? To be honest, Rurik was surprised by Otto's change in attitude.
Otto looked deeply at Klavasen, who also had a beard, and it was obvious that he was talking to this old guy.
Klavason panicked, a little confused: "Chief, as long as it is your order, of course I will do it. However, I have to tell you that in order to get the...enjoyed alcohol that you just enjoyed, your piece of
The barrel of ale is half gone."
"Huh? How is that possible?!" Otto's eyes widened in anger.
Rurik immediately explained: "Dad, this is a fact. Just like iron ore, there are too many useless slags."
"Oh? In other words, I spent ten silver coins to buy a bottle of ale, but in the end I could only drink three glasses of it from this glass?"
"Exactly." Clavassen nodded, "But perhaps, distinguished leader, you can cope with such consumption. But you must provide me with enough ale."
"That's no problem." Otto's big eyes that had just been staring narrowed again. At this moment, he didn't realize that due to the corrosive effect of alcohol, his spirit had become more and more emotional, and even his body movements had changed.
It was a bit exaggerated, and his voice gradually became closer to a roar.
When he looked like this, the Clavarsons felt majestic.
Only Rurik understood the changes in this old guy best - the drunkenness had finally begun to set in.
Otto was still savoring the taste of strong wine. He looked at his son and muttered: "Alcohol? Is this the name of your wine? It really doesn't sound good. Rurik, give me a better name. It must be smooth.
.”
A good name, are there any other options?
"It's called vodka."
"vodka? It sounds pretty good." Otto didn't delve into the meaning of this word. He thought it was at least easy to pronounce.
But Rurik deeply felt that vodka must not just be the name of a drink from the beginning. It is a culture and a symbol, and it must become one of the symbols of the Russian people!
It is best for other tribes and groups to think of Rus when they think of vodka.
Rurik continued: "Dad, in order to make this vodka, I used ten silver coins worth of ale, and now it has been made into a flammable vodka. I think there is no problem in increasing the price ten times."
"Ten times? One hundred silver coins?" Otto was surprised.
"Yes! We can use it to make money, make a lot of money, and we will be richer because of this. The premise is that we must get a lot of ale. Dad, if we Russians want to become strong, we not only need more warriors, but also
A lot of money! A lot of money. Dad, I leave it to you to get the ale. I beg you to buy all the ale from the merchants who live here in a short time."
Otto didn't think much and nodded hurriedly: "Okay! The good things are all ours."
Rurik's words were actually meant for Klavasen. The old guy knew that he would get another opportunity to make a lot of money, so he smiled and said nothing.
What does Klavasen think? This old blacksmith has learned the art of making glass containers and even glass bottles. Now even the art of distilling spirits has been learned through practice. Glassware is expensive, and so are spirits. Both
Combined together, it is inevitable to make big money.
Otto told Klavasen that he would come to pick up the distilled vodka at noon tomorrow.
As the night went on, Otto felt more and more that something was wrong with his body. He felt that he was too tired. Rurik explained in a concise and concise manner that he was drunk.
Otto held his son's hand, his huge body now swaying.
He muttered endlessly with his remaining consciousness, all praising the beauty of strong drinks.
"Vodka is a good thing. Drinking a small glass will make you feel happy, but drinking too much will make you sleepy. Dad, do you think you only drank a glass and a half? You almost drank more than half of the barrel of ale!"
"Are...are there that many? Not to mention, the last time I felt like this was after drinking a barrel of ale."
Does the old father still have such an experience? Rurik himself does not know it. Maybe this so-called bragging is actually the old guy's reminiscence of his youth.
Otto did not lie. He did have a beer belly and a huge belly. However, due to the need for combat and weapon fighting, his clothes were always restrained by belts. The leather armor and chainmail armor he wore during battle made Otto look even more naked.
It looks like he has tons of muscles.
He also has a large appetite, and when he was young, he could easily eat a roasted lamb. As for drinking ale, as long as he is diligent enough, it is normal for him to drink an oak barrel of wine.
Maybe this is the power of genes.
The Rurik family in history were all big wine barrels, and it seemed that people with this bloodline also inherited a huge amount.
Rurik had not yet realized that his still weak body was endowed with the fighting power of a "six-pound brother".
Otto, he held his son's hand and finally touched the door of his home. He didn't even say hello to the guys who were chatting with him. He really wanted to lie down on his animal skin mattress and enjoy the body feeling like his soul was floating.
It can be said that he walked into the house only by his own willpower. If he slacked off during the process, he would lie on the ground and fall asleep.
Niya had never seen her husband in such a miserable state.
Wait? How embarrassing?! She felt that her husband was obviously enjoying it.
Otto's face seemed to be coated with a layer of cinnabar, and his body was sweating rapidly.
His dazed appearance shocked Niya, and also surprised Rumia, who was sewing animal skin clothing with a steel needle.
A drunken husband makes his wife most indignant, and what happened next was not at all what Rurik expected.
Niya was cursing, but in the end she spread the leather mattress for him herself and helped Otto lie down, who was all flaccid.
But at this moment, Otto was just saying some incomprehensible words. What about souls going to heaven, about the beautiful scenery of Valhalla, and so on.
"Rurik, what happened to your father?" Niya interrogated Rurik without exception.
"This...he is drunk."
"Drunk? How many barrels of ale has he drank?!"
"Not a few barrels. I just drank the vodka I made..."
It’s such a strange word. It’s not like Niya didn’t know what her son was doing these days: “So, you succeeded? After you succeeded, you asked your father to try?”
Rurik shrugged helplessly: "He is a man after all, and men will always try exciting things."
"Oh! That's crazy." Niya rolled her eyes and then glared at Rurik: "You are also a man, you'd better not do this. You must always remember that when you become like this, there are at least
A woman must help."
"Of course. Rumia, she will help me." Rurik said casually.
"Her? Forget it, she's just a servant." Niya's words were slightly contemptuous, but her eyes did not notice Rumia's suddenly slightly red face.
"Maybe." Rurik sat down and approached his head maid Rumia. "Mom, I'm hungry."
"Okay, I'll get you some meat to eat."
Rumia is not so much a servant as Niya, the leader's wife, is an old woman. It was Otto who had his own understanding of life. He himself did have thoughts of having a group of wives and concubines. As he got older, this
This thought has disappeared a lot, and now it has completely disappeared.
If Otto could still retain a trace of this thought, now it was really washed away by the hot liquor.
What good is a woman? She is not as good as the vodka created by her son.
Otto fell into a long-lost hangover. He felt that his soul was just imprisoned in an aging body. Because of the strong alcohol, he felt that he was really flying up to the sky.
Otto began to sleep soundly. It was late at night. After serving this old guy, Niya came over with some anxiety and slept with her husband.
What made Niya particularly happy in her life was that her husband had not betrayed her. However, her two sons died unexpectedly one after another, and her heart was broken!
It was also at that time that she felt that she had failed her husband, and boldly suggested that Otto find another young woman to give birth to a son who was expected to inherit the position of leader.
Otto disagreed, and two months later, Niya, who was really quite young, found out that she was pregnant again. Half a year later, the miraculous Rurik was born.
His father's snoring bothered Rurik. If his new home was completed now, he wouldn't have to suffer like this anymore.
But my mother was almost immune to snoring. The old couple slept together huddled together. It was obvious that even if they had great wealth, they regarded each other as great wealth.
Where is Rurik's wealth? Now, there is a Rumia and a large team of servants. They are not maids, they are all talents. In this era, talents are wealth, or in other words, they are the ones who create wealth.
source.
Rurik moved the bedding to Rumia, who was locked in the corner, and really surprised the maid.
The girl felt a little excited, as if her younger brother needed the care of her older sister.
"Masta, aren't you still asleep?"
"I can't sleep. I just want to talk to you now."
"Okay. Come on." Rumia got up, and under the moonlight, she laid out a blanket for her "brother" quite naturally.
Because of the previous conversation, Rumia became more aware of her importance to Rurik.
However, deep down in her heart, she really wished that the great leader of the Russian people would die in a coma. Rumia would never forgive Otto, but she was only grateful and dependent on Rurik. It was this friendship that forced her to
Accepting herself as an existence similar to her daughter, she completely recognized Otto's majesty on the surface and forced herself to accept her current fate.
It would be best if Otto fainted, then Rurik would be able to take over as leader immediately.
Rumia thought innocently.
She also thought of other things. When Rurik came to her side, her eyes looked at the moon in the sky through the gap in the wooden window: "A person will die if he drinks too much wine. Wine can bring happiness.
It can also eliminate some worries. That's how Bona died, and the priests almost ruined everything because of wine."
"Sister, is this your opinion?" Rurik was a little excited.
"Maybe the leader drank a lot, right?"
"It's not much, there are as many as three oak cups. But each cup is the essence of the wine."
"So, you made it just to please the chief? Is it worth it?"
"There is still money, a lot of money," Rurik said.
"But you are not short of money at all."
"It's not just money. I'm making the best wine so that it can be a medicine that can help injured people never worry about fever. It can even be used as a weapon. The best wine can burn, it
It’s even okay…”
Anyway, in the quiet night with nothing to do, Rurik did some popular science on alcohol.
Rumia seemed to understand, and she clearly felt her little master's excitement.
She looked at the moonlight and said with a sigh of relief: "Okay, if you say it is good, it is good. Masta, I will do anything for you. I will even..."
"Don't think too much. Be my servant." Rurik responded coldly, but he had already guessed a lot in his heart.
After all, Rumia is now a girl in every sense of the word, while she is still a thin child.
It is also true that as a child, before he becomes the leader, he still has a lot of time to do some weird things, which will ultimately bring great benefits to himself and his loyal tribesmen.