One day passed, and the Covins from Mechasta, a group of mercenaries sent in by Rurik, and the Ross fishermen each began to use their own skills to wildly destroy the woods near Ironburg.
What is their motivation?
It is understandable that the mercenaries and Russian fishermen were seeking financial and material rewards from Rurik.
Where are the Covin people of the Iron Squirrel Tribe? Rurik painted a pie for them: "Do your work well and make me happy. If you do well, not only will you have wheat to eat immediately, but I will also reduce the amount of your tribute next year and exchange wheat for it."
Your leather."
They were already forced by the Russian military strength, and the conditions proposed by Yurik were indeed attractive.
After nightfall, those Kewen people who were ordered to wildly destroy the forest dragged their tired bodies back inside the wooden wall.
They never thought that what awaited everyone would be a feast.
When it comes to giving rewards, it does not discount them.
During the day, Rurik sent people to take out all the uneaten wheat and let the women of the tribe pound it into oatmeal crumbs. They did not make it into flour, and they did not need it.
All the scraps are poured into a pottery urn and cooked over high fire. It is also served with chopped frozen fish meat, which turns into surimi, and is further cooked into a thick and sticky wheat porridge.
In order to increase its aroma and oil content, Rurik also ordered the mercenaries to pour a lot of lump seal oil used as fuel for oil lamps into it.
Some refined Atlantic sea salt imported from the Balmoq people makes its taste extremely attractive, and considering that this high-sugar, high-oil and high-protein meal is provided to those who have put in a lot of physical labor, leaving
Rick didn't care whether it was watered down or not, but Weng Li was extravagant enough to pour in half a pound of salt.
Another forest disappeared, and the tree trunks that were not pulled away fell to the ground in a mess.
The exhausted Kewen woodcutter admired the high efficiency of the saw. They held the wooden bowl with trembling hands and moved their spoons while looking at the extremely viscous soup in the bowl.
The leader of Rus is rewarding the Corvin people!
The Ross leader did not hesitate to pour a lot of salt!
Chief Ross fulfilled his morning promise!
Ke Wenren's eyes widened, feeling the salty feeling of happiness like heaven, and he couldn't help but be moved to tears.
In fact, they are not simply grateful to Rurik, but the Kewen tribesmen who have lived in the inland areas for generations and have only migrated to the coastal areas in recent months. Their bodies have always lacked salt. Objectively speaking, this
It also limits their combat effectiveness.
Their bodies crave a large amount of sodium chloride, so they drink salty porridge, which everyone pours into their stomachs in three or two gulps.
The meal was not over yet. Almost each of the hungry loggers ate two more smoked fishes. They gave up when their stomachs could no longer hold any more.
On boring winter nights, besides creating a new life with your wife, is there any other entertainment?
The well-fed tribal men were survivors after the battle. The former enemies actually gave them a good meal. It seemed that there would be many more days like this in the future.
They were in their own homes, sleeping soundly with their bloated bellies, not wanting to talk to their wives and concubines at all, which made the women really unhappy.
They just didn't consider that their husbands were so excited when they were cutting wood that they almost collapsed from exhaustion. They ate so much that their blood was concentrated in their stomachs, and they were busy mobilizing their digestive organs to cope with the unprecedented sugar shock in the body's owner's life. Jane
In other words, it means that the brain is relatively short of blood. Coupled with the physical exhaustion, it is a fool's dream to still be able to get up and "fight" with his wife and concubines.
It can be said that after winter, the women of the Iron Squirrel tribe have an instinctive desire to use their fertility to support the lost population of the tribe. They never feel that the tribe is Mechasta's tribe, but everyone's tribe. Women
It's just that he is a little worse than men in terms of physical strength, but in terms of his obligations to the tribe, he is no worse than men.
The logging work was still going on, and Rurik only had a small amount of wheat stored, and the remaining wheat was eaten up in an instant by a group of big eaters.
What's next? Have the army of grain transporters set off? Have the deer herders and their reindeer teams headed north?
Before they arrived, Rurik, like everyone else, had to live by eating grilled fish all day long. Fortunately, Ironburg had stored a large amount of fish, and they were now frozen hard, so there was no need to think about rotting.
What's worse is that these fish are all salmon, that is, salmon. It's really boring to eat grilled fish every day.
When Rurik was bored, he noticed something. Those tribal women were actually taking the initiative to hook up with the settled Russian fishermen.
They were actually taking the initiative to have a relationship, and this relationship was clearly illegal. They did not have a marriage relationship witnessed by the priest.
He simply went to Mechasta directly and got some news that didn't surprise him.
"Chief." Yes, Mechasta simply used the Norse vocabulary he learned to call Rurik "chief": "Don't think it's strange, in fact, these things have happened a long time ago. After the war, many people in my tribe died.
Men and women are determined not to marry their relatives, they need outside men."
"But, they are not married to each other."
"It doesn't matter."
Rurik was not surprised, and his attitude was very calm: "Don't you think your priest will intervene? Even if it is a Coven-style ceremony, it would be good."
"It doesn't matter. Chief, my tribe needs people, a lot of people. Whether they are men or women! I am happy to see the women of the tribe marry your men. Now that our lives are stable under your governance, we don't have to worry about starvation.
, get cold, and won’t worry about being attacked, so we can have more children. My tribe will be revived, and so will the larger population in the future." Mechasta hesitated for a moment, and then said calmly:
"More Steel Squirrel tribesmen will pay you more tribute. I have one more request."
"You speak."
"Your...your mercenaries. They are extremely strong. If you can..."
"Okay!" Rurik agreed without hesitation with a dull face.
"Ah? Really?"
"Of course. But you should also understand that if the child's father is a Rus, then they are not simply Covins, they are Rus. They are not slaves, but they need to pay taxes. If you are in a hurry, I will soon
You can arrange my people."
Rurik seemed to have no hesitation, but in fact he had already gone through a psychological struggle in his mind. Because Mechasta's hope and the proactive behavior of those women actually conflicted with the three fixed views in his mind.
He has been adapting to this wild but extremely real world. People or tribes will do anything to survive, and they will do anything to restore the population lost in the war. What are the morals of men and women? It seems that these are all
This is nonsense. For the Kewen Buraku people, the concept of "marriage" is very vague to them.
After all, Mechasta is a man. If the leader had been a woman, I'm afraid the entire tribe wouldn't be a truly large matriarchal clan.
Oh, at least the community of deer herders is mostly a matriarchal clan. Rurik especially remembers the rescued deer herder women, who are now generally full-bellied. As for who the father of the child is, it doesn't matter, they are all Ross anyway. Things men do.
Rurik overcame his "moral mysophobia", which was by no means a simple compromise.
If the Ross tribe wants to develop, having a larger population is the optimal solution when technology cannot significantly improve material production efficiency.
Youdao is that all problems are human problems. As long as the population is large, those things that cannot be accomplished can be accomplished.
Rurik also thought about using force to force slaves to work. The overall efficiency of this economic method is questionable, and it is also extremely high-risk.
Generally speaking, slaves are unreliable unless they are truly adopted as one of our own. Directly transforming these foreigners into Rus is a troublesome task, but their descendants can be easily transformed.
Rurik has truly understood that this is a world of the jungle, which is more direct, more violent and more unreasonable than he imagined.
The weak will be beaten, and not being beaten does not mean that it is good to remain aloof, but that the strong are busy attacking others and have no time to care about this.
Whether the mercenaries are really loyal or just for money and wheat, Rurik is more inclined to agree with the latter. If you want to win them over, simple money and food are probably not enough. Most of them just can't make it in their hometown of Mälaren. The young people who went down were mercenaries who had nothing and only had the strength to do so.
Using women to win over them is an effective method.
In this way, all parties can get what they need.
Finally, will Fort Elon-Olawa experience a baby boom next summer?
Anyway, the two major settlements, Roseburg and New Roseburg, are certain to have a baby boom next year.
The days are getting shorter and shorter, and nighttime takes up most of people's life.
The logging work is carried out every day, but the subsequent workload has been greatly reduced. Some of the towering spruce trees that were discovered were felled using the classic Viking logging technique, and a large number of bowl-shaped pine trees were cut down. Dispose of the saw.
Residents took advantage of the moonlight and aurora to use small hand axes to cut off pine and fir branches, and simply used them as fuel and threw them into the fireplace to burn.
Most of the people who do this work are women. They do it with a smile. They tie the branches with hemp ropes and put them into the small sleigh that is used for pulling. Sometimes they caress their bellies and think of happy things.
Their attitude towards the Russians had already changed. Rurik's fluent and understandable language, coupled with the feast to reward the woodcutter, made them feel more at ease.
Rurik's mercenaries all had relationships with women from Coven's Iron Squirrel tribe, and the first time was followed by the second time.
The mercenaries, who have always provided good food and drink, and done all the hard work, have completely subverted the Kewen women's perception of "what is a man."
In a difficult environment, weak women long for the protection of strong and capable men. No, a group of dew couples were born, but this dew may not dissipate so easily.
For example, the wives of the settled Russian fishermen are local Covin women.
Everyone has great expectations for next year. Regardless of men or women, the Iron Squirrel tribe is praying for a baby boom. Mechasta didn't say anything in his mouth, but he was calculating in his mind. Why fifty people will be born next year, and how many more will be born in two years?
Another fifty children were born. As long as there was enough food, the tribe could increase its population at a rate of fifty children every two years. His imagination was like a great dream in the Spring and Autumn Period. It seemed that it was not impossible for the tribe to expand to a thousand people in his lifetime.
Of course, what Rurik was praying for at this stage was either this or the long night. He felt that his mercenaries were becoming a little weak, and even Yevro was weak.
Otherwise, it's time to kill a reindeer and let them drink raw deer blood to replenish their kidneys.
What he was praying for was a group of people from Rossburg, who were deer herders driving their herds north for winter grazing, Rurik's mercenaries who were ordered to go north collectively, and a large amount of goods that were stranded in Rossburg.
It has been half a month since the terrible long snowstorm ended, and it is November 1st in the Julian calendar. There are still four full weeks before the Russian Hanukkah, but Ironburg is more affected by geography.
In fact, the polar night hours in this settlement are slightly longer than in Roseburg.
The dimensional difference between the two places is actually very small. The total polar night there only lasts for one and a half days.
The dimensions of this place are indeed very high. Due to its proximity to the sea, even if the sea has frozen, the day and night temperatures in Ellenborough are not that extreme on a clear day. The temperature during the day is indeed below freezing, and the temperature at night is basically below zero.
Around ten degrees. Unless there is another snowstorm, the temperature will suddenly drop below minus twenty degrees.
Such low temperatures are not that fatal. As long as you go out wrapped in thick fur, there will be no problem.
Since Ironburg is already a small city, basic city defense measures may seem redundant, but they are necessary.
Some people were ordered to stand guard all night, and they lit a constant bonfire at the frozen dock outside the wooden wall. They used the bonfire to keep warm, doze off, and even grilled fish that was as frozen as stone as a midnight snack.
They are also always equipped with weapons, especially sharp short spears, so that if a wandering polar bear appears, everyone can rush forward and get this unexpected surprise.
What Rurik didn't expect was that the ever-burning bonfire actually served as a lighthouse!
A group of deer herders, mercenaries, and a small group of Rosedon hunters who decided to set off early organized a team of more than a hundred people, and they all got on as many as forty sleighs of various sizes pulled by reindeer.
Pulling a batch of fodder and a large amount of wheat, they headed north along the frozen coastline.
Navigators are a group of old hunters who have participated in many winter hunts. They are experienced and best at setting traps to catch ferrets and forest cats. Being able to have such skills just proves that they have the ability to not get lost in the forest.
, most suitable as a guide.
The reindeer pulling the sleigh were carefully cultivated by the other three Kovin tribes. They were themselves tools for pulling goods. Compared with the heavy burden they had to bear on the Oulu River, the Rus and the goods were not very heavy.
The herd of deer has multiplied. There are as many as 400 big and small deer, mixed with a large number of people and goods on sleds. The deer herders headed by Alska have taken on the very important work of driving. It is they who are the most effective.
I can train the reindeer herd to be docile.
Deer herders cherish the power of their animals and will not force the reindeer to work hard. Instead, they will stop at the right time, and people will camp and rest on the spot. The reindeer will also eat the hay pulled on the sled on the spot, and even a group of dedicated sled pullers will
That batch of oats the reindeer ate.
It was really a luxury to let the deer eat oats, but Rurik reminded his father. When they arrived in Rossburg, Otto listened to Carlotta's attitude without hesitation, and got similar opinions as Rurik.
Who is Carlotta? Her Ostara tribe is good at raising cattle and sheep. There seems to be no essential difference between reindeer and cattle and sheep. If you want them to work hard, you must feed them wheat.
Luxury was truly luxurious. Otto could not forget his lack of experience. He actually forced the reindeer to walk non-stop. As a result, almost all of the more than 200 deer captured died of exhaustion and starvation on the road.
Alsaka felt that the Ross chief family cared about deer and even used fine oats as feed.
Reindeer have high digestibility and utilization of cellulose. They have obtained all the calories from oats, which shows their strong strength. The reindeer herds that continue to move quickly in winter, the speed and the wind of the long boats
There's not much difference in speed.
In fact, only three days later, that is, the third day after setting off, they had reached the northernmost coastline.
They continued to advance along the frozen coast, and night fell early. Everyone who was resting on the spot suddenly saw firelight on the ground in the distance, and everyone was no longer calm.
It's Ironburg! It's the fire of Ironburg!
Is there still time to light a campfire and have barbecue?
This team transporting supplies began their final journey, and their sudden visit during sleeping time first frightened the deer herders into thinking it was a bandit attack. After figuring out the situation, the closed wooden door was also opened.
Rurik was awakened by the noise, and he suddenly became energetic again.
Although the timing of their arrival was a little annoying, the army of supplies transporters and deer herders finally arrived.