The Avora is the most dreamy ship in the port. The entire Balmok tribe, and even people living in remote areas, rowed their boats to stop and visit.
Being watched by thousands of people, the people still living on the boat were in a very bad mood.
Rurik was away, and all the Balmoks disembarked. Yevlo naturally became the manager of the ship, and everyone wanted to disembark. However, without Rurik's direct order, everyone still had to stick to the ship and stay tight.
Looking at a warehouse of goods.
Finally, Rurik suddenly appeared accompanied by Nolen personally.
She naturally took Rurik's arm and, escorted by a group of well-dressed maids, approached the crowded pier.
The tribesmen naturally moved out of the way. They had been talking about the big ship, but now thousands of eyes were staring at Rurik's handsome face.
Is that a Russian noble? What a beautiful boy. Those rumors are true. The leader really betrothed his little daughter to this Russian!
Rurik heard some wonderful discussions, and he laughed without saying a word and had no intention of talking to them.
Seeing that the boss finally appeared, Yevluo, who was leaning on the side of the ship, shouted almost pleadingly: "Sir, when are we going to get off the ship? With this ship's cargo, we..."
"You should disembark now! Put down the rope ladder first, and then carefully move the goods down. We will build a temporary shop here."
At this point, Rurik also announced loudly in front of the onlookers Balmok people: "Friends of Balmok! Bring your salt, your silver coins, and do business with me! This is supported by your leader
."
Not only that, Nolen also made the exact same announcement, and her description was even more descriptive than Rurik's.
Look at this situation, are the Russians really going to sell their goods?
Everyone has been gearing up for a long time. There is a saying among the tribes that the Russians need salt. It seems that for them, salt is currency. People began to leave in a hurry. This caused a chain reaction and the dock became empty in a short period of time.
Rurik shrugged, he was a little dumbfounded.
"Nolen, your people run so fast."
The girl smiled: "Everyone needs foreign businessmen so much. They all go home to get valuable things, and they will all come back soon."
"This is a good thing. Now, I have to wait for your brother to bring all the brothers over."
Chief Magnut was still sleeping soundly. It was obvious that yesterday's joy was accompanied by strong wine. It was almost noon and he was still sleeping.
As early as the morning, while he was a guest for dinner, Rurik discussed with Biyoni and Floki about opening up the business.
Everything is being implemented in an orderly manner according to everyone's plan.
This was an "expedition" with strong exploratory significance. Rurik determined a route from Rossberg Fjord to Narvik Fjord. The amount of supplies carried by the Avroula on the first voyage was not very large, of course.
, the "a lot" here means that for an ordinary long ship, the cargo capacity can only be described as "amazing".
The Balmok tribe is located in a fjord. Although the local area has good mountain forest resources and amazing fishery resources, some very important livelihood supplies are really scarce.
Biyongni even described that his people could not even get clay for making pottery. What was even worse was the lack of iron ore. Of course there was iron ore in the mountainous areas, but the blacksmiths found that the iron ore in their hometown was inferior to that of other people.
The clan is really too bad.
"Balmok people! I learned that you are very short of silver coins! No problem, every pound of salt in your hands is equivalent to ten silver coins. You can use salt to buy my goods!"
As soon as this statement came out, people's negative emotions changed instantly. Those most ordinary people, they never thought that the salt in their hands was so valuable to the Russians?
The Russians like the salt of Balmok, and Rurik salt has the same currency properties as silver coins. Narvik currently lacks hard currencies such as gold and silver, and what they can get is indeed a large amount of salt, even if
After obtaining a pile of precious metals, Rurik still wanted to obtain a large amount of salt from the Balmoks.
\u001fBoth parties have a strong desire for trade, and a hot barter transaction took place at the dock.
To avoid confusion, Rurik asked all buyers to line up.
Queuing up to buy something? What a strange behavior.
While ordinary people were inexplicably indifferent, representatives of the big families who realized that this was a major buying opportunity quickly lined up with salt and silver coins.
"Yes, it seems that you also have the most basic organization." Rurik and Nolen were already standing on the high side of the ship, looking at the people lined up at the dock.
He looked far away, and it was obvious that most of the Balmoks had lost the opportunity to buy goods, even though they still had a large amount of salt in their hands.
The transaction is proceeding stably, and its stability is staggering.
Rurik took a closer look and saw that the people queuing up were more neatly and decently dressed, and their money was generous.
Some people are busy buying wheat, and some people mainly buy leather. The price of ironware is very expensive, and some people still buy multiple pieces.
Rurik stared intently at a man who bought about twenty iron tools and left. It was this man who had just arrived carrying a sack of salt and a small bag of silver coins. He saw that this guy was carrying a bag full of iron tools.
The iron sacks were handed over to another group of people, and all the axes and spearheads were handed over to a man with a gray beard wearing leopard fur.
"Nolen." Rurik pointed, "That man."
"who?"
"The man wearing leopard fur, that is, the leather is full of black spots. Is he a very noble person in your tribe?"
"He?" Nolen couldn't help but widen his eyes, and his face showed caution: "Yes."
"He is indeed a noble man. He knew that I needed a lot of salt, so he took the salt with him to buy my most valuable goods. I really gained a lot today." Rurik pinched his waist, immersed in the ecstasy of a dumping sale.
I couldn't think too much at the moment.
Nolen held Ririk's arm tightly: "He is Osten, the owner of Washebi (the lowland farm on the western coast). He is very powerful and is very popular in the competition for the leader."
The girl's words deeply reminded Rurik: "Wonderful man. What next?"
"He gave up."
"Why? Maybe..." Rurik hurriedly stared into Nolen's eyes, "He sold me a lot of ironware today. Do you know? Those are better products than ordinary ironware, and they will not rust when placed in water.
Magical iron."
These words were very unfamiliar to Nolen.
Rurik continued: "That man's actions may not be simple. Is he buying weapons? Is he organizing an army? Does he have ambitions..."
Nolen understood clearly this time, and she hurriedly shook her head: "No. My father's position as leader was recommended by everyone. In fact, anyone can take this position, but the leader wants to negotiate with those greedy guys in Bergen.
My father is willing to do this kind of thing for everyone."
"Then this Ostin..."
"Osten, and his son Geiger, his family feels that just raising some sheep in Washoby and doing salt fishing is still a poor life. He feels that our fjords will not freeze except in winter.
It’s absolutely useless outside.”
"So he wants to walk out? Leave the port?"
"Maybe. I don't know the specifics, but there is only one thing I know."
"What's up?"
The girl finally sighed softly: "Many young men don't like our harbor. They all want to go out and make a living. Aren't my two brothers the same? Many men went to Bergen in the south to work for the local lords.
Where are the mercenaries?"
"That Ostein, does he want to take his entire family and move to a beautiful place to settle down forever?"
In this regard, Nolen said nothing. But Rurik felt that he had fully understood what Ostein was thinking.
"Nolen."
"Um."
"Let's get off the boat. I want to talk to Ostan first. I'm going to be a guest at his home. Maybe he won't mind."
"Of course." Nolen nodded: "Dad asked me to take you around the entire fjord. If we are visiting Washobi, Osten will definitely agree."
"Okay! You will lead the way."
"Ah, this..." The girl suddenly thought: "Take Floki with you. He has a good relationship with Osten's youngest son Esbjorn."
"That's fine."
Rurik intended to visit the old guy in Osten, but Biyoni was skeptical at first. The relationship between his sister and Rurik was extremely close, and Biyoni was very happy, but the fjord where the Balmoks were located was very large, and besides
It is already afternoon. Is it appropriate for Rurik to visit Washoby Farm now?
Seeing the boy's firm attitude, Biyongni had no choice but to recruit two trustworthy brothers, and then pushed his brother Floki forward. These three people acted as the best guides.
Rurik also had to do some superficial work. He changed into a Russian uniform and brought three elite mercenaries, including Yevro.
The strong warriors protected Rurik as he left the noisy trading scene. Rurik no longer had to worry about trade matters. After all, the result of the trade, the "salt", would be transported to the cabin as soon as possible.
He, Nolen and others left as quietly as possible, and soon they caught up with Ostein who was chatting and laughing with his guys at another small pier.
A man wearing a strange blue-striped white robe appears!
Several guys immediately shut up, and then subconsciously guarded their financial backer Ostein.
Completely different from his buddy's cautious attitude, Osten simply pushed away his men. Although he didn't know what happened, the leader Magnut's son and daughter, as well as the Russian Rurik, obviously had some important things to do before running away.
to here.
Osten opened his arms in good faith and walked straight towards Rurik.
"Friends who have come from afar, it seems that something is destined to happen between you and me. Ah, looking at you up close, you are really a beautiful boy."
When Rurik gently took off his hat, Floki shouted very simply: "Uncle Osten, my brother Rurik wants to talk to you about something. He wants to be a guest at your home."
"Being a guest?"
Rurik raised his head, with a smile on his face, and then asked the sharp question: "It seems that the real heroes cannot stand the cramped fjords. A rising army wants to conquer distant and rich lands. As their
New wonderful home.”
As soon as he said this, Osten fell silent.
Who could not love a boy with a handsome face, well-dressed but also exuding a heroic spirit? The moment Osten inspected the axes and spearheads he purchased, he realized that he had clearly gotten a big deal. Why? He
I did an experiment with my own sword, and unexpectedly, with a simple chop, my sword blade had dents, while the ax blade was perfect as new.
He wanted to have some more polite words with Rurik, and he was willing to let these people come to his home.
Things are getting weird now.
Osten's face tightened: "You... Rurik of Rus. Do you know me?"
"I don't know. But, I know your desire, and your desire is also my desire."
"My desire?" Osten's serious face gradually revealed an intriguing smile.
Rurik responded with the same smile: "Do you really think that we Russians are just here to do business? I said, what you desire is also what I desire."
Osten nodded, then faced the sea and let out a long sigh, and sighed in the deep voice of an old man: "Maybe you are a messenger sent by God. Maybe you will help my family realize my lifelong wish. Come on, noble one."
Rurik, I invite you to come to my home."
Who knows what the two riddlers, one big and one little one, are talking about? Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the conversation between the two has established some kind of tacit understanding that is difficult to explain.
Soon, Rurik and others got on the Osten family's rowing boat heading for the Washoby Farm.