Bona's hands were perfectly cleaned, the water on her hands was dried by the charcoal fire, and her hands quickly became dry again.
Where are the greases? They’re gone!
Bona had never experienced anything like this in her life. She started jumping up and down and yelling.
"Rurik, what's going on? Haha? Where's the oil? It's all gone. Where did they go?"
Rurik originally wanted to say that the oils and fats were all taken away by the hydrophilic base of the soap, but they would not understand it.
He pointed at the turbid water in the tub: "The grease is in the water, it just becomes different. Bona, now your hands are clean. Maybe you use it to wash your face or wash your clothes."
Became very clean.”
"Oh! That's for sure. My dear Rurik, this baby you made is so good." Bona subconsciously stretched out her soapy hand and pinched Rurik's cheek affectionately: "Dear,
You have helped us a lot, now we don’t have to worry about being stained by oil when cooking."
Rurik has never heard Bona call him a nickname, and today he actually experienced it for the first time.
As expected, the person who inherited the position of high priest is an ambitious person, and as a result, she was as excited as a child today.
The other priests acted even more comically. They put their hands into the oil urns one after another, hoping that the baby named soapa could magically take away the oil in an instant.
They did this, and Rurik watched them like children playing with toys, playing with a piece of earthen soap that looked like a large square brick.
A large amount of snow water was melted, and soon the basins of snow water became extremely turbid, and the oily hands of the priests became clean again.
Rurik had been completely left alone, and the priestesses suddenly became chattering. They not only washed their hands but also their faces. Some people accidentally got soap suds into their eyes. The stinging pain drove the sufferer to wash his eyes immediately. More
When people try washing their face with soap for the first time, they feel wonderful.
It was also the first time since they were born that all of them washed their faces extremely clean. But they suddenly had a special understanding of the turbid water.
Clear water becomes turbid, and your face changes from unclean to clean.
Rurik's soapa has a magical power, and the thing that causes the water to be turbid must be the dirt on his face.
They chattered about these things, and Rurik listened very funny and didn't want to say anything.
The lively performance of the priestesses successfully attracted the high priest Vilia.
She walked out of her cubicle on crutches. It was extremely rare to see her subordinates so active, and many of them were still laughing.
"What's going on!? What did you eat last night, and why do you look like crazy people when you wake up in the morning?" Vilia said harshly.
"It's Rurik's baby, he succeeded." After saying that, Pona picked up the wet soap and walked towards Vilia to show her happiness.
"Is this it?" Vilia was a little confused. She looked at the young figure of Rurik who was standing confidently. "You made this with a lot of grease? Is it a hand-washing thing?"
"Yes! Grandma, no matter what I say, it's useless. You can just smear grease on your hands like they do. The grease will disappear quickly, including the dust in the gaps between your nails."
"Really? Then I'll try."
Having lived a long life, Vilia seems to be experiencing something magical today.
When it comes to hand washing, Bona has obviously become an expert. She washes her hands for Vilia, who is getting weaker and weaker, and the result is just as Rurik said.
"Oh! What a miracle! My child, you..." For a moment, Vilia was so excited that she could not speak.
"Grandma, don't get excited. Now tell me how you feel. Is it good or not? I want an evaluation."
"You?" Vilia stared at her hands carefully with her aging eyes. The dry skin seemed to be completely renewed. She paid special attention to the gaps between her nails. She never thought that the most difficult place to clean was difficult to wash off with water.
, as a result, it was applied with soap and washed away with water, and even the smallest dust was washed away.
If you have cleaned your fingernails, wouldn't it be the best choice to use it to wash clothes?
Vilia, she instinctively thought of using her to clean clothes and even clean all dirty things.
Villa hesitated for a while and finally made a comment: "My child, you are doing a good job. Maybe you can continue to do it so that everyone can wash their hands well."
Rurik nodded. He didn't really want to hear rave reviews such as "You're so kind" and "The soap works great."
Wei Liya's explanation was exactly what he wanted.
"That's what I'm going to do, because you are priests and you have to do your best to stay clean."
Speaking of this, Rurik deliberately lied: "Actually...it was actually the Valkyrie who told me in my dream that I should use materials that mortals can obtain to make a baby that can be cleaned. I did this according to the requirements of the Valkyrie. Obviously
It's all part of Odin's wisdom."
They were the only ones who believed the nonsense. Rurik witnessed the sudden changes in the expressions of the priests. They were shocked that this was also part of the "wisdom of Odin". No one immediately questioned it, and everyone was sighing at their luck for getting Odin.
of favor.
Of course, the biggest credit here goes to Rurik.
Vilia's eyes trembled with joy: "Rurik, my child. You have once again been blessed by Odin. You are such a happy child and our happiness. I really want to thank you and our protection."
god."
I came up with the idea myself, and did the initial operations myself, but the help of others cannot be ignored.
"And Rumia, my servant. All the ingredients for making soap are in this room, but the process requires energy and makes people very tired." After saying this, Rurik realized that Rumia hadn't gotten up yet.
, won’t she get sick again?
Rurik turned around and ran to Rumia's bed. He put his little hand against her forehead. When he felt nothing strange, the stone in his heart fell to the ground.
"I worked for you for a long time yesterday, but her illness didn't relapse?" Vilia asked worriedly.
"Maybe this is also part of Odin's blessing." Rurik said casually, "Rumia is just too tired, but she shouldn't continue to sleep."
Rumia was indeed too tired. Although the day was short, it actually lasted only four hours. During the day, she drove herd of deer to graze outdoors in the cold. The deer's fur could withstand the cold. As a human being, a tailor in this era could make do
Technology, warm animal skin is difficult to achieve ultimate warmth.
Rumia lost a lot of energy, so she drove the deer back to the deer pen and took care of it further, and then dragged her exhausted body to work for Rurik.
She never wanted to speak out about her exhaustion and wanted to continue to gain Rurik's satisfaction, because she felt that her good future could only be pinned on Rurik's charity.
Rumia's dazed body was dragged by Rurik to the front of many priests.
After learning that the soap was not only completed, but also that more than a dozen people's attempts had achieved good results, her confusion disappeared a lot. Everyone claimed that the soap was very useful, and it was not in vain that she had frantically stirred a pile of paste in the vat last night.
"Rumia has made a great contribution. Now, except for me, I think she has learned all the production methods." Rurik made no secret of his praise for her.
Vilia nodded: "She is your servant. It is her responsibility for a servant to do things seriously."
"So I should entrust her with more things. I think I should also reward her, so her grazing is not needed today. The deer are grazed by other priests, well... In exchange, I left two bars of soap to use
Cleaning tools for priests. I will continue to provide you with this in the future."
Vilya could hear Rurik talking about conditions, which were about whether the priests could continue to use soap.
Soap was a novelty for everyone, so herding became a trivial matter.
Villa didn't refute or think too much.
Several lower-level priests went to the deer pen, and they drove the deer to graze on their own.
Rumia was so tired that she continued to nest in the animal skin bag and fell asleep again after a while.
Only the priests continued to occupy the fire where soap had been baked and began the necessary work of boiling oil. The alluring smell of burnt fat began to fill the longhouse again.
Rurik sat cross-legged on the leather cushion. He took out all the soap bars and kneaded the soft parts with his bare hands, trying to shape the soap bars into a standard brick shape.
He ate some pieces of meat and drank some wheat porridge. He looked at the soap bar in his hand and imagined the scene of eating wheat every meal in the future.
People in ancient times were really luxurious when it came to delicious food.
What is the basis of gourmet food? It is nothing more than the mixture of starch (sugar), fat and salt. Therefore, the porridge cooked with wheat meat chunks and salt in the priest's longhouse is both fattening and delicious.
But this kind of life is short-lived. You have to spend a lot of money to buy food from the south, or go to Novgorod to ask for it.
Grains are precious to everyone, how about exchanging them for more precious amber?
Theoretically, it's possible, because people always like more wealth. The problem is that there are people who are richer. They don't have to worry about food and drink, so they are willing to spend more silver coins on luxury goods.
Those ordinary residents don't have much food in their hands, but they have a larger population and the total amount of food surplus they hold is also larger.
If you want to get precious grains from them, you have to either use battle axes or swords to rob them, or exchange them for more useful daily necessities.
For example, soap is an excellent daily necessities option, and of course there will be more in the future.
Rurik was never a businessman, but he knew the purest business knowledge.
So there are two bars of soap to give to the priest, and there are still seventeen bars left.
Soap can easily make more than a dozen priests jump with excitement. The usually calm high priest was also shocked. If it were ordinary people, they would be even more excited every now and then.
"Why don't you just keep some and sell them? How much does one cost? Fifty copper coins?" Look at Rumia's sleeping appearance. "Well, at least one silver coin, otherwise I will be sorry for this girl's hard work. A piece of soap can buy you
If it's the same price as a deerskin, am I being a bit of a profiteer? Bah, at least it's much more merciful than being a pirate."
Just as Rurik was lamenting the birth of his "soul of a profiteer", Otto walked through the snow to find his beloved son, and to see if his beloved son's career that had been busy all day and not coming home had paid off as promised.
"Did you succeed?" Otto rudely opened the leather curtain and asked directly.
Rurik was startled by Otto's sudden arrival.
"Ah daddy!"
"Where's the stuff you made?"
"It's right here." Rurik pointed, looked at his father's questioning eyes, and introduced happily.
This was the first time Otto saw a brown-yellow "huge stone" with a transparent texture. He thought for a moment that this thing was oil. Use stones to wash your hands?
Otto's loud noises frightened the lower-level priests to suspend their work, and also woke up Vilia who was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed to relax.
"My chief! This is a sacred place, don't be rude."
"It's the high priest. I just came to see my son." Otto said in a calmer tone, then nodded slightly and apologized to Vilia.
Villa stood up slowly and approached Otto with a cane.
"You came to see those soapas. Rurik succeeded. We can make soapas, which can clean all dirt."
"Is this true?" Otto looked down at Aiko, and his eyes focused on those so-called soap bars.
Seeing is worse than trying it yourself.
Another trick of oiling hands, Otto deeply experienced the magic of soap.
He always had dirty hands. After being washed with soap, the white and red skin on the back of his hands was revealed, which made the hair on the back of his hands even more dazzling.
"It's amazing! Since it can wash hands, maybe I can give my hair a good wash?"
"And your big beard." Vilia immediately joked happily.
Rurik actually disliked Otto's beard very much. It's not that he, as a Nordic man in his life, particularly disliked beards. What Rurik hated was the slovenliness.
It is true that only after being fed and clothed can a person be qualified to dress appropriately.
Come to think of it, my family is the leader's family, and the family has the largest wealth of the tribe. How come the leader still looks slovenly after living for fifty years? Especially the beard. My father has the leisure to braid the huge beard, reducing the beard and making it easier to eat.
Drinking disorder.
Since it's an obstacle, it's just a matter of scraping it all off. But considering that many men in their prime are growing their beards, this is probably an unwritten tradition.
Beards and hair that are too long will inevitably attract a lot of dust and can easily breed parasites.
"Dad, you can wash your hair here. It doesn't matter. Soupa will wash away the most difficult dirt on your hair." Rurik encouraged, holding up the soap.
Otto was very happy in his heart. The good thing invented by his son, he immediately thought of using it for his old father. The two dead sons never thought so during their lifetime.
"Okay! My child."
Among the men of the Ross tribe, there are many madmen. They are called Bosaka. In the dialect of the Ross tribe, they are called Balesak, which is actually a mad warrior.
Everyone can become a berserker, but the standard must be strong muscles all over the body and a crazy image.
Otto is already very old. Fortunately, he likes to eat meat very much. He does a lot of exercise on weekdays and has the ability to walk hundreds of kilometers.
He took off his leather coat and linen shirt. The muscles on his back and the muscles on his arms really made Rurik envious.
With muscles like this, just exposing them would scare off enemies, not to mention there are many horrific scars on his back.
Rurik wanted to help his father wash his hair, but Otto had to do it himself.
His hair and beard were soaked, and the soap bar rubbed against it to form a huge amount of bubbles. He subconsciously rubbed the depths of his scalp, and a large amount of dandruff was peeled off by the action of the soap.
After being rinsed with several basins of water, Otto finally recalled the feeling of his childhood - the exciting refreshing feeling.
This was a refreshing feeling that ordinary bathing could not achieve. He felt that the dirt attached to his head had completely disappeared and turned into gray and white turbid water in the wooden basin.
There was no need to say anything more. Otto did not say a word. He suddenly picked up his son, lifted him high and put him down again to show his satisfaction.
Rurik remained calm and asked: "Dad, are you satisfied?"
"Very well, I don't know how you turned the grease into it. You must have received the magic power given to you by Odin, my child. You will give soapa to others, right, such as those uncles."
It sounds like Otto really cares about his "close comrades", who are Otto's solid supporters.
Rurik agreed without thinking: "Of course, I made a lot of them for everyone to use. But I did a lot of things to make him, and I must receive compensation. After all, it is not a trophy.
It cannot be distributed, it can only be purchased.”
Otto's son's words were unexpected. He didn't know when his son had developed his business acumen.
What my son said is also very correct. What you make should be sold, turned into a lot of coins, and then used to buy other things.
In life, you should accumulate wealth, let yourself and your family live a good life first, and then bring happiness with your friends.