The soap has been successful, and there are currently only fifteen brick-sized pieces in total.
"Rurik, how much do you plan to sell it for per piece?" Otto asked.
Rurik was asked.
The bargaining power of soap is in my own hands. The most powerful people in the fresh product tribe agree that it is the same for ordinary people, but ordinary people don't have much money.
Estimate a price that they can afford, neither too high nor too cheap.
Thinking about money, Rurik recalled the hunting that ended not long ago. The tribesmen returned with a full load, and the price of a deer skin seemed to be one silver coin.
Yes! A silver coin.
Rurik said without hesitation: "At least one silver coin each."
"Ah?" Otto was shocked, his expression was very exaggerated.
"Dad, I said there is less? Then two silver coins, that's it, I will sell them for at least two silver coins."
"You...you..." Otto was a little confused, and Vilia, who was on crutches, was also startled.
Who doesn't like money? The purchase of a silver coin is actually very amazing, and a deerskin is a very valuable property.
Otto's hunting operation earned him a total of nearly a hundred silver coins, which was a real fortune, but it also took more than a month and faced the risk of death during the expedition.
Rurik, a bratty kid, does he think that with a day and night of hard work, he can turn a pile of cheap grease that can only light an oil lamp into thirty silver coins?
Otto did see the soap bars on the ground, exactly fifteen in number.
Rurik did not slow down for a moment and continued to emphasize: "I am the only one in the entire tribe who knows how to make it best. Each one can be used for a long time. Isn't it appropriate to buy a magical baby with two silver coins? Of course it is. I want to give it to the priests.
There will be a permanent free supply of soap, and I will also sell it to the blacksmith shop and the tannery shop. They are the richest people in the tribe besides our family and the priests. They will definitely be willing to buy treasures that can be easily cleaned."
After hearing this, Otto thought about it and realized that his son was not being shameless. He must have thought about who he should sell to.
His son's words were correct. Otto bought a lot of fresh leather and sold them all to tannery shops within the tribe and to residents, and he easily made a lot of silver coins.
Those people were indeed very wealthy, especially the blacksmiths. Otto actually felt that this small group of people were the most silent about their wealth. They must have hidden a lot of wealth, and they also had a large number of metal tools for display hanging in their shops.
They are also priceless.
For example, a logging ax costs one silver coin at the very least, and a very high-quality ax that has been forged many times costs three silver coins.
Looking at the age of my son, he only has a meat cleaver in his seven-year-old waist. If his son wants to become a real man, maybe he needs to order an iron sword for him in advance.
No! Maybe things will change.
If Rurik's own soupa sells for a large sum, Otto doesn't want to follow other men's example of using his son as a labor force to make money. His son will inevitably inherit his property. If he can become a master of making money, he must be encouraged now.
He can definitely use the money he earns to buy a good sword made by the blacksmith shop. Although it is not as good as his "Destroyer", it will be a sword worthy of Rurik.
After all, when he grows up, he will definitely be the "Destroyer" and inherit the leadership of his old self.
Otto thought for a while: "Then, you can go to the blacksmith to test it out, maybe they will buy it. I can also talk to others, those uncles you know, they may also buy it. They have other things about the blacksmith.
one thing."
"What's the matter, Dad?"
"Well...my son, you should have a real sword."
"Ah? Is it okay now?"
Rurik seemed very excited, and Otto naturally thought that he was an urgent hope and had a sword hanging at his waist.
"Yes, maybe you should prepare now. I can take you to see the best blacksmith in the tribe immediately."
"So anxious?"
"Oh, maybe I'm a little anxious." Otto stroked his wet beard, "Then let's do it tomorrow. My child, you let me experience an interesting thing today, and soon I will give you something worthy of you.
The sword. You stay here to rest today, I will take you there early tomorrow morning."
Rurik didn't speak. He nodded subconsciously and agreed to his father's request.
The facts about soap were very exciting, and after having a heart-to-heart talk with the high priest Vilia, he left feeling relaxed. The weather outside was still very cold, so he went to get together with his guys as usual and tell them about his son.
A new kind of baby was made that can clean people as if they were just born.
Otto was advertising. He first ran to Harozov's house and called the other guys together.
More than twenty people were sitting in Harozov's longhouse, dressed in various colors, warming themselves around the fire.
Each of them exuded a complex smell. Apparently they had been smelling it for too long, and no one found the smell disgusting.
Because it was a mixture of sweat and body odor, mixed with the smell of bacon and coke.
Bathing in the winter is quite challenging, and what's worse is that winter is never a good time to do laundry. You can imagine how terrible it is for many people to spend the entire long winter wearing their only clothes and not being able to change.
The one I received suddenly appeared this morning and instantly gave other people a different feeling.
"Lead, you came very suddenly today? Do you plan to invite everyone to drink? As far as I know, your wine jar must not have much stock." Harozov took the lead in teasing.
"Of course it's not about the wine, it's another matter."
"It can't be your son? Or the servant of your family?"
"Servant?" Otto curled his lips, "I just came back from the priest, and that servant has been staying in the priest's longhouse. It is this servant who has been sleeping around the fire, like a puppy. My son is here, since
Rurik doesn’t speak, so I can’t say anything.”
"So... Leader, I always feel that you are very strange today. You rearranged your head, but the smell has become a little special."
"Haha?! Did you notice?!" Otto suddenly raised his body and held his exaggerated and fluffy beard with both hands.
"My son knows a good thing. I use it to clean my beard thoroughly. You can come and touch it. I will never mind."
Now that he's got it, his exaggerated beard is naturally played with by others. A pair of rough hands touches the fluffy beard. It is dry and soft, and can be stroked down. This is the most incredible thing, stroking the beard.
It's possible without any obstacles.
There's more to it than that.
Otto took off his leather hat again, and his long head, which was mixed with a lot of white, lost the fixation of the hat and completely drooped down.
"You can also touch my head. It will become very clean, as neat as the head of a newborn child."
Because of the stickiness of sebum, hair and beards can stick together. Excessive hair can attach a lot of dust and fine ashes from campfires with the heat, which mix with sebum to form a more sticky greasy substance. A
Strong warriors find it difficult to wash their heads and beards, even with clean water, unless they use alkaline water.
Otto showed a strong and incredible feeling to his guys.
After releasing his head, Harozov's hands trembled in shock: "What's going on? Could it be that the priest used some kind of magic power?"
"Hahaha! Of course not! Because this is the magic power from Odin, and my son Rurik got Odin's magic power." Otto's words were very magical, but others heard them without any doubt.
Everyone believed that it was true, including Harozov's wife who was busy chopping dried meat. She also stopped cutting her knife to listen to what the leader had to say.
Otto smiled confidently and muttered deliberately: "Listen, brothers, stick your heads over here."
"You...please say it." Harozov also replied in a low voice.
"Rurik made some magical treasures that can completely clean the filthiest people. The priests have already enjoyed it in advance, and I just used it to completely clean my beard and head. Listen! You all
Listen! I've never felt this good since I started growing a beard. My head doesn't itch anymore and neither does my chin. I see the look in your eyes and I know you want this treasure too."
Harozov was very moved. He asked quietly and seriously: "Is it the chief priest's house? I will lead my brothers to ask for it now."
"No!" Otto shook his head vigorously: "That is a sacred place. You will all enter Valhalla after death. If you want to force your way into the sacred place in the human world now, you will be rejected by the Valkyrie at the gate of Valhalla. Besides,
You don’t have to force your way in, because the maker of the baby is my son Rurik.”
"Does it...do we need to go and ask for it from Rurik in person? No! Leader, he is your son, and the brothers should ask for it from you."
"Oh, that's right." Otto chuckled and sat cross-legged with a lazy look. He stretched out two fingers and said: "Two silver coins, just two silver coins can get the treasure."
Next, Otto introduced the soap while using his hands to indicate the size of the soap bar and how to use it.
In this way, they basically understood that a soap bar is really not small. Although it will shrink a little every time it is used, they have successfully completed the so-called thorough cleaning. Furthermore, it can wash hair and beards, and wash the clothes on the body.
Thoroughly clean.
There is another reason why everyone is eager to get it. The so-called soapa is another oracle that Rurik received from Odin. If you want to get closer to Valhalla, will you be able to get more if you buy Rurik's soapa?
God's favor.
Some people are even speculating that maybe the heroic spirits in Valhalla must use this thing to bathe, and now they can enjoy it in advance in the human world.
"I'll buy it!" Harozov gritted his teeth and directly waved to his wife: "Navola, give me two silver coins and give them to the leader."
Harozov's wife is completely obedient to her husband, just like other women in the tribe. She is very traditional and believes that her husband will do everything well, and she only needs to be responsible for taking care of her husband's property. She did not hesitate to take out the storage
The box, which contains all Harozov's belongings, took him to Valhalla. This property will naturally be inherited by the married eldest son.
As for Harozov's younger son Kanuf, unfortunately, he wants to fight for his own wealth.
"Come on, take it now." Harozov said respectfully.
Two Roman silver coins, it is indeed valuable.
Otto thought for a moment and shook his head: "No, you put the money away first."
"Why? We all believe in leading you."
"No! Don't get me wrong. The silver coins will be given to me to keep Rick. Even though I am his father, I cannot collect this money on my behalf."
"But you are still his father." Harozov emphasized.
"Rurik will be the next leader. He got the oracle and made a treasure that cleanses everything, which also proves that the priest's prediction is true." Thinking of many things, Otto, who was very happy just now, couldn't help but sigh: "
Brothers, I am old, but you are all younger than me. Rurik may be the only child in our tribe who has received a clear oracle. Among all the children under ten years old, is there anyone better than him? I ask you
In my heart, your little sons, once the ice and snow melt, they will go to the hillside to learn a lot from Rurik.
I asked the high priest many things, and the high priest told me that Rurik will be an excellent leader, not only because of the oracle but also because of his current performance. Rurik is full of wisdom and is good at fighting intelligently.
He understands everything I'm proficient in, and he knows everything I'm not good at.
You go and buy his things in person, and the money is under his control. Since Rurik must be a leader, he must be trained now, and from now on he must learn to take care of his own property."
Otto's words are very pertinent, at least everyone thinks so.
Due to the small size of the Harozov family's wooden house, Otto had no choice but to summon a handful of his most loyal cronies.
If it were in the open outdoors, he could easily recruit 200 or 300 warriors who had nothing to do in the winter. If he chose another day, those who forced the winter ice to catch seals would also return one after another, and there could be 500 or 300 warriors.
Seven hundred warriors listen to Otto's advertisement for his son's soap.
It's probably enough to just tell twenty cronies, and they will tell others the good news later, since there is nothing else to do in the boring winter.
Otto chatted with these guys about all kinds of things and the lack of conversation topics. They talked about Rurik's servants, which one tastes better, venison or fish, and even the Novgorod women who got married.
There were bulging bellies and other messy things. Because of the magical power of soap, everyone was in a very good mood and firmly believed in a better future.
Yes, the priest said many years ago that the born Rurik will be the greatest leader of the tribe, and everyone who follows the leader will be happy.
The most important thing everyone talked about was that after the ice and snow melted, the tribes would organize people to go to Novgorod to ask for tribute. At that time, the adult men of each tribe would be able to allocate their own rewards according to their status and age.
Otto didn't leave until dark. He was in a very good mood and naturally went to the longhouse of the priests to meet his son.
He wanted to see what this cute child was doing all day long, and give his son the news. As a father, he had already received as many as twenty orders, and the existing soap could be sold out instantly.
Taking advantage of the dim light reflected by the stars on the snow, he approached the longhouse of the priests. A strong aroma of burnt fat rushed into his nostrils, violently arousing his greed.