Therefore, when Otto returned, he saw the strange sight of the priests busy.
"Ah?! What are you doing?!"
"It's the leader, why are you here suddenly?" Poona stopped stirring, and so did everyone else.
"I'm here to find my son. You...what are you doing?"
Curiosity drove Otto to find out. He saw the thick brown and whitish paste in each pottery urn, smelled the sensitive smell, and considered that his son was standing next to a pile of pottery urns.
I understood immediately.
"Rurik, and you! You...are you making soap?"
"Yes. Dad, do you think it's incredible?"
"I..." The surprise on Otto's face disappeared, replaced by pure surprise.
Otto no longer cared about so much and spoke directly: "My son, there is good news. I have found many old friends who are willing to buy you a piece of soap with two silver coins. There are at least twenty of them. Since you are still a priest,
More can be made, and all of them can buy a piece. Praise me, my children.”
Otto opened his arms with a proud look, and Rurik and the priests were even more overjoyed. Because according to the employment contract that had just been signed and came into effect, it started counting from yesterday. The leader had developed twenty guests, at least
After selling twenty pieces of soap, the priests can reasonably get a huge sum of eight silver coins!
The priests' labor enthusiasm became more intense, and they stirred more crazily in order to reach a level that Rurik was satisfied with more quickly.
Taking advantage of their enthusiasm, Rurik called his father aside and told him his agreement with the priests. Now it was Otto's turn to be shocked again.
"You! You have an agreement with them? My child, you... you are really a genius as a businessman."
"Hey." Rurik said, "We can have greater wealth. Dad, since you can make those uncles buy my soap, you can sell it to more people. The priests have made soap, you help me
Sell them. According to the agreement, my share of the money is all mine. Do you think that’s totally okay?”
"Of course, my child, my money will be inherited sooner or later. I think you will be richer than me when you grow up." Otto's big hand subconsciously supported his son's forehead with a golden ponytail.
, as if what you are stroking is not hair but tens of thousands of golden wires.
Things have become incredibly complicated, and the future is full of possibilities for great wealth.
Things have completely changed. Now that his son and the priests have a "sacred agreement", he can't say anything else. His only thought is that everyone should strictly abide by this agreement, and regarding the technology of soap making, it must be
The secret of the chief's family and the priests, and it is best that soap making in the future is limited to this sacred longhouse of the priests.
For this reason, Otto firmly believed that he had a heavy responsibility. For the sake of his son's happy future, he felt that he had to help Rurik solve all kinds of worries.
He found the confused Vilia just to get a promise that the priest would not leak the soap-making technology for extra benefits, which required another long conversation.
The priests brought all the unused empty wooden boxes and filled them with the thick soap solution that had been stirred for a long time. They filled thirty-five wooden boxes, and thirty-five soaps were successfully produced.
Everyone involved in the mixing put in a lot of effort to mix the soap to suit Rurik's taste.
Finally the tiring work comes to an end for now.
Pona endured the pain in her arms, but her mind was still tired, "Rurik, can it be done now? By tomorrow morning?"
"Yes. Thank you for your hard work."
"It doesn't matter, as long as there are enough silver coins, we are all willing to do it."
"Then you have a good rest. I hope my father can sell them all tomorrow."
"Okay." Bo Na had a smile on her face. When she thought about money, it seemed that the pain in her arms disappeared because of the joy in her heart.
The priests subconsciously twisted their sore arms after leaving for a year. Looking at their backs, they felt a little sorry to leave Rick alone.
He sat on the leather mat and looked thoughtfully at the wooden boxes arranged in a matrix beside the campfire.
Rumia came over obediently and expressed her apology: "I really took a day off. I didn't do anything."
"The priests have new jobs. Can you go to herd the animals tomorrow?"
"Okay. It's just..." Rumia pursed her lips, feeling a little hesitant, "You are not afraid that I will run away with the deer."
"That's ridiculous." Rurik pulled her down.
"ah!"
"Don't make any noise. Rumia, I gave you a chance, but you would have run away if you wanted to. What's the point of mentioning this now."
"I...I won't run. I'll go graze tomorrow."
Rumia's Norse language was still stumbling. She really didn't want to run away, and he wouldn't be happy even if he drove her away.
People naturally like to get together. During this period, she was eating well every day and wearing warm clothes. Running away would mean losing all of these. Now it seems that if she stays, she can enjoy more good things, such as washing herself with soap.
hair and face.
The two men were tending their shop by the campfire, and they were resting beside the baked soap.
While they were sleeping, each soap bar was rapidly dehydrating again. Following yesterday's less than successful experience, the wooden boxes were placed relatively far away from the campfire. They were baked until they were warm, trying their best to achieve a perfect dehydration.
process.
The efforts were successful, and Otto came very early on the new day. He came so early to get the goods, just to sell all the soaps as soon as possible.
The once quiet longhouse of the priests suddenly became lively, not because of any sacrificial activities, but because the priests all woke up early to see the results of leaving the soap overnight.
Villa couldn't ignore the noise, she was also very curious, and she was even more excited to see the leader Otto who came early in the morning.
"Ah, great priest, you woke up so early."
"I can't continue to rest." Vilia walked towards the pile of wooden boxes arranged in a matrix beside the campfire with a cane, "Come here, leader, and take a look at the masterpieces of Rurik and others."
"Okay! I'll sell all the soap so you and we can get rich."
Rurik wanted to show off his father's expression, so he personally brought a wooden box over and hit the bottom of the box with a wooden stick. A pile of brick-like soap bars was knocked out. The situation was completely in line with Rurik's expectations.
He held the soap bar and felt that the whole thing had become quite dry. Its texture was still very soft, and he could easily break off a piece with his fingernails. However, there was no so-called greasy feeling at all, because it had changed from a lump of fat.
Transformed into a good earthy soap.
"Dad, take a look, those uncles will definitely like it."
Otto played with the soap in his hand and put his nose to smell it. He even stuck out his tongue and licked it a few times in front of everyone. The bitter feeling immediately made him realize that this was a bar of soap.
"Ah! Dad, what are you doing? You can't eat this!" Rurik said loudly in confusion.
"I just gave it a try. If it is real, it must be bitter. It is indeed real! You may not know that your uncles felt its bitterness yesterday. If you want to sell soap to them, they can only use this
The way to judge whether it is a good soapa is like..." Otto thought for a while, "It's probably like biting a gold coin with your teeth. If you can bite it, it means it is real gold, not some fake bronze inlaid with gold."
Although it's a bit ridiculous, Otto's explanation really makes sense.
All the soap bars were knocked out, and Otto licked them one by one with the tip of his tongue, and he knew what was going on.
"Great priest, the soaps you make are very good. I will sell them next. Please give me a piece of linen cloth and I will wrap them."
"Going to sell now? Very good. I hope you can deliver a sum of silver coins when you come back. In addition to yesterday's fifteen, you will sell them all and give us twenty silver coins." Villa helped herself.
The subordinate explained.
"Of course." After saying that, Otto looked at his son: "Rurik, have you had dinner? If you have finished, take your servants and follow me to meet your dozens of uncles.
, let’s sell all the soap now!”
The weight of soap is quite astonishing, because each piece of soap weighs more than two pounds. According to the Roman pound, which was commonly used throughout Europe in this time and space, 329 grams per pound, a piece of soap weighs more than 600 grams.
Such a heavy soap will last a long time even if it is used every day. It is not a big loss to buy one for two silver coins.
After all, Rurik was just a child, and his physical strength was limited. He tried his best to move only eight pieces.
Rumia's situation is not much better. She is only a ten-year-old child, and her body is thinner than Rurik. After a period of training, she can now move seven pieces at her limit.
Otto was completely different. Although he was old, he was still strong and energetic. He could easily move more than thirty pieces of soap wrapped in linen.
For a strong man who has lived on meat all his life, it is not a problem to carry 20 kilograms of weight in future generations. The current thirty-odd bars of soap probably weigh about this.
All the soap was moved to the small sled. Seeing his son panting, he couldn't help but worry: "Rurik, you are too weak. Just a little thing makes you tired? You must grow up quickly, understand?"
"
"I know."
"Let's go, take your servants and follow me."
Otto had already made an agreement with his guys, and the three of them walked through the snow to the vicinity of their home, and then turned into a small open space in a residential area.
There were many people gathered under the large wooden houses with some snow on their roofs.
Those people had already received the news before Otto set out. No, more than fifty people gathered here. They were generally wearing black and brown fur coats. All the men were very stocky, like fifty black bears.
Seeing the leader return, they swarmed around him, full of questions about the treasure.
"You all get out of the way!" Otto stretched out his right hand and shouted, "Don't bring chaos to me!"
As soon as the words were spoken, they all gave way in a sensible manner, and then waited in a chaotic manner with expectant eyes for the leader to show off his treasure.
Otto was not in a hurry. He asked his son to open the linen covering the soap on the sled, then picked up a piece and pulled his son Ryurik to him.
He proudly announced to his men: "Brothers, now I have good news for you. My son Rurik received the inspiration for making soupa from Odin. The soupa I have in my hand can make you
Wash your beard, your hair, your clothes, and even your wife cleanly, and it can also wash away the mud in your navel and the parasites on your body.
Rurik has given his wisdom to the priests. Now, the priests can also get Odin's wisdom, and they can make more soupa.
What a blessing from Odin to our tribe! Now you only need to pay two silver coins, two Roman silver coins of the best quality, and you can get one piece in my hand.
It is a very huge piece, and each one can be used for a long time. Buy one and it will be enough for you to use until the next winter."
Otto's words were very tempting. When he saw the large number of people coming, he naturally wanted to brag further. He declared in public that when the warriors passed away, they would be laid on the boat or buried in the ground. Among the funerary objects were:
There is a warrior's sword and shield, and there should also be a bar of soap.
In this way, when the warrior's soul stands at the door of Valhalla, it washes itself with soap and goes to meet the Valkyrie in a spotless manner.
Of course, these are beliefs about the afterlife, and they are still quite realistic. If you can really clean the skin and hair that are prone to itching and emitting dirty smells, paying two silver coins is completely acceptable.
"I have exactly fifty more bars of soap here. I hope there are fifty of you here. If anyone doesn't buy one today, don't worry. I will ask the priests to make more."
Because there were indeed more than fifty buyers who came here, some people were bound to be unable to enjoy it for the first time. Otto's explanation made them understand that buying soap from the leader would be a normal thing in the future.
The people of the tribe don't have the awareness to queue up yet. Without a respected person like Otto to control the market, the buying and selling scene could easily become very chaotic.
Otto embodied the power of a father. He ordered his son Rurik to stand still and his task was to collect money. He ordered his son's servant Rumia to deliver the soap to the buyer.
He pointed at the person he was looking for, called out his name, and then handed over the money and delivered the goods.
Rurik held an empty linen bag in his hands. After a while, silver coins began to pile up inside, and the weight gradually increased.
The soap sold out quickly, but it was a pity that quite a few people still couldn't buy the soap.
More people just came to watch the excitement. When someone boasted that they had bought a soap that could clean everything, they screamed and wondered how they could not attract people to watch.
Some people tried to use it on the spot. They grabbed the snow that could be found everywhere and rubbed it in the soapy water. Their hands were soon covered with tiny soap bubbles. After grabbing a few more snows, their palms were indeed cleaned, including suddenly becoming spotless.
The fact is the best proof.
Otto and Rurik sold out all the soap, and the proceeds went entirely into Rurik's linen pocket, which became heavy.
There are currently one hundred silver coins, and Rurik feels its weight intimately.
This is a big bag of silver! They are all silver coins of excellent quality! I'm afraid 99% of them are silver, and 1% of them are associated with lead!
Rurik felt a little dazed for a moment, his heart was beating so fast that he could not stand still. Because, no matter in any era, he knew that gold and silver, these two precious metals, are precious metals and have inherent monetary properties.
Just like this, after working hard for a few days, I made a lot of money from the tribesmen. First, I made money within the tribe, and then I had to go to the so-called brother tribe to make money.
Not only that, look at the crazy smiling faces of the tribesmen. They were already pulling their father away with smiles on their face. Just like usual, these old men who must have shared life and death during the war have now found a new common ground.
The topic must be discussed together for a long time.
It was difficult for Otto to escape from the hospitality, not to mention that this old guy liked to chat with a large group of "childhood friends" who were over fifty years old during the boring winter.
"Rurik, take the sled and money back to the priest. You will know what to do next."
"Okay! I'm leaving now. Dad, don't drink too much. It's not easy for everyone to make wine!"
Rurik shouted as loud as he could, then stuffed the linen bag filled with silver coins into his leather coat, and ordered the servant with a smile: "Rumia, let's go. Give twenty silver coins to the priest, and the rest is ours."