Bona's hands were perfectly cleaned, the water on her hands was dried by the charcoal fire, and her hands quickly became dry again.
What about grease? They are 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." Gets really clean.”
"Oh! That's for sure. My dear Rurik, you are so good at making this baby." Bona subconsciously stretched out her soapy hand and pinched Rurik's cheek affectionately: "My dear, You have helped us a lot, now we don’t have to worry about being stained by oil when cooking."
Rurik had never heard Bona call him a nickname, and he actually experienced it for the first time today.
As expected, she was an ambitious person who inherited the position of high priest, but she was as excited as a child today.
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 so, and Rurik watched them like children playing with toys, playing with a large square brick of earthen soap.
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. Someone accidentally got soap suds into their eyes. The stinging pain drove the sufferer to wash his eyes immediately. More The first time anyone tries washing their face with soap, it feels wonderful.
All of them also washed their faces extremely clean for the first time since they were born. As for the turbid water, they suddenly had a special understanding.
The clear water becomes turbid, and my 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 approached Vilia to show her happiness.
"Is this it?" Vilia was a little suspicious. She turned away from the young figure of Rurik who was standing confidently. "You made this with a lot of grease? Is it something for washing hands?"
"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 have experienced something magical today.
When it comes to hand washing, Pona has obviously become an expert. She washes hands with 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 couldn't speak.
"Grandma, don't get excited. Now tell me how you feel, whether it's good or not. I want an evaluation."
"You?" Vilia stared at her hands carefully with her aging eyes. The dry skin seemed to be brand new. 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. , the results were 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 commented: "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 "Odin's wisdom". No one immediately questioned it, everyone was lamenting how lucky they were to receive Odin's 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 I cannot deny the help of others.
"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, with today's improvised tailoring techniques, it was difficult for warm animal skins to provide 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 be satisfied by Rurik, because she seemed 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 had tried it and achieved good results, her confusion disappeared. Everyone claims that the soap is very useful, and it is not in vain that they 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 herding will be spared today. The deer will be herded by other priests, well... In exchange, I will keep two bars of soap for A cleaning tool 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 always 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 mat. He swallowed 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.
The basis of good food is the mixture of starch (sugar), fat and salt, so the porridge cooked with wheat meat and salt in the longhouse of the priests is both fattening and delicious.
But this life is short-lived. You either spend a lot of money to buy food from the south, or go to Novgorod to ask for it.
Grain and food are precious to everyone. Use more precious amber to exchange them with them.
Theoretically, it is possible, because people always like more wealth. The problem is that there are people who are richer. Because they don’t have to worry about food and drink, 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 surplus food they hold is also larger.
If you want to get precious grains from them, you have to either use battle axes or swords to grab them, or exchange them for more useful daily necessities.
For example, soap is an excellent choice for daily necessities, 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 for fifty copper coins each?" 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 be bought for the same price as a deerskin. Am I a bit of a profiteer? At least it is 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 without returning 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?"
"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 and washed his hands with stones.
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.
"My chief! This is 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."
"This is 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, and after being washed with soap, the white and red skin on the back of his hands was revealed, which made the hairs on the back of his hands even more dazzling.
"It's amazing! Since it can wash hands, maybe I can wash my hair properly."
"And your big beard." Vilia 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 when one is well fed and clothed can one be qualified to think about dressing appropriately.
Come to think of it, my family is the leader's family, and the family has the largest wealth in the tribe. How come the leader has lived for fifty years and still looks slovenly, especially his beard. My father had the leisure to braid his huge beard, and reduced his beard to become a meal and drink. water hazards.
Since they are obstacles, we can just scrape them all off. However, considering that many men in their prime are continuing to grow their beards, this is probably an unwritten tradition.
Beard hair that is too long will inevitably attract a lot of dust and may 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 when they were alive.
"Okay! My child."
There are many madmen among the men of the Ross tribe. They are called Bosaka. In the dialect of the Ross tribe, they are called Balesak, which is actually a berserk 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 chew 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 formed a huge amount of bubbles. He subconsciously rubbed the deep parts of his scalp, and a large amount of dandruff was peeled off by the action of soap.
With several basins of clean water rinsing, Otto finally recalled the feeling of his childhood - the exciting refreshment.
This was a refreshing feeling that ordinary bathing could not achieve. He felt that the dirt attached to his head 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 up and put him down again to show his satisfaction.
Rurik remained calm and asked: "Dad, are you satisfied?"
"Very well, I don't know exactly how you turned the grease into it. You must have received the magic power given to you by Odin, my child. You will give the 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, only purchased.”
Otto's son's words were unexpected. He didn't know when his son had a business acumen.
What my son said is also very correct. You should sell the things you make and turn them into a lot of coins, and then use the money 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.
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Chapter 87 Affirmation from the Priest and Father
