Rurik was not idle throughout the day. He estimated that if he could sell a piece of soap for two silver coins, this would be a very violent way to make money.
The principle of making soap is not difficult, but it requires a certain amount of chemical knowledge to understand the entire process.
With his first success, Rurik continued to take action.
He wants to make more, and there are currently two issues limiting production capacity. One is the supply of materials, the other is the workers.
Looking at Rumia's lazy look, does she still have to work hard to stir with a wooden stick? For a ten-year-old skinny kid, the requirements are really too high.
There seems to be no shortage of materials, the key lies in the workers.
The priests who boiled oil once again attracted Rurik's attention.
Not long after Otto left, the hall of the priest's longhouse was filled with the aroma of frying oil. The oil fumes are sometimes very choking, and the hair of the priests is always covered with sticky oil and dirt. If they are not cleaned up in time, the hair will become swollen and hardened, which cannot be washed away with clean water.
They have done experiments and found that soap has magical powers and can easily wash away the damn grease.
They were still boiling oil, and their moods had changed.
I don’t know how long it took for the fat to boil in the three bronze pots managed by Bona and her two sisters. The fat they put in at the beginning had turned into dregs and was dangerously hot.
They had begun to carefully pour the hot oil into the clay pot, trying their best not to let the dregs fall in.
Rurik saw this and came over: "Bona, I suddenly thought of something."
"Is it a good thing?" Poona asked with a smile.
"Yes, it's still about soap. My plan is to do more, but you see." He pointed at Rumia, who was still curled up like a puppy. "My servant was exhausted yesterday. I can't use it anymore for the time being." This helper. Maybe you can help me."
"We?" Poona was very confused. "Me? What can I do for you? Can we still make soap for you?"
"certainly."
"But you didn't use your magic power to create soap... No! Did you use the magic power given by Odin to create the soap?"
This sounds very funny. If you think about it carefully, these people spend the rest of their lives worshiping illusory gods, and they have completely believed in them.
Rurik took advantage of the trick and explained: "Actually, mortals can make it. I have no magic power and only gained Odin's wisdom. Now I feel it is necessary for me to teach you the technology."
"Ah? Is this really possible?" Bo Na was greatly surprised.
Rurik nodded deeply, looking extremely serious: "We should talk about this matter. I also want to talk to the high priest. Now Bona, please call all the priests who are still in the longhouse. .”
After Vilya regained consciousness, the priests gathered together for the first time under Rurik's organization. The scene was really interesting.
"My child, I am very happy that you are going to teach everyone the wisdom of Odin. Tell me what you think." Vilia said kindly.
"Okay, it's about a lot of things. All priests, I need your help to finally get a lot of soap.
Making soap requires intelligence, it doesn't require any magic at all, I must emphasize that.
So you all can make it, and I invite you to help me make it, and you all get paid for it. "
remuneration? Many priests were moved by this.
These women with special professions are generally poor people who have lost their husbands and children. Worshiping Odin in the priest's longhouse is really a realistic way to survive.
However, they have almost no personal property and rely entirely on the tribe's previous distributions and the sacrifices made by tribesmen during festivals.
Rurik did not fully understand this and how important it was for them to own private property.
"I want to make an agreement with you. You will help me make soap. This will be a harder job, and I will give you a satisfactory reward."
"How much is the reward?!" Poona suddenly stretched her neck and asked, and only returned to her sitting position after Villa's deliberate coughing.
"How much is the reward? Let's say 20. For every five silver coins I earn, one of them will be yours. How about it."
How about it? ! Rurik instantly got a dozen shocked expressions.
"What? The reward is less?"
"No! A lot... really a lot." Poona stared, because she exchanged the silver coins for 240 ordinary copper coins to buy fish from fishermen, which was enough for two months.
Vilia tapped her cane, "Child, your reward may be too high. If you think it's okay..."
"Of course, I think this ratio is very suitable. Because all the materials need to be provided by you, I mainly provide technology, which is Odin's wisdom. If you think it is feasible, then according to this ratio, I can ask you immediately Working?"
"I support it." Poona was the first to agree. "With more soap, each of us can wash our hair cleanly and keep it beautiful for a long time."
She, the priest, added her words later, and everyone else followed suit.
After all, Rurik and Rumia managed to make seventeen soaps in one night. With more manpower, they would be able to produce even more soap.
Could Rurik really live up to his rhetoric and sell a piece of soap for two silver coins? He sold the remaining fifteen for thirty silver coins. According to what he just said, that means everyone gets six silver coins.
This is already a large amount of money. It can be converted into copper coins and distributed to everyone involved in the work. There are at least one hundred copper coins.
Wouldn't it be a huge loss if we didn't do this kind of business?
Things went very smoothly, and Rurik said with satisfaction: "Very good, for this we need to really make an agreement. I think we need to carve the agreement between you and me on the wooden board, and swear to God that we will not violate it." Decide."
"Okay." Villa replied on behalf of all the priests, "We do need a written agreement."
A very great change is taking place in the Ross tribe. Since the existence of the tribe, the first pure employment contract was born!
Of course, looking back with hindsight, Rurik was the most evil capitalist in his behavior in this matter.
Rurik doesn't consider costs at all. He can just provide technology to gain profits. In a sense, it is the so-called "patent fee." Plus, he goes back to work as a salesman and sells the products, which makes all the profits. 80.
Even so, the priests sold their labor to prepare all the raw materials themselves, and they still felt that they had made a lot of money.
But this is the power of capital and technology, which can earn huge profits for the employer.
It is this "capital" that is extraordinary. His employees naturally feel that he is the "Son of God" and can use "God's wisdom" to make good things for their own use.
Being able to clean yourself makes everything worthwhile.
Villa recited a sacred incantation and carved the main body of the contract document in runes on an oak board in accordance with Rurik's request.
She also engraved a few lines, to the effect of "promise to get Odin's witness."
But Rurik did not take things absolutely.
He thought about it carefully and realized that soap, a daily necessity, might be too expensive at two silver coins a piece, and the cost of materials was obviously not high, so the situation of making a few hundred profits per book might not last long.
Therefore, the contract emphatically engraved the share ratio between Rurik and the priests, and also engraved that the share would be divided equally among all the priests.
In order to be more scientific, each person should also contribute 10% of the profits taken by the priests as the common wealth of the priest group to support the priests' festival sacrifices.
This operation is really novel.
Vilia asked strangely: "Child, do you think we still need a separate box to contain everyone's wealth?"
"It is not everyone's wealth, it is the wealth of the priests, and it is your special wealth as a group. Don't the priests still have their own wealth reserves?"
Vilia pinched her withered chin, "You are talking about my wealth. I also have a lot of personal wealth. Whenever there is not enough money for the sacrifice, I will personally put some money in. In the future, this money will be used by the successor. inherit."
Her implication was that Paula would inherit "the biggest money box."
Rurik only felt incredible, "I mean that special wealth is packed in a special box. It does not belong to any of you. It is only used for festivals. Each of you has the right to use it, but you have no right to possess it alone. You The personal property is yours alone, the special property is the priest’s.”
After talking for a long time, Rurik looked at them with strange expressions. These people obviously did not understand the meaning of public funds.
Also, the Ross tribe is still a blood-related union of hundreds of small families. It is still quite loose in nature. Even the leader is selected through a competition, and it has not yet become an advanced method for the inheritance of the leader's family.
But things have to start with oneself and evolve into hereditary leadership.
If you want to change, make a big change.
Anyway, Rurik let Vilya and Bona know the benefits of setting up a "public money box" so that the money for sacrifices can be taken from here. As long as the use is recorded on a wooden board, there will be no worries about corruption.
The biggest advantage is that the priests do not have to pay for their once meager personal assets, and everyone does not have to fight for the position of high priest to earn a lot of blood. Ah, the high priest will inherit the big money box, and the life of a poor ordinary priest will end immediately.
Who doesn’t like there being a greater good?
The vocabulary for a special money box was also engraved on the wooden board. Inadvertently, Rurik also made a significant improvement in the financial problems of the priestly community.
People! Man is pursuing his own status with nature. Man has been looking for a position. Therefore, the ancients found gods one after another. If there was no god, they invented one. Therefore, the inhabitants of the East elevated their ancestors to gods. The tribes of Rus and their brother tribes, and even the hostile Danes, elevated the brave to the status of gods.
In the later world, when people established large and advanced countries and found their identity as citizens, they generally did not need illusive gods.
What remains unchanged is probably people’s pursuit of wealth.
Priests are not born to live a life of poverty and can reasonably acquire large amounts of wealth, and they have no hesitation in dressing up and then asking for more.
After the employment contract between Rurik and the priests was signed, production began.
Those priests, who once had nothing to do but boil oil, suddenly became busy.
Rurik asked them to take out the unused clay pots and use them to boil water on a large scale, and then prepare a large amount of plant ash water. This process was quite critical, so he didn't bother to explain the complex chemical principles involved, he just asked them to follow his instructions honestly.
Rumia, who was sleeping soundly, was also forcibly woken up. She didn't have to do any hard work, and Ryuri ordered him to follow her.
This time, Rumia will be a spectator and carefully review every step.
Just because Rurik would have more things to do for her, such as making soap. If there were priests to do it for her, there would be no need for such a child to mess around, but she at least had to hear and see. The entire production process may be needed in the future.
Twenty pottery urns were filled with plant ash water. In the evening, Ryuri ordered the priests to carefully pour the brown water in the pottery urns into clean urns.
Then there was the routine of recording the location of flooding with wooden sticks. Rurik had the successful experience last time. He tentatively determined that as long as the ashes of the fire were the ash from the fire, since it was put into the pottery until it was almost full according to a rough amount. In the vat, the solution precipitation rate is the same. Just bake the solution in the new pottery urn according to yesterday's method, and the water level will evaporate and drop to a reasonable position, and you're done.
"Bona, you must remember that it is very critical to succeed in this step. The water turns brown because there is something special in the water. It can be a lot but not too little."
"Yes, I remember everything." Bo Na responded despite the pressure.
But the air in the chief priest's house was really not that good. The air was always filled with the burning smell of fat, and was joined by a strong smell of charcoal fire.
In the pottery urn that was set up on the first fire, the water level of the boiling solution had dropped to the required level.
"Can I move it now?" Bona asked.
"Okay. Use tools to remove it, pour all the prepared seal oil in, and then stir it with a wooden stick."
"Huh? Is this okay?"
"Of course!" Rurik nodded deeply, "Do you still think that making soapa is an extremely complicated task? No! When you mix the brown water and grease in this urn, it becomes soap. Let me tell you! "
Rurik told them in a childish voice: "The thing that turns water into brown comes from ashes. This thing can turn oil into brown. We just need to stir it. Let's start now, Bona."
The situation was exactly the same as last night. The unknown but definitely not low concentration of lye and seal oil was encountered, and a chemical reaction visible to the naked eye immediately appeared in the urn. Rurik thought it was ordinary, but they, the priests, found it incredible.
"Ah! Is it magic?! Do we know how to do magic?" Bo Na's expression was dull and stunned, and the wooden stick in her hand did not stir at all.
She and the others hesitated for a while before beginning at Rurik's urging. Since the stirring started, the complete saponification reaction made them tremble.
"Add a little salt at the end." After saying that, Rurik threw in a handful of coarse salt.
There is nothing wrong with him using salt as a stabilizer, but the price of table salt in this time and space is quite high. Since salt is used to make soap, it is understandable that one piece costs two silver coins.
After Rurik sprinkled the salt that made them all worried, he said: "You continue to stir, and when you feel it is ready, use a spoon to dig the paste into the wooden box. In the future, you will make more wooden boxes as molds. , now we have to rely on what we have.”
"I understand. What next?" Poona asked.
"Then, place the wooden box close to the bonfire, not too close or too far." Rurik thought about it and realized that his words should not be too general. Seeing that Rumia's bedding had not been put away, he pointed casually: "The place where my servant sleeps is right away from the fire. Place the wooden box in a similar position, bake it overnight, take out the soap, and find a quiet place. It can be stored for a long time if there is no place for it. Of course it is ready for use, but I recommend storing it for a while longer.”
"Okay, we will do it well. Regarding that agreement..." Poona asked cautiously.
"I will abide by it, and you must abide by it too. Great priests!" Rurik deliberately used honorifics: "You don't have to fight to plunder a lot of wealth like men do. You can make soap with peace of mind, you They will all become rich."
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Chapter 89 The first employment contract
