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. It dawned on me 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 child, 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 a piece will be available to all of them. Praise me, my children."
Otto opened his arms and looked proud, and Rurik and the priests were even more overjoyed. Because according to the employment contract that was just signed and came into effect, it starts counting from yesterday. The leader has developed twenty customers and can sell at least twenty pieces of soap. The priests can all reasonably share the 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."
"Hehe." Rurik had to act cheaply, "We can have greater wealth. Dad, since you can make those uncles buy my soap, you can sell it to more people. The priests made the 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 threads.
Things are getting incredibly complicated and the future is full of possibilities for great wealth.
Things have completely changed. Now that his son has a "sacred agreement" with the priests, he can't say anything else. His only thought was that everyone should strictly abide by this agreement, and that the technology of soap making must be a secret among the chief family and the priests. Moreover, it is best for future soap making to be limited to the sacred chief priest. inside the house.
For this reason, Otto firmly believed that he had a heavy responsibility. For 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. After filling thirty-five wooden boxes, thirty-five soaps would be 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 came to an end for the time being.
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 we have enough silver coins, we are willing to do it."
"Then you all have a good rest, and I hope my dad can sell them all tomorrow."
"Okay." Bo Na had a smile on her face. When she thought about money, it seemed as if 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, it was really a pity to leave Rick alone.
He sat on the leather cushion 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 herd 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."
"It'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 will go herding tomorrow."
Rumia's Norse language was still stumbling. She really didn't want to run away, even if she was driven away, she wouldn't be happy.
People naturally like to get together. During this period, she was eating well and wearing warm clothes every day. Running away would mean losing all of these. Now it looks like you can enjoy more goodies if you stay, like washing your hair and face with soap.
The two of them took care of their shop by the campfire, and rested beside the baked soap.
As they slept, each bar of soap was rapidly dehydrating again. Following yesterday's less than successful experience, the wooden boxes were placed relatively far away from the campfire. They were roasted until they were warm, trying their best to achieve a perfect dehydration process.
The effort was successful and a new day came early for Otto. He came so early to get the goods, just to sell all the soap 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 sit idly by and 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 have awakened 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. "Chief, come here 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, and a pile of brick-like soap bars was knocked out. The situation was exactly what Rurik expected. He held the soap bar and felt that it had become quite dry. Its texture is still very soft, and you can easily take off a piece with your fingernails, but there is no so-called greasy feeling at all, because it has transformed from a lump of fat 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 understand 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 true! You may not know that yesterday your uncles felt its bitterness. If you want to sell soap to them, they can only use this The method 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 it in his mind.
"Great priest, the soaps you make are very good. I will sell them next. Please give me a piece of linen 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 give us twenty silver coins if you sell them all." 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 with me. Go see 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 is just a child. His physical strength is limited, and he can only move eight pieces with all his strength.
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 still had great strength. 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."
"Come on, take your servants and follow me."
Otto had already made an agreement with his guys. The three of them walked through the snow to the vicinity of their home, and then turned into a small empty 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 Liurik to him.
He proudly announced to his men: "Brothers, now I have good news for you. My son Rurik, he received the inspiration for making soupa from Odin. The soupa in my hand is the one that can make you It can clean your beard, your hair, your clothes, and even your wife. It can also wash away the mud in your navel and the parasites on your body.
Rurik has given his wisdom to the priests, and now the priests can also get Odin's wisdom, and they can make more soupa.
What a blessing Odin has been to our tribe! Now you only need to pay two silver coins, two Roman silver coins of the best quality, and you can get a piece in my hand.
It is a very large piece, and each one can be used for a long time. Buy one and it will be enough for you to last until the next winter. "
Otto's words were very tempting. When he saw the large number of visitors, 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. 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 wash 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 are indeed more than fifty buyers who come here, there are bound to be some people who cannot 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 in the tribe have no idea of queuing up. Without a respected person like Otto to control the scene, the buying and selling scene would easily become very chaotic.
Otto embodies the power of a father. He tells his son Rurik to stand still and his task is to collect money. He ordered his son's servant Rumia to deliver soap to buyers.
He pointed at the person he was looking forward to, 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, and it was a pity that quite a few people still didn't get the soap.
More people just came to watch the fun. When someone boasted that they had bought a soap that could clean everything, they would scream and wonder how they could not attract people to watch.
Some people tried to use it on the spot, grabbing the snow everywhere in their hands and rubbing it in the soapy water. Their hands were soon covered with tiny soap bubbles. After grabbing a few more handfuls of snow, my palms were indeed clean, including the gaps between my fingernails that were suddenly spotless. This fact is the best proof.
Otto and Rurik sold 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 is all silver, and 1 is accompanied by lead!
Rurik felt a little dazed for a moment, his heart was beating so fast that he couldn't stand still. Because, no matter in any era, he understands that gold and silver, two precious metals, are precious metals and inherently have monetary properties.
Just like that, after working hard for a few days, I made a lot of money from my clansmen. First, make money within the tribe, and then you must go to the so-called brother tribe to make money.
Not only that, look at the crazy smiling faces of the tribesmen. They are already pulling their father away with smiles on their faces. 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 gathered together for a long discussion.
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 full of 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."
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Chapter 90 One Hundred Silver Coins
