Because of Rurik's influence, the entire Rus tribe suddenly burst out with great vitality in the cold winter.
There is only one source of this vitality - the desire for wealth and power.
An ordinary warrior's requirements for life include a good boat, a steel sword of his own, a beautiful and obedient wife, and a wooden box full of silver coins.
The most important thing is the silver coins. As long as you have money, your personal desires can come true!
At the end of March, the seal hunters who had hunted extensively discovered that in many areas of the sea, the ice may break at any time. They all have very good eyesight. On a clear evening, they can already see the sparkling sea surface.
The good news quickly spread throughout the tribe, and all the tribesmen, including the guests, were extremely excited.
Simultaneously with the melting of sea ice, there is also the melting of land ice and snow.
People no longer have to worry about snow damaging their houses. Instead, some people need to consider the waterproofing capabilities of the thatch on their roofs.
During the day, the chaotic roads in Roseburg turned into mud after being trampled on, and at night they were frozen.
The cold days have receded, and the snow around Roseburg has also receded a lot. Green has appeared again in some places, and the weeds have officially begun to sprout!
A small amount of land was put into use immediately, but instead of wheat, onions were sown.
On March 28, the vernal equinox of the Julian calendar, high priest Vilia led his men, as well as the tribal girls who helped make soap, and everyone performed a small sacrifice at the stone boat altar.
From this day on, the days get longer and longer, and on that day, ninety-two days later, there will be no night in Roseburg.
The small sacrifice is just the beginning. When the ice on the coast disappears and there are only some floating ice in the visible sea, that day will be the "Spring Festival" of the Ross tribe!
As the festival was getting closer, Villa found Otto and asked him to go to his residence. In addition to explaining the date of this year's "Spring Festival", he also wanted to ask him about the details of the major event that was about to shake the peace of the Ross tribe.
Although Vilia is very old, she does not have Alzheimer's disease yet. During these days, she heard her subordinates explain some of the possibilities of war.
war? With whom? !
Ah, it turned out to be a Gotlander. The young man finally felt that his ax was sharp enough and finally planned to take revenge!
April 6 in the Julian calendar was a calm but undercurrent morning.
The fishermen looked to the sky, believing that it would be sunny and less windy in the coming period. According to the experience of previous years, the spring festival will take place in the next few days. Fishermen have a superstition that if the sea is calm after the festival, they will not be caught by sea monsters when fishing for fish.
However, everyone knows that when the sea ice melts, the sea fish that have endured the long winter will gain weight and become stronger. People with good luck can even catch big fish that are more than two stikas long.
Some brave people have risked being hit by sea ice or being captured by legendary sea monsters, pushing fishing boats into the sea, forming groups to avoid ice and starting to catch fish.
All the shipbuilding workshops opened the wooden doors of the docks. Whether they were newly built ships or repaired old ships, they were piled on the beach on a large scale, waiting to be pushed into the sea as soon as the sacrifice was over.
No fishing policy? No! This does not exist.
The Ross tribe is completely forced by the extreme cold to hibernate for nearly half of the year. As long as the sea ice melts, they must fish.
The spring festival dedicated to them is the Russian fishing festival.
Since the climate had become quite mild, Otto wore a leather coat and swaggered into the priest's longhouse following the messenger priest.
Entering this room was like entering a home. He threw his leather coat to the priest and sat cross-legged casually in front of the old Vilia in a smart linen attire.
"High Priest, you summoned me. What do you want to explain to me? About the sacrifice?"
"Of course! Everything is the same as in previous years."
Villa coughed lightly in his throat, without any delay, and said straightforwardly: "I watch the sky at night and know the sea ice situation. This year's time has been set, it will be April 15th, which is nine days later. .”
Otto thought for a moment and said slowly: "It's one day earlier than yesterday."
"The date of the Spring Festival is different every year. The important thing is that we performed the sacrifice." Vilia warned earnestly: "After the Spring Festival, you have to take your tribe to Novgorod. You must start immediately. This matter!"
"Yes, I still won't let you down this year."
"Of course you won't let me down, but!" Vilia stretched out her neck and clutched her crutch tightly with her old hands. She asked in a very serious manner: "Chief, I heard something. Are you going to bring Starting a war against the tribe?!"
war? ! Whenever he heard this word, Otto remained vigilant based entirely on instinct.
"Looking at how nervous you are, those rumors seem to be true. Chief, after so many years, you finally plan to avenge your brother."
At this moment, Otto was speechless.
But regarding the war, the priests have always been supportive. Vilia is old. In her long life, she has witnessed the Russians' northward expansion and their conquests with surrounding peoples.
Until now, the Russians have never been defeated! What is failure? No one knows.
Otto thought for a while and explained honestly: "Actually, I haven't made up my mind about this matter yet."
"Oh? In fact, you have objections in your heart?" Villa asked deliberately. The implication was to encourage the leader to send troops.
"I will never forget the murder of my brother. I must avenge this revenge on the Gotlanders. But is it beneficial for us to launch action quickly? Do our tribesmen share the same hatred? Now, the young people in the tribe are not eager to Revenge, rather, is to take away the treasures of the Gotlanders. They are brave, I support them, and I will not inhibit their bold attempts."
Wei Liya narrowed his eyes and said: "Actually, you are worried that the young man's actions will seriously violate your next plan?"
"Ah! You are the one who knows me, great priest." Otto cheered up and took a deep breath.
Villa had already seen through Otto's mind, and said: "Our future needs those young forces. Besides, it is not a long-term solution for us to hibernate in Roseburg and pray for the protection of the mountains and cold. We must fight out." , young people lack the correct command from their leaders, and they will make trouble."
"Yes, so I plan to build a new stronghold. It must be a warm area where wheat can be grown, and it must be far enough away from our enemies. I have chosen the approximate location and made preparations. I will spend some time Once the settlement is built, we will try to eat our own wheat before the new winter."
Vilia nodded: "I also know about this, and I fully support your decision."
"When the sacrifice is over, I will gather the wise people of the tribe together, and I will discuss these matters with them."
"Along with going south to avenge the Gotlanders? You really need to get together and discuss it carefully. Chief, our tribe will definitely be outnumbered this year. As the leader, you are taking a risk."
From Villa's tone, Otto felt a hint of danger. Of course revenge must be avenged, but is the timing reasonable?
He reluctantly replied: "I will definitely make arrangements, and all our initiatives will be successful."
"You must win, I hope we only have very few losses." After saying that, Vilia sighed, and suddenly her eyes suddenly opened wide: "One more thing, Rurik hasn't come to my place these days. , I heard that he is in the blacksmith shop? Is it still about the steel sword? "
"This...is actually something else."
Otto really didn’t want to say more. He said that when his son saw the glass wine bottle of the great businessman Gould, he “heard hallucinations on the spot and heard the oracle of Odin”, so he happily ran to the blacksmith shop to discuss making it. The matter of glass bottles. His son had never failed in what he wanted to do, and Otto believed that his son might succeed and earn more money as a result.
It was during this period that Otto focused his experience mainly on new voyages.
Children of the tribe? Let them play freely, run freely in the small world of Roseburg, and play wild games.
"Maybe Rurik has some fantastic ideas." Villa continued to ask, "He just stays in the blacksmith shop and continues to make money?"
"Yes... right. He is obsessed with making money now. I have to admit that Rurik is really a business genius."
"Just to make money?" Villa interrogated: "Chief, what are you hiding?"
Otto gritted his teeth and inadvertently revealed his displeasure: "Rurik... he plans to establish his own power, with at least a hundred servants, and hire a guard that is only loyal to himself. He plans to support this group of people at his own expense, and possibly more if he likes."
Hearing this, Villa's heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand.
Her heart was violently excited, and her old hands couldn't help but hold the position of her heart tightly. She sat quietly for a while in Otto's panic before she regained her composure.
"High Priest, are you...are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I can't die yet." Vilia bit her last few teeth, raised her head and closed her eyes, looking thoughtful.
"High Priest, are you really okay?"
"I'm normal." Villa looked up to the sky and sighed, looking at the longhouse beams with empty eyes, and sighed: "Rurik is indeed different from you, Otto. You just want to be a chief, and he wants to be Otto. Gustus!”
"Augustus? What does this mean?" Otto asked doubtfully.
Otto did not know the meaning of the word "Augustus" and even thought that its pronunciation was somewhat similar to his own name.
Villa, who continued to look at the beam, laughed happily: "My leader, maybe your son will become the leader of the entire alliance. Even more than that! If he can conquer the entire sea area, if he succeeds, Yes, he is Augustus."
Unify the feature film territory? Otto himself does not have such ambitions, and even feels that it is unnecessary and does not warrant concern. The son inherits the position of Chief Ross. As long as he manages the people well and allows everyone to get what they want, he will be a good chief. Otto felt that the ultimate outcome of his son's struggle would be to serve as the leader of the tribal alliance, allowing the Ross tribe to replace the Melalen tribe.
"High Priest, what do you mean by Augustus? Is it... greater than Fuherra (the largest leader, the leader of the tribe)?"
"Of course. The leader of the Romans is called Augustus. The king of the Franks also wants this title. Once they know the greatness of this title, all powerful people want it. I have taught you Rurik this a long time ago Vocabulary, it seems that he is really planning to implement it.”
"Huh? Just when he plans to raise a group of servants and guards?" Otto asked in confusion.
"Maybe. Chief, you can go back. Think carefully about what I said. I will continue to prepare for the sacrifice."
"But this word..."
"Don't ask any more questions." Vilia waved her hand, "Do what you should do and support all your son's initiatives."
Otto didn't think much about it. Since the high priest didn't want him to stay for a long time, he should leave early. He went out, not taking Villa's words about "Augustus" too seriously.
But Vilia was very relieved about this. She really couldn't figure out why such a word suddenly popped into her mind when she was talking to Otto.
Yes, it must be an oracle!
right! Odin must have given another blessing, which will lead Rurik to become the "Augustus" of all northerners, the supreme leader of this cold world full of strife. The original meaning of Augustus is "Supreme". There is still no higher-level word than it in the European world, not even in the future.
Villa learned this term from the men in black from Rome, and also knew that this was the highest honorary title a person could obtain. Of course, the person who obtained it must also have absolute control over a vast area. To mortals, Augustus was like a god-like being!
That's how Vilia understood it, and had great reverence for the word.
She still has to work on the sacrifices, and she also needs to allocate her hands to continue making soap in order to earn more silver coins.
When the priests started making soap, the once poor priests suddenly became rich.
It is said that Rurik ate meat, and the priests ate the minced meat residue and bone soup on some bones. Even so, they still made a lot of money. Over the course of several months, the priests had made a cumulative total of eight hundred silver coins, for the soap was taken away as soon as it was made and the purchase price was paid for it by Rurik as soon as possible. This kind of good life where you can see cash immediately as soon as you give birth is really like a dream.
With money, sacrifices can be held more beautifully and solemnly.
With money, all the priests began to dress themselves up. They used their own soap to wash their bodies and clothes cleanly. They also purchased new linen clothing materials and tailors made a large number of new clothes. In order for the sacrifice to go smoothly, they, together with the tribal girls who helped them, also prepared new small-sized linen robes.
Everyone becomes tidy, and people become more beautiful because of wearing gem amber.
The nine days are really very short. The day of the big festival is just around the corner. This day has finally arrived!
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Chapter 121 Villa pointedly pointed out that he just wanted to be Augustus
