The two of them chatted and laughed happily, just like they did when they were bored. They talked without intending to listen but listened with interest.
The two women who were still pounding flour exchanged glances with each other. After all, now, they must accept the fact that their original lives have completely collapsed, and they must find a way out for their future as soon as possible.
The real leader of this group of pirates has obviously given a strong hint.
Yes, the pirate leader of Kongwu, just like the dead Oxon, are men who need servants to serve them.
A chance to survive is before you. If you serve well, you can still live a stable life.
They don't care about the future of other prisoners, because they are never the same person in Skenberg.
Now, the only thing they care about is their daughter.
They prayed silently in their hearts that the son of the pirate leader also needed servants to serve him. After many years, the woman who was a servant grew up. If she could give birth to a healthy boy for the leader's son, then her daughter would not be a servant, but a real wife and concubine. .
Ever since, the two women, who had lived with each other for many years and depended on each other, exchanged glances again and reached a consensus.
Once, because of their young and beautiful appearance, they were spotted by the wealthy Gotland businessman Oxon. Through hard work to please, the two women obtained a life that was far better than before.
The former beauty and stability were destroyed, and everything started from scratch. While they were still beautiful, they took their daughters to please a strong man and restore everything lost.
There's still time.
The pounded dough was kneaded by the captives into rough dough, mixed with a large amount of wheat bran and even some gravel chips. They pat the dough into pancakes and throw them directly on the hot iron plate. Soon, the dry wheat cakes are cooked.
There were more than thirty people sitting around each campfire. It would be a lot of work for the four prisoners to serve dinner to so many people.
The stronger the warrior, the bigger his appetite. Young Ross warriors often have the ability to eat a big fish in one meal. Their stomachs were stretched out enough to capture a lot of wheat, which they really wanted to feast on.
Even so, the human stomach is not a bottomless pit.
There is a very clear standard for the amount of wheat in each sack, that is, the total weight of a sack of pure wheat kernels is one hundred Roman pounds. After all, to run a "castle", food storage is a top priority.
The wheat stored up by the Lord of Death Castle was originally planned to be eaten until the autumn harvest, but now most of it was captured by the Russians.
More than thirty people ate one hundred Roman pounds, or nearly forty kilograms, of wheat in one meal. It was really crazy!
Reality is often so crazy.
Any opportunity to eat a lot of wheat should not be missed, because in the Russian concept, wheat cakes or bread, accompanied by roasted venison and wild boar sprinkled with salt and sizzling oil, are truly the enjoyment of life. If you have a glass of mead with your meal, it will be like living in Valhalla.
Once a wheat cake is cooked, it will be taken away.
The cooking prisoners were not surprised when they saw the Russians eating so much, because they also spoke Norse language that they could fully understand, and they had the same virtues as their dead relatives, such as their appetite. Very big.
Like other tribes, the Rus' life after the sea ice receded was filled with high-intensity physical work, especially boating and logging.
In this meal, whether it was wheat cakes or purely cooked wheat kernels, many people ate nearly a kilogram without force. Such people finally had the rare experience in life of eating wheat until their belly was as big as a drum.
Many people were already satisfied and simply faced the dancing flames of the campfire, opened their bulging bellies as if they had swallowed a big stone, and deliberately tapped their bellies to make a crisp sound, making the other brothers laugh.
This happens almost everywhere, and they celebrate in their own way that they can fill their entire stomachs with wheat.
"It's a rare treat. The food they cook is quite delicious." Arik squatted on the beach, nibbling the soft and crispy wheat cake in his hand, and unconsciously praised the woman's craftsmanship.
At this moment, something is changing.
Harold Johnson accepted the wonderful change easily, because he didn't need to do anything himself, and the two women brought the baked wheat cake to his mouth.
"Aric, haha. Look at these two women, they are really two smart people. And they are good cooks."
Arik shrugged. Even as a young man, he could see that the two women deliberately approached Harold Johnson and made flattering gestures for the sole purpose of living well.
He really couldn't believe that those two women accepted their new fate so quickly?
Harold Johnson never thought that one day he would be able to live a life of food. Being served by slaves? He had never dared to think about it.
Arik clicked his tongue, "Oh, uncle, I think you will never be able to live without these two women in the future."
"Isn't that better?!" Haro Zuosen breathed a long sigh of relief, opened his arms very naturally, put them on the shoulders of the two women, and looked at Arik with a wanton smile, showing his relaxation. "Look, how obedient they are. I should be their new master from now on."
"You have the power." Arik responded absently.
"You..." Harozov took a few bites of the wheat biscuits handed to him by the woman and swallowed them happily, "Ah, Arik, you see there are many young women among these prisoners. They are everyone's trophies. Servants should be assigned to everyone. You are a hero in battle, and you can choose the most beautiful one to be your servant. Even...hehehe..."
"What's wrong? How many more children can you give me?"
"It seems you understand." Harozov suddenly became serious. He sat upright and casually greeted the woman while continuing to bake pancakes.
Then he stood up, walked closer to Arik and sat down again, waving his hands to plan a beautiful scene.
"As you know, we lost more than sixty brothers in this battle. We succeeded in revenge, but the price was not small. All those who died in the battle were our brothers, and we all have a common ancestor. We Russians robbed a A large amount of wealth and strength were also lost. So..."
At this age, Haro Zuosen is the "elder" of the tribe and has the right to participate in high-level meetings of the tribe.
He patted Arik on the young shoulder: "Kid, don't underestimate yourself, you still have a task that needs to be completed in your life."
"Huh? What is that?"
"Just giving birth."
"Ha! I thought it was such a great thing."
"That's the most important thing! Arik, you need to have more sons. Look at these young men. They must have their own wives and give birth to more boys. You always remember that boys grow up to be warriors. Only if we have more warriors can we Russians continue to be strong."
Haro Zuosen's words sounded very reasonable, but Arik still asked: "Soon our warriors will have the best weapons again, and any battle will give us an advantage. Maybe..."
"No!" Harold Johnson shook his head, "We still need a lot of boys and more warriors. Of course we need a lot of good weapons, and we need a population even more. Think about it, if we didn't bring four hundred and fifty this time Instead of 4,500 people, why should we land in the south of the island? The army will directly attack the north of the island and wipe out the dissatisfaction of the entire Gotland Island. They will all be subdued as our servants. That is really the ultimate revenge."
After hearing this, Arik immediately had a wonderful dream.
He looked at the dancing flames and thought of everyone's desperate fight in the fire last night.
Four thousand five hundred warriors of the Ross tribe? I'm afraid only the entire Siweiya Tribe Alliance can gather so many people in one battle! The Danes are capable of doing it quickly.
Arik's thinking this way is really hindered by his narrow vision.
In the far east, it is not unusual for a battlefield to see hundreds of thousands of people fighting on both sides, but in the west, many large tribes have populations of less than 100,000.
In this era, the Frankish Kingdom, which governed all of Western Europe and most of Eastern Europe, had a maximum mobilization capacity of only about 150,000 troops. Compared with its huge population of 12 million, it is really difficult to use this small force to resist the invasion of foreign enemies.
The so-called 150,000 troops include only 30,000 to 40,000 troops from the king, and all other troops come from lords from various places. It is not unusual for so many people to gather in one place and spend half a year traveling.
In contrast, the powerful Danes could quickly assemble an army of 20,000 people.
Although the Siweiya Tribe Alliance is much weaker, it is no problem to quickly gather 10,000 people.
After gathering, they rowed collectively in the sea, drifting at a speed of one hundred kilometers a day to attack the offshore areas of Frank and Britain, and they were more efficient than cavalry.
After all, Harozov is a veteran. He is no longer young, and his aggressive and aggressive temperament has been worn away too much. Now he has simply realized the importance of population.
He hit Arik with words: "Why do you think our leader is a Melalen?"
"They're powerful."
"Why are they powerful?"
"Probably... their business is very developed. Their land can grow wheat, but we can't."
"It's the population." Harozov grimaced and shook his head, "It's just that there are so many of them. Now I have an idea..."
As he said that, he pointed to the two women who were still making wheat cakes and secretly feeding their daughters, "I already fully understand that those two women are both twenty-five years old. As a woman, they are still young. Yes. I just want to accept these two women. They are still servants and my wives and concubines. I only have one dream now, which is to have ten more sons before I die in battle or die of old age."
"What?!" Arik instantly felt that the old guy next to him had made a mistake in the quantifier.
"Ten sons, how about that? Is that a great plan?"
"This... plan is really great. I'm just worried that your wife will be very angry because of the appearance of two women."
"How about that?" Harozov shrugged, "What's the beauty of that aging woman? She is already a wrinkled old woman and can no longer bear me a son. Now I have a chance, I want a new one. Don't worry. , they are just servants, and they are still servants even if they give birth to children. Only the children they give birth to me will be treated equally. Arik! "
"I am listening."
"You are still too young and should grow up quickly. You should choose one or two women from the captives to be servants. Follow my advice. I am doing you a favor."
"Forget it. I only like my Peravina. Maybe when I reach your age, I have other ideas."
Harozov was indeed experienced. When he saw the pitiful appearance of the two women in the stone room of the castle, a feeling of pity came to his heart. Then, this pity turned into a desire for possession.
Not only because he is a man, but also because he has the power to claim it as his own, and he also has a deep understanding that if a woman who once gave birth to a child safely gave birth to a second child, there would be almost no difficulty in giving birth. In fact, all Ross families do not reject such women. This image has even been made into a wood carving, becoming the god in charge of fertility and one of the incarnations of Freya, another great god.
After a full meal, Harozov was happy to talk about random things.
"Arik, I have asked you very clearly. Whatever you and I just whispered to them were all asking about their life experience. They are also willing to explain their life experience."
"Oh? Who are they?"
"Of course they are Danes, two women who were abandoned by their parents. The man you killed who was fatter than a seal was their buyer."
"In other words, they are servants themselves?"
"Yes." Harozov said seriously, "I will be their new master and give them and their children safety. I am touched by my decision. I am a kind person. They have both given birth to two children. But all the boys among them died unexpectedly. Did you see the two little girls left making porridge? They were the last ones to survive.
I have decided that they will be my servants and receive my protection at the cost of giving me more sons.
I will also continue to raise their daughters, but they will be the servants of my younger son Kanuf. Well...just like your brother Rurik had a servant named Rumia, my younger son can have two. Haha, maybe my youngest son can be a little better than Rurik in this matter. "
Arik shook his head: "No... Kanuf is no match for Rurik. Your son can just be a subordinate."
"Of course." As he said that, Harozov glanced at the two little girls: "In ten years, the girls will grow up to be women, and my Kanuf will also grow up. I think my The arrangement was merciful, and Kanuf would turn two of his servants into his own wives. Maybe my plan to have ten sons was too crazy. Then cut it back, when my hair and beard have turned to snow Sexy, I can see many grandchildren running around, this life is worth it!"
"Oh! Another great plan. Haha, it depends on Kanuf's luck and the abilities of the two girls."
A Rus man certainly hopes to have more boys. Arik grew up in this atmosphere, and he knows the gray of many tribes.
For example, poor families are also very paranoid about giving birth to more boys. The most fundamental reason is that when boys grow up, they can attack other tribes with battle axes and plunder the enemy's wealth, and their own families may quickly become rich. .
For this reason, many newborn baby girls are simply abandoned by their parents simply because they will not invest important food in "daughters who lack a future."
Aric, he doesn't think there's anything wrong with what many parents do.
Everything is fate! Just like his father being killed by the Gotlanders, it was his father's fate. Now, fate has favored him, and he has achieved Arik's reputation with a big victory. It is also fate.
When the Russians were full, it was time for the prisoners to eat.
There was still some wheat left, which the prisoners made into wheat cakes. In addition to filling their own stomachs, the other thirty prisoners also had food to eat.
Harm a defenseless prisoner? If they were to be harmed, they would be left alone until now.
The Russians didn't want their lives at all, and they undoubtedly played with them for no reason. Just like a wise old guy like Harozov, he very rationally used them as a strategic resource, even a little girl.
Many families of the Rus have committed so many evils over the decades that there is a small forest called the "forest of bad luck", where the pine needles are covered with many weak corpses. The Russians threw many newborn baby girls and unsound baby boys here, praying that the souls of the babies would return to the earth and become part of Freya, the fertility god.
However, once the girl who was not abandoned and survived by chance grew up to be alive and kicking, the situation was completely different.
On weekdays, the daughter is asked to do housework, do whatever she can to cut firewood and fish. Once she reaches the age of twelve, she is engaged and her parents receive a considerable betrothal gift.
A few years later, the newly grown girls begin the reincarnation of their mothers again. Then it has nothing to do with her biological parents.
The two women were sensitive to the discussions that Arik and Harozolson discussed around the campfire.
They tried their best to stuff wheat into their daughters' mouths, hoping that they could eat as much as possible tonight and not suffer too much in the future.
As for what they should do, they chose to absolutely cater to their new master and do their best to please them in order to gain as much benefit as possible.
During this night, many young Rus warriors had relations with their captives.
Some men choose a captive and promise her a so-called good future. Regardless of whether the woman accepts it or not, the flirtatious couple on the way back will be settled! Of course things are not over yet. Such a man simply wants to make temporary things permanent!
In a short period of time, the forty cooking prisoners all had their own "husbands."
In fact, that is a husband in the true sense!
Many of the Ross warriors who went south were in their early twenties, and the captured women were also of this age.
They went south to conquer the Gotlanders, and for this reason they sacrificed the opportunity to go to Novgorod to complete a man's lifelong event. They never expected that the opportunity to marry would be right in front of them?
Make them servants? No! She should be a real wife.
After the captives were forced to have sex with Ross's men, they noticed a change in their attitudes.
These Russians suddenly became communicative. As long as they were obedient, not only would they not be harmed, but they would also receive some care. For example, for many women who were wearing thin clothes, the so-called "husbands" actually put a thick leather coat on their bodies, saying "Don't let their women get cold". What's more, he personally fed his "wife" wrapped in animal skins to eat wheat cakes and dried fish, and a servant actually accepted the service of his master? !
Suddenly, Stockholm Syndrome spreads on this beach, and they begin to try to accept the fact that they have changed from Gotlanders to Rus.
This night, Harozov felt like he was regaining his prominence on another battlefield. He seemed to be back when he was twenty. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, tonight was really auspicious.
Harozov firmly believed that starting from tonight, the two women would not only become obedient wives and concubines, but nine months later, the youngest son Kanuf would have two half-brothers.
Everything becomes beautiful.
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Chapter 134 Harozov’s Dream and the Prisoner’s Choice
