It was another warm morning. As usual, Rurik organized the children to do some complicated formation drills and real muscle confrontation on the hillside.
In the eyes of others, more than a hundred children were ordered to line up in a square line, move in an orderly pace, and then quickly turn into four human walls to form a hollow formation according to the command. Even adults find it difficult to do this. As a result, the children have shown the skills of a real warrior under Rurik's command.
A child needs a lot of food when growing up, and children especially have a strong need for meat.
The lives of the Russian people are filled with meat, or in other words, everyone is a carnivore in a certain sense, and eating fish is completely commonplace.
Although fish meat is not as good as the meat of large livestock, as long as you eat enough, people can still thrive.
Children only need a certain amount of physical stimulation during their growth process, and they will grow taller and stronger.
However, if it requires a lot of mental work, you need to eat more bread to supplement the carbohydrates that can be consumed quickly.
After exercising all morning, Rurik felt that his thin body had already exercised.
He always has a group of followers around him, especially the follower Kanuf, followed by the "general" Bald Fisk.
The gentle south wind rustled the pine forest.
Most of the children have gone back to their homes, and some are chewing the dried fish they brought on the spot.
This is the case for Fisk, who unfortunately lost his father and now lives with his mother, mainly relying on the help of his tribe.
Fisk and his mother would also go offshore to catch some small fish, dry them and use them as regular food.
Overall, he wasn't having an easy time.
It is also for this reason that Fisk wishes he could quickly grow up to the age where he can go to war, so that with his own strength, he can forever change his poor life.
As for Rurik, he sat on the grass, opened his linen bag, took out a piece of whale meat that had been roasted inside, and started to eat it wantonly.
Fisk came closer looking for the smell of meat, and Rurik noticed this uninvited guest.
"What? You want to eat too?"
"No, I just came to see you."
"Forget it." Rurik pulled out the meat-cutting knife, cut a piece of meat and handed it to Fisk, "Eat it. You always eat dried fish, this is not okay."
Fiske admired Rurik, even though he was two years older than him. People are indeed different. Ever since he learned that Rurik had made a huge fortune in just half a year, and he was also a child, Fisk now has a strong sense of inferiority when facing Rurik.
Fisk didn't want to accept it, so Rurik stuffed the meat directly without any nonsense.
Facing Fisk's complicated eyes, Rurik said seriously: "We are all brothers, and of course we have to eat meat together."
"But...is this whale meat?"
"Yeah. As you know these days, beluga whales are always for sale on the beach."
"My family can't afford that. It's too expensive. It's not like you..." Fisk's words were full of regret.
Is this kid feeling inferior? ! How can that be done?
Rurik thought for a while and said: "You can take the meat if I give it to you. In exchange, you give me some dried fish and we will be even. By the way, if you still feel it is not appropriate, just listen to my orders more in the future." work."
Fisk nodded and felt much better. "Rurik, of course I will do something good for you. As long as it is arranged by you, I will definitely do it."
"Oh! That's good. When you grow up, you can be my war leader."
"Okay, when the time comes we will continue our crusade against the Gotlanders, and I will be the vanguard."
Thinking of those things, Fisk's eyes were full of hope, and he couldn't help but also mentioned: "Rurik, your cousin and those people will be back soon."
"I don't know. I hope they are safe."
"Sigh. How much treasure they grabbed has nothing to do with me. They will no longer give me any more wealth. I have to be a fisherman for many more years before I am old enough to fight."
Fiske's words were rather pessimistic.
Then I thought about it. In this era, a little boy who is less than ten years old loses his father. The mother and son of the family depend on each other. It can only be said to be a miracle of survival that the mother and son can continue to live.
Indeed, the Ross tribe adopted some new methods of material distribution starting in 829. Basically, whoever has the ability to grab the treasure will almost all keep it to themselves. It is no longer the situation in the past where the entire tribe was divided equally among families and every member of the tribe could receive dividends.
People are always self-interested. In the difficult times of the Ross tribe, everyone could share the hardships. Now that the tribe's wealth continues to accumulate, it is understandable that they do not want to share the blessings.
Rurik estimated that his father's decision would forever change the original appearance of the tribe and even cause division among the tribe.
Rurik looked up at the children who had not returned home yet, sitting on the grass and eating fish. After all, these young children were the foundation of the future of the tribe.
Could it be that his father died fighting for his tribe and his son could only survive on dried fish?
Could it be that the families of people who went to war in the name of the Ross tribe could enjoy all the spoils of war, while it was reasonable for families who did not participate in the war to bear the possible revenge of the enemy?
A reasonable ethnic group shouldn't be like this!
Especially the tribal children who live on dried fish all day long, this should be the end of it!
At this time, Kanuf, who was purely greedy, came happily to him in the grass like a puppy, wagging his tail happily.
The child called out affectionately: "Brother Rurik, you have already given Kanuf meat, please give me some too."
"You? That's fine. But your family is not poor at all. Wouldn't it be better for your mother to use the money to buy some whale meat?"
"Oh, I'm just greedy."
"You are honest. You can eat meat, as long as you do what I tell you, you must do it. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Kanuf agreed without thinking. The child got a piece of meat and said happily: "With you, we all have meat to eat, and we will become richer and richer in the future."
"Of course." Rurik simply stopped eating. His knife cut the remaining meat in half and gave it to Kanuf and Fisk.
"What? You don't want to eat?" Fisk asked doubtfully.
"No." I'm going to call all the brothers who haven't left yet. I want to tell everyone something big.
The sun is shining brightly, making it a comfortable noon.
The Russians do not have a clear meal time, but everyone generally maintains the habit of having two meals a day.
Rurik's remarks were just for the purpose of physical training for the children, and he ordered them to eat something before arriving. Also bring a small cloth bag to store some food to eat after training.
As a result, the children who trained with him had to eat three standard meals a day. This was purely physical training and consumed a lot of money.
There are nearly fifty children who have not left the hillside, because for them, it is better for them to run around outside than to stay home. Going to the beach or a mountain stream to get something edible is better than doing nothing.
Everyone was gathered together by Rurik one after another, and these people stood in a matrix queue.
It must be said that the way they straightened their chests and slightly raised their chins was Rurik's death order. Children are willing to obey, because if they disobey, they will be expelled from the entire group. That is an extremely dangerous punishment. Being ostracized by peers now will often still be ostracized ten years later.
This matter did not cost Ryrik much thought.
Children always need a child king, and there is no doubt that Rurik is such a powerful child king, even if he is about to reach eight years old.
Like reviewing soldiers, Rurik deliberately walked in front of them for a while with his hands behind his back.
He suddenly asked: "Brothers, have you finished eating all your dried fish?"
"Yes!"
They spoke in unison, and although their voices were childish, their majestic aura had begun to take shape.
"Okay, but I don't think you are eating well. Do you plan to live on eating small fish until you can drive a fishing boat alone or really participate in a battle? Ask your hearts, are you willing? ?”
When asked this question, many children directly shouted: "But what can I eat if I don't eat dried fish now? My father has gone to Novgorod, and I can only eat wheat when he comes back."
This statement resonated with many people, and the team became chaotic.
Rurik stretched out his hands and made gentle downward movements.
"Keep quiet and listen to me."
They were indeed happy to serve Rurik, and everything went from chaos to tranquility in a matter of seconds.
There is something that Rurik has been thinking about for a long time. Today he saw that his subordinates were still living on dried fish. The matter really had to be implemented as soon as possible. Before that, he needed to inform his own people of the good news.
Rurik announced in public: "Brothers! You can no longer live on dried fish. All of you must eat fresh meat. Now I have decided, I will ensure that I will either eat a pound of cooked whale meat every day, or... Two pounds of cooked fish.
You all have noticed that we do not need to pay even one copper coin for this.
You are my brothers, be loyal to me, and this is the price you pay. Starting from tomorrow, I will arrange for someone to cook fish for you! "
Everyone, those who understood understood it, found it incredible, while those who did not understand were still confused.
Fisk said confused: "Rurik, are you serious? Do you want to give us a pound of fish every day for free?"
"It's two pounds!" Rurik emphasized. "If it's whale meat, then it's one pound. If it's venison, it's also one pound. Fisk, please pay attention. I'm talking about cooked or roasted meat." Meat, not a pound of fresh meat. Do you understand?"
"I...I understand. But you actually plan to give us meat for free."
"Yes, it's a gift. As your leader, and you are loyal to me, of course I will reward you with some meat."
Gift? Where in the world is there a free lunch? Even if they are really willing to be charity givers, they will at least get spiritual satisfaction or receive praise from society in the process of giving. When people are alive, who doesn't want more praise and therefore live a happy life.
Rurik believed that he would be praised by his subordinates for doing this. The most important thing was that his subordinates would be more loyal to him because of the free meat.
It is certainly a good thing that they can be loyal throughout their lives. But people will change, and Rurik firmly believes that at least for a while, they will be especially grateful for the free lunch every day.
If that's all it is, it's too superficial.
Rurik did not just act on a whim. Regarding the issue of meat, he emphasized this: "Brothers, I will be the next leader, and you are my most trusted brothers. But you are too thin, even the oldest Fei Sk, you can't defeat me in a single fight. Why do you think this is?"
"Haha, because you really know how to fight." Fisk joked.
"Yes, I am indeed good at fighting. Fisk, or anyone else, I can see the weaknesses clearly and attack them to win. However, if I were a thin person, no matter how clearly I saw the enemy's weaknesses, I still would not be able to attack them. No. The only way to avoid being thin is to eat meat! Eat a lot of meat! But some of you lack this opportunity.
Everything is different now, I promise you. Starting from noon tomorrow at the earliest, I will take you to eat meat. I will officially inform all of you about this during training tomorrow morning.
Now you can go home and tell the brothers who ran away first to find them in the creeks and woods and tell them that they don’t have to fish anymore. "
Hearing this, the children's faces were filled with happy smiles.
They dispersed immediately, leaving only Fisk and Kanuf with complicated faces, hoping to learn more from Rurik.
"Are you really serious? Even one pound of fish has to be fed to one hundred and fifty of us! Even every day? This is a huge consumption, right? Your money..." Fisk kindly dissuaded: "Stay Rick, it's a good thing you let the brothers eat meat. Maybe you let everyone eat once every three days, and that's enough."
"No!" Rurik's attitude was very firm. "You doubt my financial resources? Fisk, you still need to learn calculations. Don't worry, I will also teach you how to calculate. You don't have to worry about anything. Tomorrow Just wait for the meat! I just hope that all of you will be very strong in the future."
After that, Rurik patted Fisk on the shoulder again, "You can go back to visit your mother."
"No. Wherever you go next, I am willing to follow you. I can't eat your flesh in vain."
"Me too." Although Kanuf still didn't understand, he was short-tongued and willing to serve Rurik.
"You two... okay. I'm going to Klavasen's blacksmith shop now, and I'm going to discuss making some new things with him. You two are more loyal than the others, so come with me!"
"You are more loyal than others", the two of them were very energetic after hearing it. Everyone firmly believes that it is inevitable that Rurik will serve as the future leader. How can you not be happy when you hear Rurik's praise of "loyalty"?
Rurik certainly didn’t worry about meat.
Because the priests had demand for whale blubber, whale meat, and even whale teeth, this stimulated fishermen to take further risks. As for eating fish, fishermen are willing to take risks for more catches. As long as the fish caught in the morning can be sold quickly, the fishermen have no control over who buys them and how much they buy. As long as the buyer comes up with the money, that's fine.
Rurik had already calculated very clearly that even if it was the best whale meat, one pound of cooked whale meat could satisfy one hundred and fifty children every day. If it was always in stock, the daily consumption would only be about ten silver coins. For ordinary people, this is already a crazy number.
Whales are cloven-hoofed animals after all. It is normal for the meat of such animals to shrink to 60% of its raw meat state after being cooked. Whale oil doesn't have much odor, but it has a strong smell of whale meat.
Rurik was used to the fishy smell of all kinds of seafood, and he could tolerate the horrible smell of shark meat, as did everyone else.
Fish meat shrinks even more when cooked, and its energy density is not as good as that of whales and seals. Therefore, the price of fresh fish is indeed much lower than that of whale meat.
Of course Rurik knew that the most powerful meat was beef. However, only the southern allies were raising cattle on a small scale. Besides, Rurik didn’t think that the Nordics in this time and space could raise cattle fat and strong.
If you pay ten silver coins a day for fertilizer and fish meat, and then pay another silver coin to hire idle women from the tribe to help cook the fish and meat, you will get more than three hundred silver coins in a month.
Is it expensive? It's impossible to say it's not expensive.
For the money you pay it's well worth it.
Rurik even wanted to come up with a slogan for this: A pound of meat a day strengthens the Russians.
Rurik has made a decision. He also knows that his original intention of giving out benefits is to train the team and win people's hearts. He also realizes that there will be financial pressure after doing so. Fortunately, his current financial situation is still about making money quickly. To be precise, the priests and blacksmiths are throwing away the production of consumer goods and necessary tools.
Their production is to create wealth! Their production has also stimulated fishermen's unprecedented enthusiasm for fishing, and fishermen are also working hard to create wealth.
Rurik knew that in this production industry chain, he had actually obtained the majority of the material production profits through commercial cooperation agreements.
The internal tribal market for commodities is only so large, especially for soap. The demand of tribal families can quickly reach saturation, and their consumption rate is far slower than the production rate. So the soap must be sold to other tribes to earn huge profits.
In order to make more money, it is necessary to create more valuable goods, sell them to tribesmen or allies, and develop new profit-making channels for goods.
For example, to make glass, Rurik took his two loyal subordinates and walked towards Karavasin's blacksmith shop.
Rurik also vaguely sensed the possibility of another crisis.
That is to use commercial means to crazily collect the wealth of tribal residents. Although the currency circulation crisis has not yet broken out, in the long run it will be very dangerous deflation.
The tribe must have healthy inflation, and try to make the tribesmen as wealthy as possible. Every family has money for "bulk consumption" that they did not dare to do in the past. It is better to sell soap and never worry about it.
Since the concept of credit currency does not yet exist, the Ross tribe now needs a large inflow of gold, silver, and copper currencies from the outside to cope with the economic atmosphere that is beginning to become lively.
As for himself, Rurik felt that he was more generous. He used the rapidly increasing amount of money in his hands to organize the idle tribesmen and ask them to do something to pay for their labor. In this way, when they earn money, they can at least buy their own goods.
Then, this is not just giving away profits, but also developing one's own connections, and using this method to maintain the stability of the tribe.
The true number of tribe members is four thousand, and Rurik thinks this is the size of a medium-sized enterprise in later generations. If all the tribesmen can be maintained through financial means, the tribe should be stable, and as the leader, he should also be stable.
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Chapter 151 A pound of meat a day strengthens the Russians
