A silver coin.
Even though the price of meat in the fish market has increased a lot now, Broma and Fisk have no doubt about the value of a silver coin.
Only a person with huge power like Rurik doesn't think that owning 10,000 silver coins is not a big deal.
His recent generous behavior has added to his own reputation among the tribe.
The women who cooked the fish suddenly had a new job!
Soon, Broma led two women back from the fish market, each of the three women carrying a cod.
Cod! The price is naturally a bit expensive, and Rurik is willing to treat his new subordinates with this good fish.
A few stones were moved to the open space and a wooden board was placed on them. It became the so-called dining table.
The cod with its scales and internal organs removed is being cooked over a high fire, and the air is filled with the aroma of meat and some light fishy smell.
Eleven servants sat cross-legged at a simple table in the open air, with the brilliant sunset to their west.
The time is actually very late. The summer solstice has not long passed now, and the night time every day is short.
The only thing that kept the kids' spirits up was the smell of meat.
Rurik himself was hungry, so he simply stayed here and had dinner with the servants as a master!
Then, together with Rumia, the head maid whom he confirmed, there will be twelve servants dining together!
In front of the children was a wooden plate with a pile of fish on it.
That's not all! Rurik himself sprinkled some salt on each piece of fish. Even though the quality of the salt is not very good, it is mixed with a lot of bitter substances such as magnesium chloride, but the sodium chloride in it gives the fish a more human flavor. The temptation from the salt gives the children a huge mental stimulation.
Even Rumia, as the head maid, is still a child.
Rumia maintained great restraint, and it was she who scolded the servant who was about to reach out first using simple ancient Slavic vocabulary.
The principle is that all servants are forbidden to eat without Rurik's words.
Rurik, who was sitting in the master position in the north, looked at the fish on his plate, and then at the expectant eyes of the children.
He felt like he needed to talk some shit.
"Servants, you have seen that this is my reward for you. Eat, my servants."
"So? What's the price? Master?" The one who spoke was Anna, who was the first to be named.
"The price?" Rurik chuckled, "It's your loyalty! Anna. This is your fate as servants. Now, start eating!"
"Da!"
Anna's reply in Slavic made Rurik feel dazed for a while, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
After all, they are all Slavs.
With an order, the children no longer have any restraints. Driven by hunger, all children become little wolves.
Even Rumia, who had followed Rurik for more than half a year, turned into a little wolf and gnawed at the meat.
All the children, who had previously been ordered by Rurik, had their faces and hands washed thoroughly with strange things, which were actually soap.
They started to hold the pieces of meat and gnaw on it. Since the big cod fish had very few bones, they were not worried about the possibility of being stabbed by the fish bones. As a result, many children were really hungry and swallowed the fish meat without chewing it for a few times.
The fuss caused several girls to keep hammering their chests to make the fish go down.
Seeing them gobbling up food, Rurik felt a little dumbfounded.
If you think about it carefully, it's understandable that boys and girls devour everything in the same way.
I'm afraid that in their hometown, they have never had the experience of eating as freely as they did today, not to mention that they still eat meat and a lot of salt! I'm afraid they are not simply replenishing body energy, but also desperately replenishing electrolytes.
Rurik deliberately sprinkled a salty amount of salt, but the children's behavior fully demonstrated that they must be deficient in all nutrients.
Seeing their looks, Rurik took a few bites of meat and suddenly didn't want to eat anymore.
He simply put his meat on Rumia's plate. Looking at her surprised eyes, Rurik, who had already stood up, said, "Rumia, please eat more. You are the only one I like the most among all the servants." .”
It was these words from the Norse language that completely calmed Rumia's jealousy.
She looked up at her master, then grabbed the piece of meat and gnawed on it.
Servants, let’s eat as much fish and meat as possible! If the kids can finish three large cod parts, so be it!
Now, Rurik just wanted to talk to Fisk who was staying at his door. in addition. After discussing with Broma about providing meals for the maids in the evening, there is an urgent need to negotiate a price. After all, the food expenses of the servants are paid by the master Rurik. In the foreseeable future, the food expenses of the servants will start to become higher and higher with the increase in the number of people and the growth of the servants.
The very clear fact is that Rurik now uses his ever-increasing wealth to raise a total of nearly 170 children.
It is necessary to continue to spend money to cultivate future loyal and reliable subordinates from an early age.
That is, if you can spend less money and satisfy everyone who eats and cooks, it would be perfect.
Here, the key person in cooking is Fisk’s mother Broma. Fortunately, Broma is indeed a talkative woman.
No! Broma is not stupid enough to show any disrespect to the big leader and future leader!
Broma truly loves Fisk, her only relative, and only hopes that her son can be a close confidant by Rurik's side forever.
Letting them eat meat, Rurik approached Fisk who was sitting at the door of his house, eating the leftover fish meat from lunch.
Fisk stuffed the meat into his stomach with three strokes, and hurriedly rubbed his hands on his clothes.
"Rurik, do you want to see me for anything?"
"Something? Nothing."
Rurik simply put his legs together and sat next to Fisk, looking at the dusk in the west and couldn't help but yawn. Then, he tapped Fisk's arm. "Look, these new servants of mine. What do you think?"
"Yeah, good. I saw a lot of little girls, Rurik, do you really need them?"
"It's a girl I deliberately got from Novgorod." Rurik's explanation clearly showed pride.
At this moment, Fisk, how else could he conceal his envy?
Fisk felt that Rurik was showing off, but since he was the future leader, of course he could show off as much as he wanted.
Look at your situation again. My house has not been repaired for more than a year and it often leaks when it rains.
Now, he and his mother depend on each other. If it weren't for Rurik's support, the situation would be terrible.
Fisk sighed. "Now, even Kanuf has two maids. I heard that Kanuf decided to make those two servants his wives. What about you? Rurik. Don't you want these girls to be Your wife."
"Me?!" Rurik straightened his back in shock, then looked at Fisk's face in embarrassment, "You think too highly of me! I have eleven maids now, can I still..."
"You can do it." Fisk said without hesitation, "When you become the leader, no one will have any objection to how many wives you have."
"Forget it." Rurik shook his head. "My body can't bear it."
"You care about Sister Rumia very much, we all know it. Rurik, do you plan to marry her?"
Fisk's words were completely unintentional. He was still a child after all, precisely because he was a real child. There was nothing false in Fisk's words. He was completely serious.
Unexpectedly, these words were heard by Rumia, who was still eating meat, and her mood instantly became complicated.
Rurik pursed his lips, wanting to criticize Fisk for his inappropriate childlike remarks.
But to be fair, since he took ownership of Rumia, Rurik felt that this girl was indeed a talent.
Rumia now also has a magical identity, that is, she was hand-picked by the high priest Vilia, and is a truly good candidate to take over the position of high priest.
Regarding this matter, it was a secret agreement between himself and Vilia, and Rurik would not tell anyone else.
But Rurik did not change his mood to deny Fisk's speculation. His silence seemed to be an admission.
"Ah, that would be great too." Fisk's sigh expressed his inferiority, and he continued to lament his pity, "I just don't know what my future wife will be like."
Rurik became interested again, "Are you actually worried about this?"
"Huh? Why shouldn't I worry? I'll be twelve in two years."
"Twelve years old? What's wrong?" Rurik was a little surprised.
"You..." Now it was Fisk's turn to be surprised again. "Rurik, you will be twelve years old in four years. The big leader will definitely make a marriage contract for you. After all, you are our future leader, don't worry. , no fool dares to challenge your position."
Four more years? marry? !
Rurik looked at his hands, which were obviously the hands of a child. You are still so young, getting engaged or married at the age of twelve?
If you think about it for a moment, the tribe does have rules in this regard.
Rurik looked up at Rumia who was eating meat. Thinking about it this way, wouldn't Rumia be twelve years old next year? Would not it be……
Whether it's a boy or a girl, getting married too early is not a good thing, Rurik always thinks so.
Now that Fisk mentioned the issue of marriage, it seems that the child really cares about it.
Among all his subordinates, if there is anyone who is expected to become the bravest warrior in the future, it is none other than "Bald" Fisk.
As long as this guy continues to eat meat and do physical training diligently every day, when he reaches the age of eighteen, he will be a strong man. If he deliberately grows a beard, the image of a bald and giant-bearded warrior will surely make his enemies fearful.
Rurik patted Fisk on the shoulder and said deliberately, "You don't have to worry about anything. Have you seen my maid? When you grow strong enough, those girls will also grow up. When the time comes, you can choose a beautiful one from them, I will restore that girl’s freedom and become your wife.”
"Really?" Fisk responded excitedly.
"Of course. You should understand that my servant is just doing something. I can give you an innocent girl in a few years. And you, you must be loyal to me unconditionally."
Fisk smiled shyly. "Of course, we are brothers."
Now, for Fisk, those little girls who look very weak contain his future wife?
Which one is the most beautiful girl?
Fisk opened his eyes wide and observed how they were eating, and he clearly saw a little boy chewing meat.
"Huh? Rurik, you also hired a male servant?"
"Yes, that boy's name is Kamne. He is also a poor man. His parents were killed by bears, and now I am his master."
Rurik has basically figured out Kamne's identity, and he even has a basic understanding of the life experiences of those girls.
Kamni is indeed pitiful. From now on, Kamni is lucky.
The manservant's life experience instantly resonated strongly with Fisk's thoughts.
"Rurik, what are you going to do to that manservant? Are you going to join our army?" Fisk regarded the daily morning training as military drills. Although everyone still formed a shield wall and collided with each other, the waving wave The wooden sword still hurts when hit.
"Join our training team? Forget it! No matter how much I trust that kid, you all still have opinions."
"That's true. Your male servant is not one of our tribesmen. He is just a slave."
Rurik shrugged. He didn't think there was anything wrong with Fisk's "slave" theory.
Because the Rus are always arrogant, especially in today's situation, the tribe has won a revenge raid against its enemies, and many people have suddenly become rich for this reason. The pride of the tribal residents is now unprecedented, and even the visiting merchants are proud that their tribe and the Rus are as firm allies as brothers.
After all, the Russians killed the hateful Gotlanders, which brought bad breath to the entire alliance.
Fisk continued, "So, what are you going to do with that boy?"
"Be a blacksmith."
"blacksmith?"
"Yes." Rurik looked at Fisk again and held his brother's arm tightly. "Your hand must hold a suitable weapon. And our other brothers, you must hold the best sword. It must be as good as mine. Therefore, I need a group of male servants dedicated to blacksmithing. Only in this way can I trust that the weapons in the hands of my brothers are the best."
At this moment, Fisk could not understand that Rurik had already begun to tightly control the tribe's metallurgical industry in the future.
In Fisk's opinion, Rurik must be in a particularly good mood today. This was a promise to give both his wife and a steel sword. He believed that everything would come true.
The children finished chewing the meat, and the girls, who were originally shriveled and mumbling, now became chubby.
Rick had no time to pay attention to the mess after the meal. He gave his reward to the women who cooked, and the rest was theirs.
Rurik also revised the agreement with them, that is, during lunch, the portion for ten people should be increased. And at night, the girls had to continue cooking, which was delivered to the servants' residence.
"Maybe Otto has gone home? If I go back immediately, he won't be able to tell me endless stories about his experience in Novgorod?" Thinking of this, Rurik didn't want to go back immediately.
It's not that he wants to wander around in the tribe. Now that these servants are in his hands, the problem of eating can be said to be solved. Now, what still needs to be solved urgently is the issue of dressing.
