Otto had made all the decisions. He turned around and asked Villa: "Is it okay to arrange personnel like this?"
"Okay, I have no objection."
"Okay then." Otto sat upright and finally solemnly announced: "The ceremony will end tomorrow night and all the priests will be divided. The day after tomorrow, the priests going to Tombstone Island and New Roseburg will set off with the ship. I will No time wasted”
Vilia's eyes widened: "Are you so anxious? Do you still have to go to sea in just two days?"
Otto smiled: "High Priest, I will not go to Fort New Rose for the time being. However, before the water freezes, we must fully reinforce the 600 people staying in Fort New Rose. As the chief, I must ensure that My people safely spent the first winter in their new settlement without dying."
"I already understand everything." Villa nodded deeply: "In the past, Sorgon, you will wait until the autumn to take action again after you come back. It seems that throughout the summer, in the vast sea, our Russian fleet will continue the expedition. "
Originally, based on past experience, the spring Sorgon fleet would return fully loaded in late May. After three months, the Russian fleet will set off again at the end of August or early September, so-called taking advantage of the harvest season to search for the Novgorod people's wheat.
There are only more than two months until the wheat harvest season, and similarly, there are only at most three months before the weather turns cold.
The fall tribute supplies will be the key to the survival of the New Roseburg settlers, but they cannot be completely counted on.
Otto felt that he couldn't stop at all. He was old, but his mind was not old when it came to the development of the tribe.
If there is a shortage of money for the construction of New Roseburg, it will most likely have to be paid for out of pocket. Now the situation has changed. The priest's huge sum of money is under his control, so there seems to be no problem in spending the priest's money first.
A bloody scene took place in the chief priest's house, and great changes took place. Rurik did not know these things.
It was getting late and the sun was almost setting. Until this time, the distribution of tributes on the beach was still not over.
Just when the fleet just landed, Kawei had no time to take care of the tribute distribution.
Among all the treasures, only his wife is the most precious.
The strong Kawei, carrying a huge sack in his right hand, holding his wife's hand in his left hand, ran towards home.
"Old man, when your son comes back, you can't stop working and go to the beach." An old woman walked into the blacksmith workshop and complained about her husband's inappropriateness.
"You know why I have to go to the beach in person and Kawi will come back by himself."
"You" the old woman pursed her lips: "I'm really worried about him. It's been three months."
"Don't worry, Kawei will come back safely and bring his wife with him. You should prepare to welcome our new family member."
Klavasen said this, but he was very excited in his heart.
At this moment, from time to time, tribesmen hurried to the beach to watch the excitement, and they would wave to him enthusiastically when passing by his blacksmith shop.
Klavason looked indifferent, his hammer was still forging sword embryos. He insisted on doing these things during these days, making weapons was his life.
Even if making glassware makes me suddenly very rich, how can I let my job of blacksmithing go to waste?
It is of course necessary to live a life without worries about food and clothing.
Making the best sword is his lifelong pursuit.
Of course, Klavason is not only a swordsmith, but also a real Russian metallurgist. He is also a gem craftsman, a master of carpentry, and a master of mineral processing.
In a sense, Klavason's identity is a bit like a "naturalist" hundreds of years later.
He continued to greet his wife: "I know my son, he will not hang out at the beach. You go back to the house, are you ready for the gift you gave the girl?"
"Everything is ready. You said, there really will be a girl."
"Of course. I made an agreement with the big leader, and the big leader will always fulfill his promise. Remember, that will be a beautiful girl."
The sound of forging could still be heard from the blacksmith shop, and the beach not far away was bustling with people.
After a short time, Kawei appeared. Only at this time, Klavason finally threw his hammer and happily greeted him.
"Dad, I'm back. Look, this is my wife." Kawei threw the sack full of trophies on the ground, suddenly pulled his wife in front of him, put his hands on her shoulders and showed him enthusiastically to his father.
"Your wife is, well, very beautiful, but a little small."
"Really? She is indeed young, and her status is very noble."
"Noble" Klavasen subconsciously pulled at his braided beard, recalling the agreement with the big leader. That large bag of silver coins should be able to exchange for the marriage of a noble girl in Novgorod. "Tell me, how noble she is"
Kawei raised his head, looking proud. "She is the daughter of a leader in Novgorod."
"Is that so? Okay." As he said that, Klavason walked forward and suddenly pinched the girl's chin with his calloused hands, taking a closer look at her face.
Lilia was completely taken aback
She basically couldn't understand these complicated sentences of the Varyag people, and she also understood that the old guy in front of her was her husband's father. No matter which tradition it was based on, this old guy was also her new father.
She realizes that she is being judged and now is being scrutinized by her "new father."
Lilia's dark blue eyes trembled involuntarily. She felt a little aggrieved and had nothing to say for a while.
"Yes, what a beautiful girl. I hope she can give you many sons. You know, I need more descendants to work as blacksmiths."
"She will."
"hope so."
Originally, Klavason was a little regretful that the big leader actually got such a young daughter-in-law for himself after receiving the money. As for her being the daughter of a leader in Novgorod, this was considered noble. Deep down, Klavasen only admired the heroes of the tribe and the wise leader Otto. Of course, there is also his ally Rurik.
She is indeed very beautiful, her face is still childish, her big eyes, high nose bridge and slightly pointed chin are indeed very different from the girls in the tribe.
"Isn't she very talkative? By the way, what's her name?" Klavason asked.
"Her name is Lilia." Kawi said excitedly, "It's just that she doesn't understand our language yet." After that, he hurriedly leaned into his wife's ear and confessed in simple Slavic: "Call him daddy."
Although he was very cautious, he knew that his fate would be completely tied to the Varyags if he boarded the dragon-headed warship.
Lilia pursed her lips, and finally said in Norse with a clear voice: "fa."
Hearing what she said, Klavason was so happy that he couldn't help but smile: "Ah, what a good girl. Kawei, the sacks next to you are filled with your share of tributes."
"It's not my spoils. We followed the big leader to defeat the other idiots who refused to surrender. There is a lot of wheat in it. Well, there is also my wife's dowry. I packed it in a sack."
Klavason shrugged, "Come on, you two, let's go home."
Lilia, she learned from her husband that Roseburg was a huge harbor community.
Now that we have arrived here, it is really completely different from the girl’s manor.
She had never seen a harbor with a large number of ships. Even when the fleet sailed into the last fjord and saw thousands of boats rippling on the sea, she had never thought of such a thing.
During the long journey back, Lilia understood the vastness of the world.
She landed in Rossburg, and soon she would live as a Varangian woman, just like the people she married into before.
It is really difficult to adapt quickly to all this.
Her leather boots stepped on the sandy ground, which was completely different from the endless dirt roads in her hometown. She doesn’t have to worry about her boots getting dirty or getting stuck in the mud.
The Varyag people's housing is really a mess.
Although they are wooden houses, they are like building a shack on the ground, unlike the houses in my hometown, which are built on wooden piles and have flat wooden floors.
Lilia now subconsciously held up her husband's arm and walked into the magical blacksmith shop together.
The fire was still hot and flames were pouring out of the furnace.
The blacksmith shop has wooden walls, and a large number of metal tools are hung on them very luxuriously.
Here, any piece of metal, whether it is a weapon or a tool, is a practical treasure brought to Novgorod.
But among the Varangians, no matter how Lilia looked at them, they were so common here.
She stopped subconsciously, looking at the sword embryos, axes, shovels and picks hanging on the wall for a while, and then staring at the fire-breathing stove and thinking about it.
"Come in quickly," Klavason urged.
"Oh, dad, look at her." Kawei smiled slightly awkwardly, "My Lilia, she seems to attach great importance to the stove."
"Yeah"
"Yes, her hometown lacks blacksmiths. She has never seen our iron-smelting furnace."
Kawei shook his arm, and Lilia let go of her hand.
She boldly walked into the stove and saw a metal rod-like object being burned by hot coals. Afraid? No, Lilia was full of curiosity.
Because this is the legendary real blacksmith shop
Lilia stumbled over and grabbed the fire tongs on the ground.
"Danger" Kawei wants to stop it.
"Don't be impulsive, let her do it."
Klavasen stopped his son's move. He pinched his beard and watched with interest what his daughter-in-law was going to do.
Lilia grabbed the fire tongs with both hands curiously, put the tongs into the stove, and took out the sword embryo that had been burned until it was red.
The heat of the sword embryo made her hands shake in shock, and the sword embryo fell to the ground after grazing a corner of her clothes.
"Ah" she yelled and hurriedly backed away, almost leaning over accidentally. Fortunately, Kawei, who had quick eyes and quick hands, caught her intact.
In that brief contact, Lilia looked at the corner of her clothes in horror, which had been burned beyond recognition.
Her eyes widened, her heart beat wildly, and she kept mumbling.
And Kawei picked it up effortlessly like picking up a kitten. A few harsh words are inevitable.
"Don't blame your wife." Klavasen approached the stove, picked up the sword embryo with tongs, and threw it back into the stove to continue smoldering, which is the so-called carburizing process.
He approached Lilia again and gently held her chin. The old guy rarely showed his gentle expression: "It seems that our big leader is really wise. The blacksmiths of our generation are the only boys who like blacksmithing. Girls who like blacksmithing are almost non-existent. Kawei, you Lilia is very good. I dare say she will give me many little blacksmith grandchildren."
Lilia didn't know it yet, but because of her risky use of the poker, she made a huge impression on Klavason.
She was led into the dim longhouse of the blacksmith's home. The light from several oil lamps made the situation inside the room quite clear.
There is no floor here, just gravel. There were no beds, just a floor made of animal skins. There was also a bonfire in the longhouse, and a pottery urn was placed on the stove made of stones, with something cooking in it.
Although I already know that the home experience of the Russian people is like this, today it is really better to see it than to hear it.
How could she like Lilia? But what else could she do after marrying into this family? It seemed she could only endure it.
She entered the house, and what followed was a hug from Kawei's mother. She hugged her as if she were her own daughter.
"Mom, this is my wife, Lilia." Kawei introduced enthusiastically
"Oh what a beautiful girl. Kawei, you are such a lucky boy."
Once upon a time, Lilia was used to sitting on a low chair. Now she can only sit on the animal skin. The soft animal skin is really comfortable and warm. For the sake of appearance, she has no choice but to sit on it. It was the sitting posture that this man could hardly learn that gave Kawei a strong sense of cuteness.
Sitting here, the Kravashins have fully accepted their new family member from Novgorod.
There was boiling pine needle water in the pottery urn, which was carefully poured into a glass by Klavasen's wife.
Both Lilia and Kawei were so shocked by this move that they were completely stunned.
"Mom, you got it, the crystal cup."
"Hmm, is that weird? Go home, you two drink some pine needle water I boiled, it will dispel your fatigue."
Nowadays, the old woman does not think there is anything special about having a batch of glasses for her own use at home, even though she knows that any glass in the house can be sold at a very high price.
She continued to pour the pine needle water into four glasses with cup ears, and then placed them in front of the family members one by one.
In an era when there was a lack of flavoring agents, the Rus, like other allied tribes, were happy to drink pine needle water in order to enrich their lives with its unique fragrance and light bitter taste.
Lilia was really shocked
Her hand touched the glass cautiously, then she held it in both hands, feeling the heat from the water. Her little face was almost pressed against the wall of the cup, and her eyes were wide open under the dim oil lamp, staring at the light brown water in the cup and the floating pine needles.
She had never had this experience before, being able to see all the details inside the cup through the transparent cup wall.
Obviously, her husband's family didn't think that their possession of four "crystal cups" was anything worth showing off.
Lilia thought about it carefully. Since the Varangians would give back some precious amber, it was not so strange that they had more precious crystal cups.
She felt that her understanding was correct, but Kawei didn't think so at all.
Kawei quickly drank the warm pine needle water that his mother had boiled, and then tapped the cup with his fingers.
"Dad, where did you get this? I saw many foreign businessmen coming. Did you buy it from them with a lot of money?"
Clavason looked at his son's shocked face and laughed heartily on the spot.
"Silly son, your father made these cups himself." After Kawei's mother said this, she gently covered her wrinkled mouth and sneered.
"What could it be? You found a fine crystal from the mountain, and while I was away, you polished it like this." Kawei's speculation makes sense, because his father has the ability to carve gems, and of course he himself I have also learned this skill, but I am not very good at it.
Klavason shook his head: "I made it, kid. This is all Rurik's credit."
"Rurik"
"Odin gave him some new knowledge. Now, we can use the most common ores, just like casting bronze, to make crystal cups. Oh, it shouldn't be called glass."
"Glass cup" Kawei heard this word for the first time, and then looked at the cup in his hand, "Is it different from the crystal cup?"
"Maybe it's not that different. Son, thanks to the table of elements that Rurik gave us. I already know the composition of crystals completely. We can melt crystals and cast them like bronze to make the cup in your hand. Ah, everything is very simple."
"Is that so?" Kawei understood what his father said. He had never thought that crystals could be heated and reshaped like metal ores to become utensils of various shapes.
"Of course Rurik is the most noble person who has brought wealth to our family." After that, Klavasen told his wife, "Go and pull the box over and open the eyes of our son and daughter."
Lilia was holding the glass in her hand, and she suddenly heard the father and son talking about a person's name "Rurik".
"Isn't Rurik my sister's future husband? They know Rurik very well. Rurik, can I meet you soon?"
Lilia felt that what she experienced today was too dreamy, and then, two heavy wooden boxes were pulled over by the old woman. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "The Rise of Rurik", " ", chat about life, and find close friends~
