From tonight onwards, Rurik will leave Kamni here in the blacksmith shop.
After all, there is only one child in Kamni, and Klavasen would not mind having another little boy living in the house.
Rurik has decided to build another "servant's dormitory", which will house all the blacksmith apprentices.
From now on, your servants should arrange different dormitories for them according to their occupations. This is for the convenience of management.
If the accommodation problem is solved in this way, as well as the food problem, Rurik estimates that he cannot continue the current situation of "treating guests to dinner in the open air". Including the more than 150 fellows of his own race, he had to build a serious canteen. There should not be one canteen, there must be at least two.
Canteen No. 1 is where fellows of the same race eat. Canteen No. 2 is where the servants eat. Likewise, a formal kitchen also had to be built!
These problems can be easily solved with money. At the same time, it can also help a group of men and women in the tribe who are old or in poor health by providing them with a job that can earn some silver and copper coins. Anyway, this group of people usually go to extremes in "energy conservation and emission reduction" and spend a lot of time waiting to die out of boredom, so they might as well organize themselves as much as possible.
The above great idea really makes Klavasen and Kawei happy.
Not only did they feel that Rurik's idea was very kind and just, they also saw business opportunities.
Because Rurik's needs will inevitably force all kinds of craftsmen in the tribe, especially the carpenters, to keep building. They needed more tools and more nails, and as a blacksmith, they also had the opportunity to make money.
Although herrings are small, their meat is meat. Now, Klavason does not think that making ordinary hammers is low value-added. Because he could instigate those guys to increase the price, and according to the contract, wrought iron was not steel, so he did not need to pay Rurik 10% of the profit.
Finally, Rurik had a special need.
"Clavason, Rumia and I are going back. Let me assign you another task."
"Okay, my little master. If I can do it, I will do it immediately."
"It's a very simple thing." Rurik said: "I want to make some sterling silver brands with Roman letters engraved on them."
"Huh? Any special arrangements?"
"Of course. I now have ten more maids. They are not as noble as my Rumia. But they are maids. I have decided that my maids need a name tag."
"It's like you gave your herd of deer a name tag for each deer?" Klavasen asked with a smile.
"Well... that's about it. You know those Roman letters, please just engrave the letters one by one in the order I compiled. I need ten. Melt three silver coins for each nameplate, and finally engrave the letters."
"Is this enough?"
"Then add more materials." Rurik held his chin in thought, patted his thigh and said: "The carved inscriptions are inlaid with gold. We just need to melt a gold coin. You need to use these materials first. I will give you the money tomorrow and give you ten silver coins as labor fee, what do you think?"
"You." Clavarson shook his head happily: "You really have a lot of money, and you spend money lavishly. I understand, you don't have to give me money, I will do it for you now. You can pick up the goods early tomorrow morning Bar."
"Then it'll be hard work."
Rurik didn't linger any longer. It was getting late, so he should go home immediately and have a good chat with his father who had returned.
Maybe my father had already taught the decadent guys in the chief priest's house a lesson, and it was time to talk to him about the bad things the priests did that made him angry.
Night finally fell and bonfires were lit on the beach.
The tribesmen who distributed the supplies only took their own share. No, if Laokawei had not gone to get it himself, the tribesmen would have worked together to bring his share back to the blacksmith shop at night.
Of course, these people were not only helping Kawei move things out of friendship, they came and handed over the money for the steel swords they bought on credit. Of course they couldn't get the cash, so they paid off the debt with the materials they received.
Compared with silver, both Klavasen and Kawei were short of silver, so they accepted each other's request for wheat to pay off their debts.
It was late at night, and Rurik was in a really good mood.
His Rumia followed closely behind, the girl's mind also thinking about her future.
That night, lights were brightly lit from house to house in Roseburg. The great leader returned in triumph, and a group of beautiful Novgorod women married into the tribe, and a large amount of wealth poured into Rossburg. Life is really getting better day by day.
Although tonight is not a festival, the tribesmen are partying all night long.
The tribesmen also quickly learned the news that at dusk tomorrow, the tribe's collective wedding would be held at the Stone Ship Altar.
Before Rurik returned home, Otto had just returned.
Finally returning to his hometown, Otto's mood was a bit complicated.
"Are you a little depressed?" Niya, who had cooked the wheat porridge, enthusiastically served a hot bowl.
She even used the craft ale she bought from foreign merchants, poured the dark yellow liquid into a delicate glass, and placed it in front of her dusty husband.
Otto perked up suddenly when he saw the glass.
He tilted his head and stared at the transparent cup with wide eyes. I was speechless for a long time.
"Are you stupid? It's just a crystal cup." Niya sneered.
"Crystal cup, how come we have this in our house? No!" Otto slapped his thigh: "I was at the priest's place, and I found that all the priests have this. Even our high priest has a more exquisite one. This What's going on? Are those businessmen selling it too?"
Niya felt happy in her heart, and she deliberately kept it secret: "Do you think those businessmen are really so capable?"
"Not them?"
"It's your son!"
"Rurik?!" Otto was surprised at first, and then he was relieved quickly. He tugged at his beard: "It seems that he did a lot during the three months I was away."
Her son had indeed done many incredible things. Niya had not seen her husband for a long time, and she wanted to tell him everything she had seen and heard in the past three months.
Niya sat close to the low square table and gave a detailed report.
Otto, he gradually knew everything.
Including the fact that his family made a fortune by making glassware, including the fact that Rurik entertained his brothers every day, and the fact that Rurik's decision led the entire tribe to start building large-scale construction projects. Of course, what she was most happy to talk about was the tribe's victory in revenge against the Gotlanders.
As she was talking about Rurik, Rurik suddenly came back.
After hearing what his wife said, Otto's eyes changed when he saw his son again.
Otto's rough big hands greeted him warmly: "My child, you are really amazing. Come on, sit down here with me."
Rurik nodded, he estimated that this old guy was now his only son. An old father guarding a single seedling cannot be overly affectionate?
Rurik realized what was going on and walked over, and was grabbed into Otto's arms. Immediately afterwards, his bearded face made an affectionate gesture towards his childish smile.
In such a family scene, Rumia, who was feeling complicated in her heart, was just about to sit obediently in the corner and return to her sleeping nest as usual.
For a moment, Otto noticed the girl.
"Lumia, come here!"
Rumia shivered with vigilance. Even now, she is still very afraid of this tribal chief.
She approached the square table with apprehension.
Otto held Rurik like an orange cat for a moment, and now he let the cat go. He looked at the hot wheat porridge in front of him, pushed it directly to Rumia, and then said in a gentle tone: "Eat it, Rumia. This is a reward for you."
Seeing this, Rurik and Niya were shocked.
Rumia, the person involved, was even more surprised: "The big boss...I..."
"Eat, my child. Eat more."
"I..." Rumia was even more at a loss to hear the leader of the Ross people say such intimate words.
Even Rurik didn't know what was wrong with his father, but he was happy to see his father being so affectionate to the head maid he had chosen.
Niya sneered: "I didn't expect you to be so gentle to a servant. After all, she is a servant, not your daughter."
"Is that so?" Otto faced his wife with an intriguing smile: "Things have become different."
"Why is it different? A servant is a servant. Of course you can be nicer to her, and I'm glad you do."
"No. Rumia is different." Otto drank the glass of finely brewed ale and burped deeply. "I learned a lot from the high priest! Rumia, don't be nervous. Since the high priest doesn't treat you as an outsider, I won't either."
Rumia opened her eyes wide, not able to say anything for a moment.
Rurik hurriedly asked: "Dad, did the high priest tell you something? For example, about Rumia."
"Of course." Otto's big hand covered his son's head and caressed his son's golden and smooth hair. "You are my successor. Now, the high priest is still doing many things for you. Now there is another important thing."
At this point, Otto sighed deeply and said seriously: "That Bona is dead."
"What?!" Rurik was startled.
Even Niya was asking: "What did you say? Poona is dead?"
"Yes, dead."
Father would not lie on such an issue, and he had no motive to lie. Rurik was already angry with Bona, and as for his cousin Arik, he wanted to kill this trespasser.
"Bona, did she drink too much and die?" Rurik asked tentatively, "Dad, you may not know that those priests drank almost all night long. They are guilty."
"Yes! That's why I executed Bona. That woman mistakenly believed that she could be above the leader and yearned for greater power. As a result, she indulged in drinking every day. So she died."
"Dad, could it be that you gave her..." Rurik felt for a moment as if a huge boulder had been pressed against his ribs, making him almost unable to breathe.
"It's been taken care of." As he said that, Otto stared at the overwhelmed Rumia: "Child, I know what the high priest expects of you. Now remember it! No matter what time, you will He was Rurik's servant. Remember, only by following your master can you receive a steady stream of favors. That's enough! How do you think Bona died? She wanted to get something that didn't belong to her, so she died. Do you understand it?"
Rumia nodded nervously.
Otto continued: "The high priest has great expectations for you. She does not treat you as an outsider, and I will not treat you as an outsider now. I can treat you as a daughter. You always remember that any disloyalty will lead to death. .My daughter, eat the porridge.”
At this moment, a sense of soreness suddenly stimulated her nose and connected to her eyes. She was suddenly possessed by Stockholm Syndrome. Looking at the old man with beard in front of her, the feeling of fear she once felt had been eliminated a lot.
She picked up the wooden spoon and actually replied weakly "fadere", which is an honorific term for "father".
And her performance was regarded by Otto as a symbol of loyalty.
The family got together, and now Otto could ask his son about everything that had happened in the past three months.
The wheat porridge cooked by Niya was completely eaten by the family of four. Otto, who drank two large glasses of ale, was in high spirits and spoke with more enthusiasm.
"Rurik! You brat is so generous. You actually hosted a banquet for your brothers. Do you know? When I was young, I thought about having barbecue with my brothers, but we were all very poor at that time. You can do it occasionally. Now that you have money, you actually entertain them every day. You are very generous, but where is your capital? Let me see your money."
"Okay." Rurik also wanted to show off to his parents.
Rurik immediately lay down on the ground, invited his servant Rumia from the clutter of the other side of his family home, and the two of them worked together to pull out three suitcases in succession.
Unlike the boxes that contained his belongings before, these three boxes were all Rurik's own.
He opened the lock, and what caught Otto's eyes were three boxes of silver coins shining under the oil lamp.
Otto was shocked: "I heard that you earned ten thousand silver coins?"
"No! It's almost 20,000 pieces."
In this situation, thinking about his father's resentment towards those drunken priests, Rurik had no scruples. He once again explained that he could mass-produce glassware, and made it clear that he would use the greed of the priests to plunder their huge wealth.
This was good, Otto finally understood. Harold Zuosen and his eldest nephew led a group of brothers to win the battle. They looted nearly 200,000 silver coins, 130,000 of which were distributed to returning warriors and priests. Rurik and the blacksmith made off with at least 20,000 silver coins! Just use glassware.
The soldiers went through life and death, but their sons justifiably enjoyed the benefits.
Is Otto happy? Of course he is happy. Even now, Otto was deeply shocked.
In less than a year, my son has made so much money. In the foreseeable future, my son will become richer and richer.
Otto greedily touched the money belonging to his son with both hands and sighed: "Rurik, it seems you don't need me, you have become very rich."
"Dad, is this a compliment?"
"Yes. You will inherit all my wealth. Maybe you don't need my money that much. Now close the box and I will tell you some important things about money."
Otto told Rurik to sit down obediently. Now that he saw clearly the huge wealth his son had accumulated, he had to teach him some life experience, so as to save him from making possible mistakes in the future.
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