In fact, because of his understanding of historical development, Rurik admired the "woodcut" style architecture from the Slavic people. Double-layered wooden walls with a sandwich made of soil and moss. The wooden wall itself has limited ability to keep out the cold. However, the fillings in the interlayer, especially the dried moss, are natural insulation materials. Coupled with the traditional fireplace, the "wood carving" can maintain the warmth inside, even if it is outdoor. The terrifying low temperature of minus 30 degrees Celsius
In terms of its ability to withstand the cold, Rurik doesn't think that his tribe's longhouse is really better than the "wooden wood carving". Especially the home where I was born, it was the chief's residence, but it didn't even have a chimney. Every winter, a brazier would be lit at home. I was not poisoned by carbon monoxide, precisely because even the chief's home was full of holes.
Rurik felt that in order to ensure the strength of the tribe, we must first maintain the sustainable growth of the tribe's population.
The laws of population growth are nothing more than three methods.
More life, less death, and immigration.
The so-called slaves and servants belong to the category of immigrants. As for having more children, Rurik felt that as long as the ordinary families in the tribe had enough financial resources to maintain their lives, they would not ruthlessly invest their limited resources in sons and then maliciously abandon their daughters.
As for fewer deaths. In this era where a minor illness can kill someone, Rurik believes that as long as the tribesmen can widely use soap for cleaning, both adults and children, the chance of getting sick will be greatly reduced. But a major factor in getting sick is poor physical fitness.
If residents' homes are always flooded with terrible cold wind from every crack, the residents become weak, and ordinary viruses can defeat the body's immune defenses.
Of course, when you tell the tribesmen about the mechanism of disease, they must not understand it. Maybe this is their greatest sorrow. The so-called truth is here, but they cannot understand it.
Then learn from the Novgorod people and build a new type of longhouse that is warmer and more comfortable.
Ensure the comfort of housing and a stable supply of food, plus the "hygiene innovation" brought about by soap. Rurik knew that every winter, poor tribesmen would freeze to death or die of winter diseases. In the new winter, I’m afraid the situation won’t be worse.
Rurik has already explained his attitude to Lilia, which is to try his best to persuade Kawei and ask the tribe's most influential blacksmith to lead other blacksmiths to build a high-quality new wooden house for the family of the White Tree Manor in Novgorod.
"Lilia" Rurik looked sincerely into the girl's eyes, "Just tell your husband to build some houses in your hometown that you remember, and tell him that only in this way will you not miss your hometown too much."
Lilia immediately felt that Rurik's decision was a good one. She also felt that she needed a reason to build a new house. Now, Rurik helped her find a reason.
"Lilia, tonight is your wedding. According to our tradition, you know it." Rurik muttered at last.
"I know it all. I am still a child now. After the evening ceremony, I will be a woman tomorrow."
Rurik nodded deeply, "Your husband is my trusted blacksmith. You will definitely live in a new house in Roseburg that looks exactly like your hometown, and you must give Kawei more sons. Because I need more There are many blacksmiths, and one Kamne is not enough.”
Kamne, who was forced to say nothing, finally couldn't hold it in anymore and boldly asked, "Master, can't I still satisfy you?"
"You" Rurik put his little hand on Kamne's extremely thin and almost bone-less shoulder, "My child, my need for iron is never-ending. Remember, you are an apprentice under Klavason, and when you grow up When you grow up, you'll have more kids around you learning to blacksmith. Listen, you have to prove yourself useful to me or I'll kick your ass with my boots."
Hearing this, Kamne smiled innocently.
At the same time, looking at the completely suppressed and basically cooled new glass that was still hot, Otto let out a deafening roar to vent his exclamation.
Because Klavason's actions have completely subverted his previous understanding.
It is said that seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. This time Otto finally understood that the "crystal cup" regarded as a standard by the merchants was actually made of the most ordinary sand and stone.
This is a miracle and not a miracle.
Otto's eyes subconsciously glanced at his son who was chatting and laughing in the Novgorod language with the manservant and the girl who married the blacksmith.
"I never thought that you, a brat, could talk to everyone I met. Do you have more novel inventions?"
Otto put aside the surprises and questions in his heart for the time being.
He knew the meaning of those "crystal cups." What's the difference between the so-called glass cup and crystal cup? Selling it to wealthy people can naturally bring in a lot of wealth, but that's all.
The vast majority of poor people cannot afford such exquisite goods. Even for a warrior, there was a time when they could not buy a sword of exquisite craftsmanship.
Now, the blacksmiths of the Kravasen and Son tribe are still building steel swords that can cut through ordinary iron swords, at least giving the warriors of this tribe the possibility of becoming stronger.
Otto could estimate that if his son treated his servants well, firstly, the child might be a naturally kind-hearted person, and secondly, he might be more pragmatic.
Visiting the house where his son had given his servants was exactly what Otto longed for.
Rurik put those nameplates into his linen pocket. He was in a good mood and his stepping posture was more heroic.
Otto's steps showed depth and vicissitudes of life. Of course, as long as this old guy wandered around the tribe, he would receive warm greetings.
But on this "inspection road", Otto noticed many unfamiliar faces.
Specifically, the faces of some strange women.
They wore simple linen clothes and hair accessories of their own tribe. There was no joy on their faces, as if they had nothing to do with leading their troops in triumph.
After some thinking, Otto figured things out.
Those women were all prisoners, plundered from Gotland by the army led by my nephew.
On the other hand, among the Novgorod women who have married, those who were previously married were all well-behaved women, and the new ones are also full of expectations for the future. The women of Novgorod have no fear and no complaints. For them, no matter who they marry, life goes on as usual. The sun in Rosberg and Novgorod is the same, and the sun rises as usual.
On the other hand, it was the houses of those with higher social status in Novgorod that Otto had always been touched by.
Now, by chance, he followed closely behind his son's confident body, not far from home, and saw clearly two special longhouses that had been built.
"Oh Rurik, who built such a house for you?" The moment he saw the long house, Otto put his head on his hands and grabbed his white hair.
Rurik turned around gracefully and confidently, and a golden flash flashed across the ponytail on the back of his head.
He opened his arms and his eyes were full of pride. "Dad, this is my masterpiece. I recruited carpenters from the tribe and built it according to my requirements."
"Yeah, it looks exactly like what I saw in Novgorod."
"How about it"
"Exactly the same."
Rurik shrugged, "Then come with me. I hope my servants are already up."
"Haha, if they are lazy, maybe I will take your place and kick their butts with my boots."
Rurik wanted to laugh when he heard this, so he explained, "Don't worry." He said as he walked, "I don't think Parla is the virtuous of all the priestesses. Her only advantage is that she has self-knowledge. This woman is To do my business, I have arranged for her to care for and train my new servants.”
Otto heard this very freshly, and then he thought about it. It might be difficult for those little girls brought from Novgorod to adapt to the life of the Russians in an instant. What's more, what my son is most passionate about is obviously engaging in military drills with his one hundred and fifty buddies.
There really needs to be a smart woman who can teach those little maids some things.
As Otto thought, Parla did exactly that.
Soon, Rurik saw two little girls. They were still wearing simple gray-brown linen gowns. Together they were carrying a small wooden bucket and struggling to walk while avoiding water splashing. Their movements are a bit clumsy, but they also show their cuteness.
The simple leather shoes they wore completely exposed their identities.
It's the servants
Rurik's face instantly filled with a happy smile, because with just this glance, he completely noticed that although those children were simply dressed, their whole bodies had already been transformed.
Parla definitely did something about them.
"Dad, those two girls are my servants." Rurik pointed.
"I've seen it all." Otto frowned slightly, "But they are not like this. They"
"What's wrong"
“It’s become a lot cleaner.”
"Of course." Rurik subconsciously pinched his waist, "I invented soap to make the children of our tribe clean. Especially my servants. Being dirty is an insult to me."
"Hey, is that what you think? Where are they going now? You should go over and call them."
Rurik estimated that they had already started a new life as soap workers under the guidance of Parla. To make soap, water is naturally indispensable. Because of them, Parla's job must have become much easier.
"They went to my soap workshop." Rurik flicked his neck, "Follow me. Now the priests are unwilling to make soap, so I can only hire people to do this kind of money-making work. Dad, The servants you gave me were very timely. I will make them qualified soap makers and earn me lots of silver coins."
"You" Otto couldn't help but hold his breath, because deep down in his heart, these were not words to praise his son.
The girls he carefully selected for him were all potential girls from Baishu Manor. If they grew up healthy, they would all be beautiful women.
As for the son, he only plans to train them to be female workers and doesn’t want to do anything else.
Ah, maybe it's just because my son is only eight years old, but he always has miraculous wisdom and is still a little boy.
From the soap making workshop, smoke continued to rise.
Not far from the workshop, Otto smelled a pungent smell. It was the smell of burning grease, but it wasn't a foul smell. Otto, who was used to eating barbecue, was even aroused. His mind instantly thought of the sizzling and oily fish roasted on the fire, but the smell was a bit offensive.
There were already quite a few girls coming in and out.
Some of them carried barrels and some carried charcoal. A large group of little girls wore similar rough and dirty clothes, the same shoes, and even had their hair combed into identical brown braids.
Their little faces looked very clean. Overall, the images of all the girls had changed a lot.
"Dad, they are my servants." Rurik said happily.
"Really? I can hardly recognize it. Let's go and let me take a good look."
Rurik came, accompanied by a burly old man and a plainly dressed and elegant girl wearing a huge ring on her chest.
Those little girls had vivid memories of the three people who came.
The children couldn't ignore the burly old man's old face, because this guy was the leader of the Rus people, the most noble man that even the head of the manor in his hometown would kowtow to.
The boy who is taller than him is his master.
The busy children could not ignore them, and with natural awe, they dropped their work one by one and poured into the busy workshop.
The unusual behavior frightened Parla and she screamed in confusion, but she still couldn't hear the girls chattering in Slavic.
Parla quickly rubbed the soap twice with her greasy hands, rinsed it in a bucket, and hurriedly walked to the door of the workshop, where she happened to meet the big boss face to face.
She hurriedly lowered her head and faced the distinguished leader with a humble attitude.
This humble woman was still a priest, but she was nothing like those drunken fools. Her humility delighted Otto.
After a brief exchange of greetings, Otto saw with his own eyes the specifics of soap manufacturing. Making soap itself is not difficult. The trouble is that the whole process is always accompanied by greasiness and dirt. Ordinary tribesmen disdain to carry out these labors. Otto feels that they would rather spend money to buy finished products, even if they have to pay a very high price.
Otto knew how soap was made very early from his son's description.
What he understood was that since the priests had given up their work, the Ross tribe's craft of making soap and other high-end cleaning tools was completely monopolized by his son. She, Parla, was ostracized and could be described as the first priestess to completely obey her son's arrangements.
Thinking of this, Otto's eyes had to look at Rumia again, this miracle girl who was captured by him all the way.
Can a deer herder become a high priest?
Indeed, the ancestors did not stipulate that the high priest of the tribe must be from the same tribe. Since Vilia supports Rumia, let’s give it a try.
"Parla" ordered Rurik, who was standing outside, "kick out all the children hiding in the house. Do they hate me?"
Parla immediately hurriedly explained, her words full of praise for them, "Rurik, they started working after eating the dried meat. Maybe they are afraid of the big leader."
"I am a terrible person." Otto felt aggrieved and shook his head, "It's okay, my son is their master. I will just sit aside and rest."
After that, Otto blinked hard at his son and walked away with a smile. I want to talk about "The Rise of Rurik" with more like-minded people, follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat, chat about life, and find confidants~
