It seems that anything that happens in Denmark in the south has nothing to do with the Principality of Rus.
No matter what the blue fox goes through, it will not interfere with the principality's large-scale immigration project.
Rurik's time was very tight, but fortunately the weather and wind direction were favorable, and his large unladen fleet was able to return to his loyal home of Roseburg quickly and safely.
Many able-bodied people with their wives and children have immigrated to the East permanently, and a large number of people who stayed in their homeland are also eager to try. They have even packed up their belongings and are waiting to board the ship and leave.
When the first group of immigrants left as the ice thawed, the rest of the group's restlessness turned the entire Roseburg into a boiling soup pot.
The prince's order is absolute, and the residents of Rus' proper will have the right to leave by boat with all their wives and children on a voluntary basis. Ross's own people cheered for it, but those who joined later were more jealous than coveting the opportunity. Maybe the situation will get better and better, when the immigration of the old Russians is completed, and then the new Russians will leave.
Of course, there are some people who are engaged in very special industries and they absolutely cannot leave.
The fishing people were the first to see Rurik's large fleet continue to move northward with the help of the warm south wind, and the fishing boats acted as guides to guide the fleet into the harbor.
The battle-hardened Aurora looks like an old warrior covered in scars. The small damage visible to the naked eye shows that she has gone through many vicissitudes of life, and now she has returned to the place of her birth.
The wooden planks were placed on the trestle, and Rurik was in good spirits, waving to the people gathered: "Praise your prince! I'm back!"
The onlookers were all smiling and waving to welcome their heroes.
Those important people who still stayed in their hometown of Roseburg stood in the most conspicuous place, especially Harold Zuosen, who was wearing a huge velvet hat and a white beard, and was the most emotional. After being appointed as the governor of Roseburg, he hurriedly approached his prince and stood on the trestle. He wanted to say something, but for a moment he was so excited that he was stunned.
"Do you have a thousand words?" Rurik asked with a smile. It's just a little heart-wrenching to see Harold Johnson, an old friend, aging.
"Yes...yes! A lot of things!"
"It doesn't matter! I just want to arrange three things when I come back! Immigration! Immigration! Immigration again! I will call all the heroes for a meeting, and we should have a good chat in the Ross Duma."
Harold Johnson, who was obviously senile, was ordered to make way.
If there is one person in his hometown who worries Rurik the most, it is the high priest Rumia.
No, Rumia, wearing a deer-antlered helmet, was also standing at the scene, accompanied by her personal priest Lumi.
Her eyes shed tears, and looking at her excited and sad face, Rurik felt that he had indeed treated her badly in the past winter.
"It's time to comfort you. Well, Lumi is starting to look feminine..."
After all, time had changed, and Rurik also saw the group of young warriors he had trained watching the news. They still wore robes of the same style and color, but every boy looked almost completely different on the surface. They have all grown up a lot, and their bodies are generally thin, but their height has generally caught up with adults. If this takes time, there will be hundreds of the most elite soldiers.
Everyone was fascinated by the romance between the prince and the high priest.
At that time, the young leader's son protected his first slave girl with a sword, which became a major topic of conversation among the people. After so many years, the son of the leader is now the king of the principality, and the slave girl is also the high priest of the principality. All of this is fate.
They hugged each other on the pier, and the crowd screamed for them.
The somewhat boring hometown of Roseburg has regained its vitality. Prince Rurik is back, and he will bring everyone new hope for the future. Although the old Russians do not know the specific date of immigration, the huge fleet is anchored at the dock. There is no war mission to expedition to others this year, and the only mission is to immigrate. They cheered all night today and were mentally prepared to immigrate in three days. Many old Russian families had already planned to sell their useless belongings at the open-air market at dawn tomorrow and exchange them for silver coins for use in the New Eastern World.
Rurik returned to his mansion in high spirits, and the two sisters Lumia and Lumi had already changed into casual clothes and followed him. Although some tribal women were ordered by Governor Harozolson to be maids, Rurik rejected them one by one. Except for the elite mercenaries who lived in the old barracks outside, he and his two wives and concubines were the only three people in the huge three-story palace.
The oil lamps were lit one after another by Rumia. It had been half a year since she saw her man again. He was even more majestic and majestic. Even though he was older, he had become a dwarf.
She gently put down the ignited oil lamp and, obviously having something to do, slowly walked in to her man, her prince.
In front of Rurik, Lumi, the legitimate daughter of the Salmon Lord tribe who did not shy away from the existence of his little priest, maid and sister, lowered her Nordic elegant robe with a hint of uneasiness...
"Rurik, brother, love me..."
"You! Okay! Okay...I owe you!"
Poor Rumi was like a light bulb. She watched helplessly as Prince Rurik carried High Priest Rumia into the bedroom like a princess. Because she is also a prince's woman, she is curious, eager and even a little jealous. How can Lumi, who has barely reached the traditional critical age, not want to become a woman at that moment? Because, this is not only because Lumi is a woman, but also because her tribe, which was almost destroyed, needs someone to save it.
"Since Carlotta saved her Ostara with her brave belly, I should follow suit."
Obviously this night belonged to the prince and the high priest, and Rurik would not do anything to make Rumia sad at the critical moment.
Rumia was finally satisfied. She lay on the leather blanket and breathed heavily: "Rurik, the next one will be...will it be a son? We didn't succeed last time, and we will definitely do it this time."
"Maybe. Whether it can succeed, whether it is a son, everything depends on Odin's will." Rurik quietly prepared. It would be most romantic if he could light a cigarette at this time.
"It must be a son. I feel that Odin has given me a revelation. I...will give you a good war chief (general)."
"That would be great. In that case, my son must have a good and appropriate name. Kharlki, for example."
"What a straightforward, great name."
Fathers may be creative in naming their children, or they may be extremely uncreative. Rurik chose the latter this time. The so-called Helgi's original intention was a simple and crude "pure man". Speaking of which, he remembered that his cousin's name also had a similar spelling, and it probably meant "pure man." He even included his own name "Rurik", which means "reborn pure man". If his father hadn't lost two sons in infancy, he would not have given himself such a name.
Rumia was satisfied, but she still missed her daughter: "Velika..."
"She is doing well and is being taken care of by her grandparents. She has learned to run over the past winter and her speech has become much clearer."
"That's great. I really want to see her."
"You'll see that soon."
"Yes! But after we leave, the temple in the city will also have to be relocated. Is this really appropriate?"
"Are you worried?" Rurik shrugged: "There is nothing wrong with it. I have decided that I will build a bigger one in New Roseburg, preferably made of stone. I will also build a better statue of the god. , a group of young priests must be recruited, everything must be formalized, and everyone must feel solemn and solemn when they see the temple and square.”
"My heart was moved just by what you said." Rumia got up and snuggled next to Rurik again: "But doing this will cost a lot of money."
"Oh? Are you actually worried about finances?"
Rumia nodded and said: "People pray for it. In the six months since you were gone, I have saved a huge sum of money in my money box. This money is all yours, and it will be very good to use it to build a new temple." .”
"There is actually a huge amount of money?!" Rurik was moved. He never thought that the "incense donation" donation box he had made on a whim would actually become a treasure-gathering treasure? "how many?"
"Nearly two hundred pounds of silver."
"Ah?! So many? This...how is it possible? My people are so rich?"
Rumia burst into laughter, and she told the whole story without any concealment in front of her man. How did you get so much money for nothing? It's all just those statues of gods.
In the Nordic world, no tribe has ever spent huge sums of money to make large gilded statues of gods. The Rus not only cast them, but also built six of them in one go. Except for the Valkyrie Sperosvilia believed by the Russians, the other five gods are all recognized as great gods. The gods are in charge of different affairs. The affairs controlled by these five gods basically cover all aspects of everyone's life.
Foreign businessmen and local craftsmen were willing to give some money as gifts, and Rumia also invented a saying, "the jingling of coins means your prayers will be answered by the gods."
Ordinary people would take out at most one silver coin to offer it during Hanukkah on the winter solstice, and then pray to the gods to bless everything for the next year.
Businessmen and craftsmen are the most demanding, because they also face many great sacrifices in their lives. There are businessmen here who do not hesitate to pay half a pound or even a pound of huge sums of money as gifts, which are worth even more outrageous amounts. They all pray for the blessing of the god Frey who is in charge of business. However, most of these people are engaged in clothing processing related to leather and linen. They produce just-in-demand goods and sell them overseas. They have been Rossburg's key income-generating products since ancient times, and Ross Hunter has provided more and more kinds of leather in recent years. It is difficult for practitioners in related industries not to make money.
Businessmen and craftsmen generally do not think that this is because they are business wizards or because of the dividends brought by the Roseburg platform. Their faith is very simple, that is, they are willing to believe that their prayers to God have an effect.
Therefore, the small temple in Roseburg's hometown has always been "constantly popular."
Rumia described it like this. The more he listened, the more Rurik wanted to laugh, but he was so excited inside. I never thought Rumia had some business acumen? Not just that! This woman serves as the high priest, and at least she is good at "making money". Fortunately, this is his woman, but it would be a bit dangerous to be another high priest.
The most expensive thing after immigration is to build new settlements and then solve the problem of sustainable development. Farming cannot be done this year, 835. The new immigrants should receive a batch of mature fields in the spring of next year and actively open up the land.
In the past one hundred years, the residents of Ross proper have formed a united whole by relying on blood ties through marriage, but now the dispersion of Ross natives is inevitable. The concept of Rus has become very big. The social relations that relied on blood ties in the past will slowly dilute in the new world where Eastern Slavs are the majority. Then a new thing must be established as a common idea for everyone, such as architecture. A large temple was added to the new fire god named "Peron". From then on, Rus had seven gods.
Building a large temple will consume a lot of wealth. It is a truth that wonders can spoil a country. Rurik really wants to carry out another large-scale city construction in New Roseburg, and the cost is definitely not small. Rumia relied on accumulating wealth from donations, which was still too little compared with the funds to face the huge demand for city construction.
Maybe attack a powerful enemy, defeat them with Ross's powerful army and seize huge wealth. New Rossburg will become the pearl of the north in a short time.
"By doing business safely with the Danes, I can use my dumping advantage to drain their wealth. If war is still inevitable, Blue Fox, it would be best if you could create an excuse for war for me."
So what happened to Rurik until three months later? It's just the end of May.
Rurik does need a lot of capital to build his own Rose. When his own hematopoietic ability is not very good, plundering wealth is the best solution. War is of course a bad strategy, but if it is through trade to gain profits, it is a better strategy. Therefore, he has the will to reconcile with Denmark, but it is okay not to reconcile. As long as Hedeby remains a free trading port, the Russians will continue to feed on Danish flesh and blood to fatten themselves.
Rumia stayed up all night, and all the emotions she had squeezed for more than half a year were vented in this night. This made Rurik stare until dawn, when the maid went to report to the prince on the order of Haro Zuosen, But they saw that the prince and the high priest were still entangled together and sleeping soundly.
Little Lumi woke up, stood up helplessly and went out. Wearing a plain robe, with her black hair tied into a big ponytail, she stood upright and described to Harold Johnson who was waiting outside: "Your Majesty the Governor, the prince and the high priest are still lingering. They are very tired and don't want anyone to disturb you. You and everyone have a good time." Anything may have to wait until tomorrow.”
She is actually a bit maverick and arrogant. She dares to talk to the old guy Harold Zuosen because she is a Rurik woman. She was also self-aware and knew that she had to do her job well and not overstep her bounds, so after finishing her words, she returned to the small temple that needed to be supervised.
The small temple will be demolished soon. When she came back, she felt a little regretful when she saw the statue of the god. She also looked at the people who brought silver coins to worship them, and she had to receive them with a business-like smile. When she heard the silver coins were dropped into the box, The sound of jingle bells means auspicious words must be offered.
Today's Harold Zuosen was in vain. He and his old friends thought that the king would implement extremely high work efficiency and hold an elite meeting the second time he returned home. Obviously Rurik is indeed a real man. He can overcome the fatigue of travel and suddenly wilt in the gentle land of the woman he loves.
Everyone can understand this situation, and everyone laughed when they heard Xiao Lumi's description.
There are a lot of talents gathered here this morning, and they are also a group of old guys. There were the governor Harold Johnson, the shipbuilding wizard Hortra and his close friends, the old blacksmith Klavasen and his four other old friends, the administrator of the New Rus' people of the Mälaren immigrants, Herriger, the deer herder's Representatives, Ellenburg's representatives in Iron Furnace Town, a satellite city of Roseburg, the owner of the clothing workshop, Fordegen, and even the most important businessman, Gould.
Rurik grew up to be a generation of heroes. Now anyone who says he has childishness on his face is just dazzled. Rurik grew up, and the age spots on the faces of the old guys became more and more serious. The former warriors were now unable to pick up weapons. The old blacksmith could not swing the sledgehammer he was proud of too many times. Gould recently His condition is not good either. He occasionally gets headaches and feels weak.
Everyone is mortal, and everyone is doing things for Rurik, the "son of Odin". Presumably, the souls after death will return to the wonderful Asgard.
The anxious gathering of everyone also reflected the will of the entire Roseburg people. Everyone hoped that Rurik would convene a meeting immediately. Since he was determined to do something important, it was hard for everyone to force it. Harozolson made the final arrangements: "The prince and the high priest together are like Odin and Freya. Let them have a good rest. We should go back to prepare ourselves and prepare the things to be treated and discussed with the prince. We have to discuss and resolve them one by one.”
Indeed, the old man Harrow Johnson has some skills in handling government affairs. He was the loser in the competition for leadership in the old days. Now that the Ross country is prosperous and prosperous, he asserts that he would never be able to do it, but sticking to his hometown in Rossburg is something he is already familiar with. It was under his management that all economic activities in his hometown were as orderly as they had been in the past half century.
Harold Zuosen was indeed a local official who thought Shouzheng was the best, but he was also old, even older than Otto.
