Rise of Rurik

A contract worth one hundred pounds of silver was signed, but Rurik was not complacent because he would become richer.

　　Lurik is sure that his actions must have angered Bona.

　　 How about that? Anyway, that Bona is unpleasant.

　　 If a leader can still be swayed by the determination of the tribe’s high priest, how can things become like this?

　　 At any time, priests should not have greater ambitions, they must follow the leader's decision.

　　 Besides, when they start to pursue greater interests, they are no longer religious. Such people have fallen so bad that they should not continue to serve as priests. In this way, what is the significance of the existence of priests?

　　 After today's events, Rurik really understands Bona. Say she is ambitious, she really has her own advanced ideas. To say she is stupid, she is also really stupid.

　　In the future, who can serve as high priest during his reign? At least Bona is not personally competent.

　　 Such a long-term matter, Liu Rick doesn't want to think about it for the time being.

　　 A very tricky thing was placed in front of me. The priests did not suspend soap production, but suspended it indefinitely.

　　 It seems that at present, I have to start anew.

　　How about Palla?

　　 This priestess who was introduced by Bona to make soap all the time, is she reliable?

　　 Even if it's soap, now there is no glass that makes him even more concerned.

　　Lurik frequently ran to the blacksmith's shop in Clavasson in the afternoon to supervise him to make new glassware to make money, and he also paid attention to his construction of steel swords.

　　 He also estimated the days, according to the usual practice, the fleet led by his father is coming back soon.

　　 This year's situation is bound to be special. They want to build Silla Fort in the "St. Petersburg" location, and there are many issues related to the marriage of a large number of tribal youths. Many issues are combined. Is the time for their return to approach the summer solstice?

　　 Now, the time has come to the end of May, and the father and the others still have no clear news.

　　The life of the residents of Roseburg has become more and more lively. In recent days, more and more small vendors have rowed their boats from the south to stop in the fjord of Roseburg.

　　Actually, according to the normal port management system, the Ross tribe has the right to collect an entry tariff for all foreign trade vessels calling. This tax is not only used as port maintenance costs, but also an important source of tax revenue for a country.

　　 The Ross tribe is still a tribe, so much so that no one thought that the tribe could collect a sum of money from foreigners, the so-called "tribe protects foreigners from asking for benefits." The long-term tacit understanding was relieved, and some merchants were willing to put their wealth in the Rus tribe, so that under the protection of the powerful Rus, they did not have to worry about their wealth being looted by the enemy.

　　 After all, Roseburg is located in a fjord. The place is naturally easy to defend and difficult to attack, unlike the forest on the big lake where the Mälaren tribe lives. The rich there must build some wooden walls to prevent sudden attacks by bandits.

　　 In addition, the leader Otto is indeed a wise man. Under his governance, the Ross tribe rarely engages in theft, and vicious crimes do not exist. Because once those thieves are caught, the result is a capital crime. Otto inherited the tradition of his ancestors, and everyone supported such severe punishment.

　　 On the issue of avoiding crime, Otto tried his best to restrain his people, and treated the guests equally.

　　 The Ross people follow the principle of an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. They can only impose capital punishment on criminals in response to theft and looting in Roseburg.

　　 Look and see now that the port is gradually becoming prosperous. Every time Lurik sees it, he has an urge to remodel it and make it more like an excellent port.

　　 But before that, the tribal civilization of the Ross tribe must be the first to make changes.

　　 For example, strengthen the power of the leader.

　　 Once, the tribe's rear-collar was not much higher than ordinary people, and everyone was discussing things. It also includes the priests, who, as a small group of people, don't have much authority.

The 　　 tribe is indeed undergoing drastic social changes. Those with high physical fitness have increasingly improved the right to speak in the tribe, and now they have completely changed the tribal dividend system. As a result, a family loses its main labor force, and cannot get a share of tribal wars and trade dividends.

　　 "I must use my own power to change all of this. I must become a true king and let the richest and poorest people obey my rule. First of all, I must use the power of capital to further win people's hearts."

　　 Since signing the contract with those foreign merchants, in only five days, Kravasson successfully took out all the glassware needed by the merchants.

　　 The merchants also happily handed over the payment. After that, they formed a small fleet and hired a small group of fishermen from the Ross tribe who wanted to make extra money, and rowed straight to the south.

　　 An order for glassware worth up to one hundred pounds of silver coins, Rurik proudly submitted him to Clavasson.

　　 Continue making? of course!

　　 Compared with the former, the workload of completing the new contract is obviously not very high, and the profit is really amazing.

　　 This was actually an order from the priests, and for a while, Kravasson was only shocked. After he got to know the inside story, Cravason also had some worries about the future.

　　 After all, money is money. Who would think that he is too advanced?

　　In another four days, the glassware ordered by the priests was completely finished.

　　 The Julian calendar, May 31 is also the last day of May in this calendar.

　　 Today’s weather is not good, it is overcast and rainy, and the light rain is falling.

　　 With such bad weather, the intricate roads of Roseburg have become muddy, and the ships in the port have stopped on the shore. On the hazy sea, only a few boats continued to fish in the rain. Under such circumstances, today's fish market is really sluggish.

　　 Such weather is a kind of small relaxation for Rurikcha.

　　 Because the boys can eat at least two pounds of fish every day on a clear day. A large amount of protein intake, coupled with the military training every morning, they are more and more explaining the body, and the training of collision and fighting has become more and more violent.

　　Only today, the training was completely cancelled, and the arrangement of free fish eating was also cancelled due to the temporary closure of the fish market. The vast majority of tribesmen hide from the rain in their own homes, eat the dried meat with nothing to do, and light the indoor bonfire to dispel the cold and dampness.

　　 In the morning, Rurik looked at his pile of silver coins in two wooden boxes again, and he was satisfied.

　　 "It's raining, do you want to go out? Maybe you can wait for something." Mother Niya suggested.

"I have to go out, Mom. That's a hundred pounds of silver coins. I have to go." After that, Rurik's eyes motioned to Lumia: "You don't have to go grazing in rainy weather. Go to the blacksmith's house with me first. Come on. Come with me now."

　　 There is no umbrella and no raincoat. Lu Mia holds a large thin sheepskin as a material to block the rain, covering herself and the owner even more.

　　Lurik clung to Lumia's body, and the two leaned against each other and paced in the mud.

　　 After a little bit of setbacks, the two arrived at Cravason smoothly.

　　 Only the blacksmith's shop, the temperature from the continuous burning fire dissipated the cold.

　　 "I've been waiting for you for a while. My boy. You are so determined! I'm afraid that a slip and precious glass will break."

　　 The words of Cravason, who had been waiting for a long time, clearly revealed concern.

　　 Leurik shrugged: "It doesn't matter if it rains a little bit. Let's take the things and bring the money. I hope you and I will divide the money today."

　　 "Go ahead. Hey, more money."

　　 Cravason walked into the inner room and threw out a smooth grayish-white skin.

　　 "Liurik, here's a leather jacket to protect you from the rain."

　　 "Raincoat?" Rurik stroked the leather in his hand: "Is it a sheepskin?"

　　 "Two pieces of sheepskin stitched together, just to protect against rain. Enough for you and your servants," Clavasson added.

　　 "Oh thank you. What about you?"

　　 "You don't have to worry about me. I will bring all the glassware, you and Lumia don't take anything. It's just that when I get to the priest, I can't go in personally. The rest is up to you."

　　Liurik think about it, it is indeed the case. The long house of the priest is called a sacred place, and only high-ranking members of the tribe and servants trusted by the high-ranking members are eligible to enter.

　　 In everyone's opinion, the status of craftsmen is indeed not high.

　　 The air suddenly became gloomy and cold, and Kravasson embraced a wooden box with all the glassware neatly stacked inside. When Clavasson arrived at the door of the priest's long house, he was covered with water.

　　 Next, it was Rurik and Lumia who carried the wooden box reasonably and carried it into the longhouse.

　　 Originally, idle people and others would not enter the serious priest's long house. The arrival of the two immediately attracted the attention of people in the room.

　　 The idle priestesses who had already received the news immediately rushed forward, and they squeezed the equally curious Bona out, just to see the true face of the beautiful glassware.

　　 Soon, the glassware for ordinary priests was distributed.

　　 Bona is of course dissatisfied with Rurik's move to hack money, even if things have passed for many days, this dissatisfaction still cannot be relieved.

　　 Dramatically, when this wrinkled blond woman got her own glassware, her dissatisfaction was immediately eliminated a lot.

　　 Finally, the small box buried in the bottom layer of the big box aroused Bona's intense interest.

　　 "Ruriek, what's the baby in your little box?" she asked.

　　 "Of course it is a treasure for the high priest." Rurik said proudly.

　　 "Then... can I see it first?"

"you?"

　　Rurik's eyes revealed suspicion.

　　 Bona said quickly: "I just want to see."

　　 "That's good." Rurik held the box with both hands, and suddenly asked: "Today, Grandma Villa's condition should be much better, right?"

　　 "It should be all right, I gave her some fish stew with onions, and the situation is much better."

　　 "Is it you?" Rurik smiled contemptuously: "You still love her?"

"Of course."

　　 After hearing this, Rurik guessed that Veria had indeed been ill before. After all, it was an amazingly old man who died after suffering a disease. It is indeed very likely. Rurik was afraid that Veria's body, which was about to be unsupported, would suddenly collapse.

　　 Knowing that her mental state has improved, Rurik is also very pleased. Even Rurik still doesn't feel that Bona really loves Granny Villa, as she advertised. Maybe she only loves the priestly power that can be inherited from Veria.

　　Lurik opened the box, and Bona immediately exclaimed.

　　 Just because, the two glassware in this small box are really exquisite!

　　They are not lead glass, but potassium-lime glass, which experimentally added a little rust, giving the whole glass a faint yellow-green color.

　　 This situation gave Clavassen a lot of inspiration. If a ruby ​​is added to the molten glass, will the whole glass become red, or another color?

　　 He thought it was very magical, and this behavior of throwing messy ore into the crucible to melt it formed the so-called alchemy. Precisely on the basis of various smelting experiments, it is unreliable to hope to make gold by this method, but other strange things can be made.

　　 Since Clavasson has learned about the "atomic theory" from Rurik across the ages, the old guy's thinking has become more active after his horizons have opened up.

　　 Adding weird things to molten glass is just his practical use.

　　 Klavasen has not experienced failure at all! Within a few days, he at least knew that if the dark red rust and green patina were put in, the final glass would have different colors. He really wanted to put in a ruby ​​to melt it, just reluctant to bear the baby.

　　 Although the glassware is sold through Rurik's hands, the profit is a magical profit. Clavasson still didn't want to sacrifice his rubies for huge profits, or because of the huge profits of glassware, the price he had set for one of the few natural rubies in his hand was too low.

　　 Natural gemstones must increase the price!

Kravasson has mastered the basic principles of making colored glass, and even he has found suitable coloring materials. This makes glassware obviously have other buying points, and he is more keenly aware, as long as the coloring is correct, small pieces of glass It can imitate gems.

　　 is not only here~www.readwn.com~ to make more complex shapes for glassware, but also a good way to make a lot of money.

　　 After all, people who have the money to buy glassware are not upstarts, or they have the enthusiasm for huge wealth. A big businessman like Gould no longer cares about the crazy prices of commodities. He desperately needs the uniqueness and beauty of commodities to demonstrate his noble identity and wealth status.

　　 Kravasson went through the description of Rurik, and used his ability to make bronzes, as well as his imagination, to create a glass pot with a long neck and a mouth. A glass tube connected to the lower end of the pot, this glass tube is like the neck of a swan, and the water outlet is slightly bent down at the end.

　　 There are two other seemingly ordinary glassware for drinking water, and Klavasen also installed glass ears for them. Because of its strong plasticity, some patterns have been carved on the wall of the cup.

　　 Cravason began to use gravity more frequently. No, he made special tongs to clamp the middle part of the glass, and the thickness quickly deformed because of gravity. The sticky and hot bottom continued to fall, and a constricted waist was formed in a daze. The falling viscous liquid glass touched a very flat iron plate, thus forming a level.

　　 Cravason produced two consecutively. Although it is obviously experimental, he still achieved success.

　　 These two thick, pale yellow "goblets" are also gifts to the high priest.

　　The three special glassware have a pale yellow color, combined with their smooth and hard touch. Facing his masterpiece, Clavasson can't help but feel that they are like huge treasures carved out of amber.