Rise of Rurik

As the sky darkened, Lumia arranged her boots and leather clothes to prepare for her grazing tomorrow.

　　Lurik did not continue to review the knowledge on the wooden board.

　　 He leaned in front of Veria, who was sitting and meditating, and attracted her attention.

　　 "What's the matter? My child."

"One thing, grandma. I...I want to make a good thing. I think I can succeed. With it, we can wash our hands very clean. If we wipe the body with it, it will kill the eggs on the hairs. , Can make the body absolutely clean, without any filth. In this way... when we carry out the sacrifice, we can face Odin with absolute purity."

　　 Upon hearing this, Vella suddenly opened his eyes.

　　 Although Rurik’s words are very abrupt, what is the invention he is called?

　　 It would be very interesting if the so-called invention can bring "absolute purity".

　　 "My child, what are you going to do? Don't hesitate, tell me."

　　 "Yes! I think..." Rurik suddenly thought, and there seemed to be no proper term for soap in the Gnostic language.

　　 He thought about it, and simply called it. He wanted to make something called "soup". In order to express it more clearly, Rurik simply called it "soupa".

"We can make it. I need some seal oil, as well as charcoal ashes, and some salt. The seal oil can be made into a dry solid by some means. Rub the palm of the hand with it, and the hand will not become greasy. Remove the smallest dust in the nail crevice?"

　　 "Really? Wait! I really want to know what you said."

　　Villa immediately said a vocabulary, Rurik sounded like "kasa", which also proved that there are related vocabulary in Nosse.

　　 "That is the fruit of a plant. It is said that as long as it is ground into a powder and smeared on a linen cloth, the dirty linen can be washed away."

what is this? Rurik guessed it might be saponins. He thought about it carefully and was amazed that she was talking about saponins.

　　 The vocabulary called "kasa" by Veria is the vocabulary used to describe wild saponins in ancient Europe. What Rurik called "soupa", he understood that the root of this word was the classical Latin "sopa", which was the official abbreviation of soap by the ancient Romans.

　　 But saponins are not soap, and the two sources of open source are different, but they share the same goal.

　　Villa stretched out her withered right hand, but there was dust that was difficult to buckle in the gaps of the long nails. It needed iron needles or fish bones to be carefully buckled out.

　　 "It's true. So, I need some fat, I believe I will succeed. I don't need any special plants, I especially need some fat, and I will succeed in the end."

"Is it better to use than kasa? My child, I just heard that I have never seen it before. Maybe the Danes have such a good thing for cleaning, but we don't. My child. You always have fresh ideas. , You can do it. Tomorrow I will give you some grease, you try to do it, and I will help you too."

　　Villa greeted Bona, the lower priest who boiled the oil, and whispered a few words to her, which meant to prepare some fat as the child’s "toy" tomorrow.

　　Villa didn't mean to question anything, after all, it would be boring to just boil oil in the daily routine in winter.

　　 Saving Lumia's life, this little girl has already been recognized by Odin and has become a member of the tribe.

　　 Obviously, it objectively proved that Odin still blessed the lovely Rurik.

　　 Then, children’s whimsical ideas need support.

　　 Besides, the result of the invention described by Rurik is really interesting.

　　 "Ah! That's great!" The mere excitement of Rurik pretending to be a child bounced and jumped in front of Vilia, making the priest giggled.

　　 From the corner of his eyes, he also noticed that Lu Mia, who was still finishing her leather jacket, also cast a happy smile on herself.

　　 A new day has arrived.

　　 Last night, Lumia used a novel steel needle from Novgorod to easily complete the stitching of the thick leather jacket.

　　Villa feels that a girl’s sickness also has a certain factor in her thin dress, so Lumia needs to take care of the rewarded leather clothes herself.

　　 The clothes became a two-layer structure, and the interlayer was roughly stuffed with some messy hairs and even discarded linen heads.

　　 Early in the morning, Rurik, who had had breakfast, rushed to the priest’s longhouse with great interest.

　　 When he returned home last night, he had already told his parents the good news that Lu Mia had recovered.

　　The parents are of course very happy to see Rurik's smiling face, and Rurik pays more attention to the change of his mother's attitude towards Lumia.

　　 "Congratulations very much."

　　 "Yes, mother. She was admitted, and we should all treat her well in the future."

　　Niya didn't say much, she was in awe of the gods, and maybe a bad look at the girl was wrong now.

　　Lurik was in a great mood. When he approached the long house of the priest, he saw Lumia dressed in furry, driving the herd of deer to the foothills with a small leather whip. There are also several priestesses who are also pulling the reins with leather whips to prevent the deer from escaping.

　　 He walked hurriedly and greeted Lumia happily.

　　 Seeing Rurik, Lumia is like seeing her own brother.

After a brief greeting, Rurik finally told: "You must graze well and come back when it gets dark. My sister, I will have something important today. You can help me when you come back. If I succeed, maybe we will be there every day in the future. There is porridge to eat."

　　 speaks too fast, Lumia only understands a little bit. In short, Liu Rick has to finish herding by herself and come back to help him.

　　 "Okay, I will, my brother."

　　 He called his sister and himself called his younger brother. Outsiders seemed to be arrogant of the master-servant relationship, and she knew that Rurik liked this kind of nickname.

　　The more this happens, the more Lumia has a desire to help him.

　　Lurik actually thinks very far. In the future, the deer herd will multiply and grow, and the tribe can make a fortune by selling deer. It is said that it is a tribal deer herd, but the whole deer herd is their own property. In the end, the chief family will naturally have more considerable wealth based on the existing huge wealth.

　　 If soap can be produced, the profit from selling it must be more.

The success of 　　 soap will be a new beginning.

　　 The situation of the Ross tribe determines that the development of the tribe is very dependent on trade. Violent looting and hunting are all acts of sitting and eating.

　　 The production and trade of economic goods was an efficient means of accumulating wealth at that time.

　　Drink oatmeal all at once, that should be the most normal thing.

　　 Breeding deer herds and making soap is different from the previous rapid accumulation of wealth. This winter should begin.

　　Lurik happily entered the priest's cabin, and soon a Tao Weng was placed in front of him.

　　 The seal oil in this wong is in a semi-solidified state.

　　 His little hand tentatively reached into Weng, feeling its viscosity.

　　 "How's this? This grease does what you mean?" the boring Veria asked.

　　 "It seems to be possible, that is..." Rurik stretched out his finger, there are still some impurities remaining on the attached grease. "Maybe I still need to refine the fat and get rid of the scum."

　　 The so-called oil residue is actually the extra component of seal fat cells and even some muscle tissue.

　　 Based on the principle of improvising, the priests would never pursue perfection at all.

　　 "What else do you need besides grease? I'm curious, these sticky ones will be covered with grease from one hand and can become a good cleaning thing?"

　　 "Of course, grandma. I will do it now, and she will help me when Lumia returns."

　　 "Really? Maybe I thought I could help you."

　　 "I think... it's not necessary anymore. If you must help, please let other priests come."

　　Villa nodded, and immediately asked Bona, who was continuing to boil the oil, to come over, and she gave another order.

　　 But Bona was obviously reluctant, she just wanted to keep doing her own thing.

　　 Leurik didn’t make it difficult for this person. He just asked: “Bona, please help me boil a jar of hot water. I want to see it boil.”

"Just boiling hot water? It's easy. I hope there are no other complications, boy, I will continue to boil the oil. Soon it will be Hanukkah, and you have taken so much oil, and I am under a lot of pressure." Bona endured the dissatisfaction in her heart, indeed the grease in Tao Weng was the success of these lower priests.

　　The backwardness of oil refining technology and the inaccessibility of materials have greatly restricted the production of soil soap.

　　Lurik understands the reason Bona shakes her face. The oil in this urn is the result of her hard work.

　　 Hanukkah requires a large number of oil lamps to be lit for worship, which naturally consumes a lot of fuel.

　　 Bona hopes that her work will be easier, how can she do so.

　　Lurik didn't say much. The saponification reaction requires frantic stirring of a mixture of lye and fat. In the era without automatic machinery, it is really an individual effort.

　　 Bona probably couldn't count on it, at most she asked her to boil hot water.

　　 At this time, the only one who is absolutely reliable is Lumia who is still grazing.

　　 Maybe Bona will change her mind in the end. She will make her hands greasy and smelly when she boils the oil. These terrible stains are hard to get rid of, so you need to wash your hands frequently. If you use soap, it is really easy to solve.

　　 After a while, a jar of boiling water was placed in front of Rurik again, and he poured in some gray charcoal ashes.

　　 How much ashes should be poured, Rurik has no clear concept.

　　He understands for the first time that if enough ashes are poured, the key potassium nitrate content is also higher.

　　 He held a wooden stick in his hand and stirred desperately. After a while, the clay urn became an altar of hot black water.

　　 The priests just looked curious but did not interfere.

　　 The next thing is actually waiting. Bona breathes a sigh of relief. The child will not disturb her work for a while.

　　 "So you can take a break." Rurik stretched his arms vigorously, and the stirring stick was thrown aside at will.

The plant ash in the pottery urn forms a very thick suspension in which the potassium nitrate content is being dissolved, including a small amount of sodium nitrate. Under the high temperature environment, these substances are undergoing chemical changes, that is, they gradually become highly alkaline liquids rich in potassium nitrite.

　　 The corrosive ability of this kind of lye to pottery urn can be ignored.

　　 It still has too many impurities, and its concentration is difficult to estimate.

　　Lurik's own method is to wait for the liquid to cool, and after all the suspended impurities sink to the bottom, he then pours the clear solution into another clean pottery urn, and then cooks it again.

　　 The process of waiting is a bit boring, and Rurik is not idle.

　　 The crude sea salt used by the Ross tribe is mainly table salt, and it also contains bad substances such as magnesium chloride which gives it a bitter taste. However, these substances can play a beneficial role in the process of making soap.

　　Lurik got a half-slap-sized piece of salt crystals from Vilia. God knows how long it took them to boil the low-salinity seawater before they got such a piece of salt.

　　The salt was smashed vigorously by him to form a very fine powder, so that it can be quickly blended into the liquid in the subsequent work.

　　 Those small particles of suspended vegetation ash, they took the entire day to gradually settle, so Rurik waited until Lumia returned from grazing.

　　 There was a lot of noise outside, and after a while, Lu Mia, who was very tired, and the priestesses who watched her returned to the big wooden house.

　　 Her nose keenly noticed something strange in the indoor air, and then looked at her beloved Rurik, the child stared at a pottery urn.

　　 Lumia didn't have much to say, and cautiously approached Veria, the priest of the pen fan, and sat down to report the end of her work.

　　 "Very well, you can't rest yet. Go eat something first, then go to your host and follow his new orders."

　　 "Yes." The girl replied softly.

　　 "Bona, bring some dried meat." Veria continued to close his eyes and ordered casually.

　　 Lumia is a ten-year-old child after all, she is also full of curiosity while being cautious. She felt that the breath was permeating from the pottery urn that Rurik was staring at. What was it?

　　 She carried a small wooden plate ~www.readwn.com~ with some thick marinated fish in it, and walked over quickly.

　　 "Reilly. Do you want to eat?"

　　Lurik glanced at the sister, then stood up quickly.

　　 "I have noticed that you are back. You came in time. Lumia, you are waiting now. I will get another urn."

　　 She doesn't need to have any questions now, she just needs to work hard.

　　 An empty pottery urn was placed on the ground, and Lumia was ordered to hold it firmly with both hands. Lurik carefully hugged the basically settled plant ash solution, and tried to pour the upper clear liquid into the empty urn.

　　 Under the dimly yellow oil lamp, the brown-yellow liquid that can be seen by the naked eye carries a unique odor and is filled with empty urns. Rurik hoped to be pure enough, but some scum was dumped in by the way, but it was no longer elegant.

　　 "What is this?" Lumia asked curiously, "Water? Very strange."

　　 "It's not water, it's very dangerous, do you smell a strange smell?"

　　 Listening, Lumia nodded vigorously.

　　 "That's right." Rurik smiled confidently, "In order for us to gain wealth, Lumia, remember what you see now, and I will order you to make these in the future."

The basic separation of the solution and the **** is still the beginning. Next, you need the help of flames to evaporate the excess water, and to turn the semi-solidified seal grease in the other pottery urn into something that your index finger can barely touch. High temperature liquid.