Rise of Rurik

Soap has been successful, currently there are only fifteen pieces the size of a brick

"Liurik, so how much do you plan to sell for a piece?" Otto asked.

Rurik was asked.

The bargaining power of soap is in his own hands, and the most powerful people in the new tribe agree that it is the same for ordinary people, but ordinary people don't have much money.

To estimate a price they can afford, it cannot be too high or too cheap.

Thinking of money, Rurik recalled the hunting not long after the end of the hunt. The people returned with a full load, and the price of a deerskin seemed to be a silver coin.

Correct! One silver coin.

Rurik said without hesitation: "One at least one silver coin."

"Huh?" Otto was taken aback, his expression very exaggerated.

"Dad, I said it is missing? Then two silver coins, just like that, I will sell them at least two silver coins."

"You...you..." Otto was a little dazed, and Veria, who was on the crutches, was also taken aback.

Who doesn't like money? The purchase of a silver coin is actually quite amazing. A deerskin is a very valuable property.

Otto’s hunting operations earned him nearly a hundred silver coins, a real fortune, but it also took more than a month, and faced the risk of death from the expedition.

Rurik, a boastful little child, doesn't he think that by working day and night, he can turn a pile of cheap grease that can only be lit by an oil lamp into thirty silver coins?

Otto did see the soap bars on the ground, exactly fifteen.

Rurik didn’t slow down for a while, and continued to emphasize: “Only I of the entire tribe knows how to make it. Each can be used for a long time. Isn’t it appropriate for two silver coins to buy a magical baby? Of course it’s appropriate. I want to give it to the priests. The soap will be provided for free forever, and I will sell it to the blacksmiths and cobblers. They are the richest in the tribe besides our family and the priests. They will definitely be willing to buy a baby that can be easily cleaned."

Hearing this, Otto thought for a while and felt that his son was not arrogant, he must have thought about whom he should sell to.

The son’s words were right. Otto himself bought a large amount of fresh leather and sold it to the cobbler's shop inside the clan and the guest. It was easy to make a lot of silver coins.

Those people are indeed very wealthy, especially the blacksmiths. Otto actually thinks that this small group of people is the most boring fortune. They must have hidden a lot of wealth, and the large number of metal tools for display they hung in the shop, they are also invaluable.

For example, a logging axe costs one silver coin for the last time, and a very high-quality axe that has been forged many times costs three silver coins.

Looking at the age of his son, he only has a meat cleaver in his waist at seven years old. If his son is to become a real man, he may need to order an iron sword for him in advance.

Do not! Maybe the situation will change.

If Rurik sells his own soupa for a large sum of money, Otto does not want to learn from other men who use his son as a labor force to make money, and his son will inevitably inherit his own property. If he can become a moneymaker, he must now encourage him.

He can use the money he earns to buy a good sword made by the blacksmith's shop, although it is not as good as his own "Destroyer", it will also be worthy of Rurik's sword.

After all, when he grows up, he is bound to hold high the "Destroyer" and inherit his old age to lead the tribe.

Otto thought for a moment: "Then, you can go to the blacksmith to test it out, maybe they will buy it. I can also tell others, the uncles you know, they may also buy it. They have other things about the blacksmith. one thing."

"What's the matter, Dad."

"Um... my son, you should have a real saber."

"Huh? It's all right now?"

Rurik looked very excited, and Otto naturally thought that he was an urgently needed saber of hope.

"Yes, maybe you should prepare now. I can take you to see the best blacksmith in the tribe right away."

"So anxious?"

"Oh, maybe it's a little anxious." Otto stroked his wet beard, "Then tomorrow. Child, you let me experience something interesting today, and soon I will give you one to be worthy of you. The sword. You stay here to rest today, and I will lead you tomorrow morning."

Rurik didn't speak, he nodded subconsciously and agreed to his father's request.

The fact of soap is exciting, and after having a chat with the high priest Veria, he leaves easily. The weather outside was still very cold. As usual, he got together with his guys and told them that his son had made a new kind of baby that could clean people as if they were just born.

Otto was doing an advertisement. He first went to Kharosov's house and called the other guys together.

More than two dozen people were sitting in the long house in Kharozov. They were dressed in various styles around the fire and warmed up.

Each of them exudes a complex smell, obviously because of the smell for too long, no one finds the smell disgusting.

Because it is a mixture of sweat and body odor, mixed with the smell of bacon and coke.

Bathing in winter is still quite challenging, and to make matters worse, winter is never a good time to wash clothes. It is conceivable that many people can't change their clothes in the whole long winter, how bad it is.

The sudden appearance of the leader this morning gave other people a different feeling in an instant.

"Chief, you came very suddenly today? Are you planning to invite everyone to drink? As far as I know, your wine jars must not be large." Harozov took the lead in teasing.

"Of course it's not about alcohol, it's another matter."

"It will always be your son? Or the servant of your house?"

"Servant?" Otto curled his mouth. "I just returned from the priest, and that servant has been staying in the priest's longhouse. It is this servant who has been sleeping around the fire, like a puppy, and my son is there, since Rurik doesn't speak, and I can't say anything."

"So... Chief, I always think you are very strange today. The smell of your hair has become a little special after you rearranged it."

"Haha?! Did you notice?!" Otto suddenly lifted his body, holding his exaggerated and fluffy beard in both hands.

"My son invented a good thing. I used it to wash his beard thoroughly. You can come and touch it. I will never mind."

Now that the leader has spoken, his exaggerated beard is naturally played by others. A pair of rough hands touched the fluffy beard. It was dry and supple, and it could be squeezed down. This was the most incredible thing. There was no obstacle to stroking the beard.

It's far more than that.

Otto took off his leather hat again, and his long hair, mixed with a lot of white hair, lost the fixation of the hat and drooped completely.

"You can also touch my hair, it becomes very clean, as neat as the hair of a newly born child."

Because of the stickiness of sebum, long hair and beard can stick together. Excessive hair can be attached to a large amount of dust and the fine ashes from the heat of the campfire, which mix with sebum to form a more viscous greasy substance. A strong warrior, it is difficult for them to wash their hair and beard, even with clean water, unless they use alkaline shampoo.

Otto showed a strong and incredible feeling to his guys.

Loosing his hair, Kharosov's hands trembled in shock: "What's the matter? Could it be that the priest used some magic power?"

"Hahaha! Of course not! Because this is from Odin's magic power, and my son Rurik got Odin's magic power." Otto's words were very magical, and other people heard them without any doubt.

Everyone believed that it was true, including Harozov’s wife, who was busy cutting the dried meat, and stopped to listen to what the leader said.

Otto smiled confidently and murmured deliberately, "Listen, brothers, stretch your heads out."

"You... please speak." Kharosov also replied in a low voice.

"Rurik made some magical babies, which can thoroughly clean the dirtiest people. Those priests have already enjoyed it in advance, and I just used it to thoroughly clean the beard and hair. Listen! You all Listen! I’ve never been so comfortable since I started growing my beard. My hair no longer itches, and so does my chin. Seeing your eyes, I know you want to own this treasure too."

Harozov was very moved. He asked quietly and solemnly: "Is it the long house of the priest? I will lead the brothers to ask for it now."

"No!" Otto shook his head vigorously: "That is a sacred place. You will all enter Valhalla after you die. Now if you want to enter the sacred place of the world, you will be rejected by the Valkyrie at the gate of Valhalla. Let's talk about it. You don’t have to go for it, because the producer of the baby is my son Rurik."

"Could it be... do you want us to personally ask for Rurik? No! Chief, he is your son, brothers should ask you for something."

"Oh, that's right." Otto smiled and sat cross-legged in a lazy appearance. He stretched out **** and said: "Two silver coins, as long as two silver coins can get a treasure."

Next, while introducing Otto, he gestured with his hands the size of the bar of soap and how to use it.

In this way, they basically understand that the size of a soap bar is really not small, and although it will be reduced a little after each use, they have successfully completed the so-called thorough cleaning. Furthermore, it can wash hair and beard, and can thoroughly clean the clothes on the body.

There is also another reason why everyone is eager to get it. The soupa is another oracle that Rurik got from Odin. If you want to get close to Valhalla and buy Rurik’s soupa, will you be more favored by God?

Some people are even speculating, maybe Valhalla's heroic spirits, they must use this thing to bathe, and now the world themselves can enjoy it in advance.

"I'll buy it!" Harozov gritted his teeth and beckoned to his wife directly: "Navola, give me two silver coins to the leader."

Harozov’s wife is completely obedient to her husband, just like other women in the tribe, she very traditionally believes that her husband will do everything well, and she only needs to take care of her husband’s property. She did not hesitate to take out the storage box, which contained all of Kharosov's belongings, and took him to Valhalla. This property will naturally be inherited by the married eldest son.

As for Kharozov’s youngest son, Kanuf, unfortunately, he wants to fight for his own wealth.

"Chief, you can accept it now." Kharosov said respectfully.

Two Roman silver coins, it is indeed very valuable.

Otto thought for a while, and shook his head directly: "No, you should collect the money first."

"Why? We all believe in you, the leader."

"No! Don't get me wrong. The silver coin must be reserved for me. Even if I am his father, I cannot collect the money on his behalf."

"But you are still his father." Kharosov emphasized.

"Rurik will be the next leader. He got the oracle to make a baby that cleans everything, and it shows that the priest's prophecy is true." After thinking of many things, Otto, who was very happy just now, couldn't help but sighed: " Brothers, I am old, but you are younger than me. Rurik may be the only child of our tribe who has received a clear oracle. Among all the children under ten years old, can anyone be better than him? Ask yours Inwardly, your little sons, once the snow melts, they will have to go to the slopes to learn a lot with Rurik.

I asked the high priest many things, and the high priest told me that Rurik would be an excellent leader, not only because of the oracle but also in his current performance. Rurik is full of wisdom, and he is also good at fighting wisely. He knows everything I am proficient at, and he knows everything I don't know.

You go to buy his things yourself, and the coins are in his own hands. Since Rurik must be a leader, he must now be trained, and from now on he must learn to take care of his own property. "

Otto’s words are very pertinent, at least everyone feels so.

Due to the small size of the wooden house of Harozov's family, Otto had to summon the most loyal handful of cronies.

If it is in the open outdoors, he can easily recruit 200 or 300 warriors who have nothing to do in winter. If another day is chosen, those who forcibly break the ice to catch seals in winter will also return. There can be five or seven hundred warriors listening to Otto’s advertisement for his son’s soap.

Just telling twenty cronies is probably enough, after which they will tell others the good news, anyway, there is nothing else to do in the boring winter.

Otto and these guys talked about all kinds of things and the lack of resources. They talked about Rurik’s servants, which is better, venison or fish, and even the Novgorod women who got married. The bulging belly, there are other messes. Because of the magical possibility of soap, everyone is in a very good mood and believes in the future.

Yes, the priest of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com said many years ago that the born Rurik will be the greatest leader of the tribe, and everyone who follows the leader can get happiness.

The most important thing everyone talked about was that after the ice and snow melted, the tribes would organize their staff to go to Novgorod to ask for tributes. By then, the adult men of each tribe would be able to allocate their own rewards according to their status and age.

Otto didn't leave until it was dark. He was in a very good mood, and he naturally turned to the long house of the priest to see his son.

He wanted to see what this lovely child was doing throughout the day, and by the way, to confess his son. As an old man, he had already received as many as twenty orders, and the existing soaps could be sold instantly.

Taking advantage of the faint light reflected by the stars on the snow, he approached the priest's long house, and a strong burnt scent of fat rushed into his nostrils, violently arousing his gluttons.

what! The smell of fat is really tempting.

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