Rurik, who was only two years old, had basically learned the tribal language.
It is really interesting to carefully identify them. Comparing most of their vocabulary with English more than a thousand years later, quite a lot of vocabulary is indeed very similar, so it is not difficult to learn.
Liu Li knew that his mother’s name was Niya, his father’s name was Otto, and he had a cousin named Arik. I actually have a large number of relatives, who are all core members of the tribe. It is even said that most of the people in the tribe are related to each other.
The tribe calls itself "Sword Hand" or "Russ" externally. Internally, they only have names to match, and some special people have nicknames.
However, they do not have any surnames.
"If I were Rurik, then the current date should be around the middle of the ninth century. Am I in Scandinavia now? Or in Jutland, Denmark?"
"The elder also claimed that I was the one blessed by Odin and would lead the tribe to prosperity. Well, if the whole family goes to the hinterland of Eastern Europe, the tribe will indeed prosper. At least don't stay in the cold gorge. Bay, eating fish every day to survive."
My biological father Otto led hundreds of people to Novgorod to ask for tribute from the locals. My biological mother has been counting the days, fearing that this will happen. Will be back in a few days.
Once he accepted this identity and looked at his biological mother Niya who was looking forward to the future more and more, Liu Li really wanted to see his father Otto and his cousin Arik as soon as possible.
On the Sorgon voyage in the autumn of this year, Otto took Arik, who was only twelve years old, just to let him see the world.
What treasures can they bring back? Liu Li has had enough of eating fish every day. As long as they come back, they can enjoy a happy time eating bread and even eat honey.
It was another calm autumn day. It dawned very late, the north wind howled across the fjord, and the world was in a state of silence.
The climate seems to be getting colder every day, but today’s atmosphere is really unusual.
In the early morning, an oil lamp was lit in the wooden house, and Niya prepared some marinated raw pork and a small piece of rusk for her son.
"Rurik, eat slowly, I'll go outside to see what's going on."
"Okay mom!"
Compared Compared to pickled shark meat, concentrated seawater pickled pork is more delicious, even if it is raw.
Rurik had no choice. In two years, he knew many things. For example, pork was precious, bread was precious, and even the salt water used to marinate the pork was precious.
Even if they face the sea all day long, the people of the Ross tribe can only boil seawater to make cyan coarse salt, a process that consumes a lot of firewood.
However, the tribe often eats fish, and sea fish is salty, so they have no shortage of salt.
They have been doing trade with people in the south. No one knows how people in the south get pure white good salt without a strange smell. After all, theyYes.
Rurik slowly ate the bread and tore into the pork. It was crazy for a two-year-old child to do these things. He has become completely accustomed to this, and now he has to sigh at how powerful a person's adaptability is.
In other words, I have to sigh with emotion. This is how people in the Middle Ages worked hard to survive in an extremely difficult environment.
After a while, Niya hurried into the wooden house with an excited face: "Rurik, your father is back. Everyone has gone to the dock, let's go too! Let's see how much your father brought Baby."
"Ah! Is there any honey?" Rurik asked.
"Yes! You have everything you want. Just finish your meal and we will leave immediately."
Rurik eats quickly with his baby teeth. This does not seem to be food at all. The so-called food that children eat, but they themselves do not get sick after eating this kind of food for a long time.
I’m afraid it’s all because this Nordic man’s body is strong to the core, and will become even stronger in the future, even with a thick beard.
Niya picked up Rurik after finishing his meal and walked quickly towards the dock with the maid following him.
Rurik wore a complete sheepskin coat, and his lining was indeed fine soft linen. He wears fairly thick clothes that don't hinder his walking. The north wind outside was like a knife. He couldn't help but look at the blue sky. The sun had just risen and the moon was still looming.
Looking at the sea to the east, Rurik narrowed his round blue eyes slightly and saw a large number of sailboats heading towards the port of Fort Ross against the sun.
Many of the huge canvases were printed with blue patterns, and the cross-arranged paddle patterns fully proved that Otto, the leader of the tribe, led his hundreds of warriors in triumph.
One by one, dragon-headed warships took advantage of the wind to wash up the beach, and then, one by one, strong Viking men jumped off the sandy beach.
Otto returned victorious with a large amount of cargo. Soon, the transportation of the cargo began, but he just wanted to see his family as soon as possible.
"Arik, come with me to find your mother and brother."
"Okay dad."
A strong man with a sword hanging from his waist Han, leading a child with a sword hanging from his waist, left the noisy crowd and walked towards an agreed-upon place on the pier.
Since Arik inherited his biological father's sword, he has always regarded it as a treasure. It is a rather heavy weapon. This time, Arik took this sword with him when he went to the Sweg territory with his uncle.
Arik was still too green. He followed closely behind Otto, who was walking vigorously and vigorously, with his head tilted slightly and not daring to neglect at all.
After a while, Otto saw Niya holding the child. His old face full of vicissitudes of life and covered with beard showed a gratifying smile, as if he was holding countless gold in his hands.
Soon, Otto kept the "gold" as he wished, which is his only surviving biological son Rurik..
He is a crazy person when fighting, and all the people he leads are called berserkers.
Otto holds his own sharp sword "The Destroyer", swinging it with both hands, he can directly cut the enemy in half.
His fighting power is absolutely terrifying, there is no doubt about it. Only in front of his wife and children, he rarely shows his cute side.
Otto picked up the young Rurik and kept teasing the child's face with his beard.
"Dad, please don't do this, I feel so bad."
"Really? I thought you were going to cry."
"Why are you crying? ?" Rurik asked in a childish voice.
These words actually stopped Otto.
"Ah! Yes! Why are you crying." Otto sighed, "My child, you are indeed special. You are not like an ordinary child. Just pinch him lightly or fall accidentally." , I can cry for a long time. But you, I have never heard your cry.”
“Hey, because I am the one blessed by Odin!” Rurik smiled deliberately. To put it bluntly.
"Yes! That's why you are different."
Otto pinched his son's face and said in an educational tone, "A good warrior cannot cry. You must not be afraid of pain. Only in this way can you become a qualified leader. "Yes, I will. But do I really believe what the elders say?"
"Of course you are." Niya rushed to say, "My child, this is your mission."
"Yes, at least everyone believes it. You are my son, you You must have been a qualified leader. When you grow up, I will teach you how to become a qualified leader."