So, when Otto returned, he saw the strange sight of the priests busy.
"Ah?! What are you doing?!"
"It's the leader, why are you here suddenly?" Poona paused the mixing in her hands, and so did everyone else.
"I'm here to find my son. You...what are you doing?"
Curiosity drove Otto to find out, and he saw the sticky stuff in the pottery urns one by one. After seeing the thick brownish-yellow and whitish paste, smelling the sensitive scent, and considering that his son was standing next to a pile of pottery urns, he immediately understood.
"Rurik, and you! You...are you making soap?"
"Yes. Dad, do you think it's incredible?"
"I..." The surprise on Otto's face disappeared, replaced by pure surprise.
Otto no longer cared about so much and spoke directly: "My child, there is good news. I have found many old friends. They are willing to buy you a piece of soap with two silver coins. There are at least two of them. Ten people, since you can make more for the priests, all of them can buy a piece!"
Otto opened his arms with pride. And the priests were even more overjoyed. Because according to the employment contract that was just signed and came into effect, it starts counting from yesterday. The leader has developed twenty customers and can sell at least twenty pieces of soap. The priests can all reasonably share the huge sum of eight silver coins!
The priests' labor enthusiasm became more intense, and they stirred more crazily in order to reach a level that Rurik was satisfied with faster.
Taking advantage of their enthusiasm, Rurik called his father aside and told him his agreement with the priests. Now it was Otto's turn to be shocked again.
"You! You have an agreement with them? My child, you...you are really a genius as a businessman."
"Hey." Rurik got the advantage. "We can have greater wealth. Dad, since you can make those uncles buy my soap, you can sell it to more people. The priests have made the soap, and you can help me sell them. According to the agreement, Do you think it’s perfectly okay for me to control all my money?”
“Of course, my child, I think you will inherit my money sooner or later. He was already richer than me when he was older." Otto's big hands subconsciously held his son's forehead with a golden ponytail, as if he was stroking not hair but tens of thousands of gold threads.
Things are getting incredibly complicated and the future is full of possibilities for great wealth.
Things have completely changed. Now that my son and the priests have a "sacred agreement", I can't say anything else. His only thought was that everyone should strictly abide by this agreement, and that the technology of soap making must be a secret among the chief family and the priests. Moreover, it is best for future soap making to be limited to the sacred chief priest. inside the house.
For this reason, OttoBelieving that he was shouldering a heavy responsibility, he felt that he had to help Rurik solve all kinds of worries for the sake of his son's happy future.
He found the confused Vilia just to get a promise that the priest would not leak the soap-making technology for extra benefits, which required another long conversation.
The priests brought all the unused empty wooden boxes and filled them with the thick soap solution that had been stirred for a long time. They filled thirty-five wooden boxes, and there would be thirty-five wooden boxes. Five soaps were successfully produced.
Everyone involved in the mixing put in a lot of effort to mix the soap to suit Rurik's taste.
Finally the tiring work has come to an end for the time being.
Bona endured the pain in her arms, but her mind was still tired, "Rurik, can it be done now? By tomorrow morning?"
"Yes. Thank you for your hard work."
"It doesn't matter, as long as there are enough silver coins, we are all willing to do it."
"Then you can have a good rest. I hope my father can sell them all tomorrow."
"Okay." Bo Na had a smile on her face. When she thought about money, it seemed that the pain in her arms disappeared because of the joy in her heart.
While leaving for a year, the priests subconsciously twisted their sore arms. Looking at their backs, they felt a little sorry to leave Rick behind.
He sat on the leather cushion and looked thoughtfully at the wooden boxes arranged in a matrix beside the campfire.
Rumia came over obediently and expressed her apology: "I really took a day off. I didn't do anything."
"The priests have new jobs. Can you go grazing tomorrow?"
"Okay. Just..." Rumia pursed her lips, feeling a little hesitant, "You are not afraid that I will run away with the deer."
"It's ridiculous." Rurik pulled her down.
“Ah!”
“Don’t make any noise. Rumia, I gave you a chance, but you would have run away long ago. What’s the point of mentioning this now. "
"I...I won't run. I will go to graze tomorrow."
Rumia's Norse language is still stumbling. She really doesn't want to run away, just to drive her away. I'm not happy to leave either.
People naturally like to get together. During this period, she ate well every day and wore warm clothes. Running away would mean losing all of these. Now it looks like you can enjoy more goodies if you stay, like washing your hair and face with soap.
The two of them took care of their shop by the campfire, and rested beside the baked soap.
While they were sleeping, the soap bars were rapidly dehydrating again. With yesterday's less than successful experience, the wooden boxes were placed relatively far away from the campfire. They were roasted until they were warm, trying their best to achieve a perfect dehydration process.
The efforts were successful, and a new day came early for Otto. He came so early to get the goods, just to sell all the soap as soon as possible.
The once quiet longhouse of the priests suddenly became lively, not because of any sacrificial activities, but because the priests all woke up early to see the results of leaving the soap overnight.
Villa could not sit idly by and ignore the noise. She was also very curious in her heart, and she was even more excited to see the leader Otto who came early in the morning.
"Ah, great priest, you woke up so early."
"I can't continue to rest." Vilia walked to the matrix beside the bonfire with a cane. pile of wooden boxes, "Come here, chief, and see the masterpieces of Rurik and others."
"Okay! I will sell all the soap so that you and we can Become rich."
Rurik wanted to show off his father's expression, so he personally brought a wooden box over and hit the bottom of the box with a wooden stick, and a pile of soap bars that looked like bricks was knocked out. down. The situation was exactly what Rurik expected. He held the soap bar and felt that it had become quite dry. Its texture is still very soft, and you can easily take off a piece with your fingernails, but it doesn't feel greasy at all, because it has transformed from a lump of fat into a good earthy soap.
"Dad, take a look, those uncles will definitely like it."
Otto played with the soap in his hand, and even put his nose to it to smell the smell. He was in full view of everyone. He stretched out his tongue and licked it a few times. The bitter feeling immediately made him realize that this was a bar of soap.
"Ah! Dad, what are you doing? You can't eat this!" Rurik said loudly in confusion.
"I just gave it a try. If it is true, it must be bitter. It is true! You may not know that yesterday, all your uncles felt its bitterness. You want to sell soap to They, they can only use this method to judge whether it is a good soupa, just like..." Otto thought for a while, "It's probably like biting a gold coin with your teeth. If it can move, it means it is real gold, not some bronze inlay. The gold is fake.”
Although it is a bit absurd, it really makes sense according to Otto’s explanation.
All the soap bars were knocked out, and Otto just licked them one by one with the tip of his tongue, and he knew it in his mind.
"Great priest, the soaps you make are very good. I will sell them next. Please give me a piece of linen and I will wrap them."
"Going to sell now? Very good, I hope you can deliver a sum of silver coins when you come back. In addition to yesterday's fifteen, you will sell them all and give us twenty silver coins." Willy Ya Gang explained to his subordinate.
"Of course." After saying that, Otto looked at his son: "Rurik, have you had dinner? If you have finished, take your servant with me. Go and see him. Your dozens of uncles, let’s sell all the soap now!”
The weight of the soap is quite amazing, just because each piece of it weighs more than two pounds. According to Rome, which is common throughout Europe in this time and space! Calculated at 329 grams per pound, a bar of soap weighs more than 600 grams.
Such a heavy soap will last a long time even if it is used every day. It is not a big loss to buy one with two silver coins.
After all, Rurik is just a child. His physical strength is limited, and he can only move eight pieces with all his strength.
Rumia's situation is not much better. She is only a ten-year-old child, and her body is thinner than Rurik. After a period of training, she can now move seven pieces. is the limit.
Otto is completely different. Although he is old, he is still strong and energetic. He can easily move more than thirty pieces of soap wrapped in linen.
For a strong man who has lived on meat all his life, it is not a problem to carry a weight of 20 kilograms in future generations. The current weight of more than 30 pieces of soap is about this.
All the soap was moved to the small sled. Seeing his son panting, he couldn't help but worry: "Rurik, you are too weak. Just a little thing makes you tired? You must hurry up." "Grow up, understand?"
"I understand."
"Let's take your servants and follow me."
Oh. Tuo had already made an agreement with his guys. The three of them walked through the snow to the vicinity of their home, and then turned into a small empty space in a residential area.
Many people gathered under a large number of wooden houses with some snow on their roofs.
Those people had already gotten the news before Otto set out. No, more than fifty people gathered here. They generally wore black and brown fur coats. All the men were very stocky, as if they were fifty heads. black bear.
Seeing the leader return, they swarmed around him, full of questions about the baby.
"You all get out of the way!" Otto stretched out his right hand and shouted, "Don't bring chaos to me!"
As soon as he said this, they gave way one after another, and then In the chaos, they waited with expectant eyes for the leader to show off their treasures.
Otto was not in a hurry. He asked his son to open the linen covering the soap on the sled. Then he picked up a piece and pulled his son Liurik to him.
He proudly announced to his guys: "Brothers, now I have good news for you. My son Rurik, he received the inspiration for making soupa from Odin. The one in my hand It’s soupa, he can clean your beard, your hair, your clothes, and even your wife, and he can also wash away the mud in your navel and the parasites on your body.
Rurik has given his wisdom to the priests. Now, the priests can also get Odin's wisdom, and they can make more soupa.
It is really a blessing from Odin to our tribe. Ah! Now you only need to pay two silver coins, two of the best Roman silver coins, and you can get a piece in my hand.
It is a very huge piece, and each one can be used for a long time. Buy a piece and it will be enough for you to use until the next winter."
Otto's words were very tempting, and he saw what was coming.The quantity was large, so naturally they had to brag further, and made a more embellished statement in public: when the warrior passed away, he would be lying on the boat or buried in the ground, and the funerary items should include the sword and shield of the warrior, and there should also be a piece of it. Soap.
In this way, when the warrior's soul stands at the door of Valhalla, it washes itself with soap and goes to meet the Valkyrie in a spotless manner.
Of course these are beliefs about the afterlife, and they are still quite realistic. If you can really wash the skin and hair that are prone to itching and emitting dirty smells, paying two silver coins is completely acceptable.
"I have exactly fifty more bars of soap here. I hope there are fifty of you here. If anyone doesn't buy one today, don't worry, I will ask the priests to make more."
p>Because there are indeed more than 50 buyers who come here to enjoy it, it is destined that some people will not be able to enjoy it for the first time. Otto's explanation made them understand that buying soap from the leader would be a normal thing in the future.
People in the tribe have no idea of queuing up. Without a respected person like Otto to control the scene, the buying and selling scene would easily become very chaotic.
Otto embodies the power of a father. He asked his son Rurik to stand still and his task was to collect money. He ordered his son's servant Rumia to deliver soap to buyers.
He pointed at the person he was looking forward to, called out his name, and then handed over the money and delivered the goods.
Rurik held an empty linen bag with both hands. After a while, silver coins began to pile up inside, and the weight gradually increased.
The soap sold out quickly. It is a pity that there are still quite a few people who have not bought the soap.
More people just came to watch the excitement. When someone boasted that they had bought a soap that could clean everything, they screamed, how could they not attract people to watch.
Some people tried to use it on the spot, grabbing the snow everywhere in their hands and rubbing it in the soapy water. Their hands were soon covered with tiny soap bubbles. After grabbing a few more handfuls of snow, my palms were indeed clean, including the gaps between my fingernails that were suddenly spotless. This fact is the best proof.
Otto and Rurik sold out all the soap, and the proceeds went entirely into Rurik's linen pocket, which became heavy.
There are currently one hundred silver coins, and Rurik feels its weight intimately.
This is a big bag of silver! They are all silver coins of excellent quality! I'm afraid it's 99% silver and 1% associated with lead!
Rurik felt a little dazed for a moment, his heart was beating so fast that he could no longer stand still. Because, no matter in any era, he understands that gold and silver, two precious metals, are precious metals and inherently have monetary properties.
Just like that, after working hard for a few days, I made a lot of money from my clansmen. First, make money within the tribe, and then you must go to the so-called brother tribe to make money.
Not only that, look at the crazy smiling faces of the tribesmen, they have alreadyAfter pulling his father away with a smile on his face, just like usual, these old men who must have shared life and death during the war have now found a new common topic and must get together for a long talk.
It was difficult for Otto to escape from the hospitality, not to mention that this old guy liked to chat with a large group of "childhood friends" who were over fifty years old during the boring winter.
"Rurik, take the sled and money back to the priest. You know what to do next."
"Okay! I'll leave now. Dad, don't drink too much." It’s not easy for everyone to make wine!”
Rurik shouted as loud as he could, then stuffed the linen bag filled with silver coins into his leather coat and ordered the servant with a smile: “Rumia, let’s go. Let’s give twenty silver coins to the priest, and the rest is ours.”