After receiving Rurik's order, Klavasen immediately filled the stove with charcoal when he returned home.
He has decided that he will not rest until twenty glasses are taken out and heat-treated.
The sound of forging in the blacksmith shop disappeared, replaced by the faint sound of wind.
Klavasen asked his sleeping wife to help him operate the air bag blower, while he himself paid attention to the molten material in the crucible.
The night did not disturb his work at all. After the pressed cup was plasticized, he used tongs to take it out of the mold and set it aside to dry. All twenty cups have been made, and even if there are still raw materials left, Klavasen will not continue making them.
All the unburned charcoal blocks in the furnace were poured at the door, and Klavason added some more firewood. He made a smoldering charcoal fire and put all the new lead glass into it. All that was left was to wait. Klavasen sat outdoors with his elderly wife, talking about his son's marriage, the money he could earn in the future, and a lot...
Rosberg seemed to finally have Falling into silence is not the case.
The triumphant heroes were praised by their families, and because the penny conference was tomorrow, many people were so excited that they couldn't sleep at all.
The ones who couldn't sleep were the priests and Haro Zuosen who counted the coins personally.
Every time the tribute fleet returns, it takes time to prepare for the reasonable distribution of supplies, among which inventory of supplies is the top priority.
Harold Zuosen's inner excitement overcame his sleepiness. The number of coins he counted was unexpected.
"One hundred and thirty thousand silver coins, one thousand gold coins! So much money!" He knelt down directly in the priest's longhouse. There were boxes piled around him, which were full of gold and silver, as well as other items. A pile of worthless copper coins.
In fact, the so-called quiet night was very short-lived. When Klavasen pulled out the heat-treated glass from the burned ashes, Harold Zuosen really completed the counting of the spoils.
The "nightless night" is getting closer and closer, that day is the summer solstice.
In the territory of Roseburg, the nights are getting shorter every day.
The fishermen who followed the sunrise rowed their boats to the sea shortly after the sun rose. A few boats that fished at night also returned victoriously.
The people of Roseburg began a seemingly ordinary but actually exciting day.
After closing the stalls at the fish market in the morning, the young people who participated in the war flocked to the longhouse of the priests, waiting to receive their money.
Many of them forgot about their fatigue and stayed up all night, keeping them awake all night at the thought of holding on to huge wealth.
Their eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and the same was true of Harold Johnson after the count.
The air outside was cool and fresh. Harold Zosen, who had been looking for a rest for a long time, heard the noise outside. He walked out of the priest's longhouse and wanted to take a deep breath, when he saw his subordinates arriving one after another.
He stretched out his hands like the leader Otto and greeted: "Brothers, don't make noise here at the priest's place. Keep quiet, we will start sharing the money soon!"
Hallo Zuosen said this, and everyone became even more excited. It was noisy.
After all, this guy is not the real leader, so why bother listening to his instructions seriously. Getting money is the last word.
"I'm not the leader after all." Harozolson shrugged, went back into the longhouse, and met Priest Bona who was just taking a nap.
"Priest, the money delivered to you is there. There are two big boxes, 30,000 silver coins, a small amount of gold coins, and some gemstones and jewelry. I will distribute the remaining money immediately. You don't have it." Opinions?"
How can Poona have any opinions? The thought of her huge wealth made her smile from ear to ear.
She tried to calm down and said: "We are very satisfied with your gift. Next, we will distribute the trophies to the warriors. We should participate in this matter."
"This...maybe not necessary "Excuse me."
"No." Poona waved her hand and objected, "The high priest is old, and I will be responsible for many rituals now. I think it should be done now." We will distribute the money to every warrior personally."
"Is it really necessary?" Haro Zuosen asked in confusion.
"It's very necessary." Poona put her hands on her waist and said as if it was natural: "Don't forget who prayed for your victory. It's ours! With such a great victory, we still need to Thank you for God's grace."
Hallozossen thought about it right. He couldn't help but yawned to prove his fatigue, so he compromised with the priests and even told them how to distribute the coins.
Is it really necessary for the priests to distribute money?
Bah! But Bona had never seen so much gold and silver, and she could not wait to hold every silver coin in her hands. Even though the priests now have a public wealth of more than 30,000 silver coins.
What a huge fortune! Its ownership belonged to the entire priesthood, and specifically, the right to use the wealth was in the hands of the high priest.
How many more years can Villa live? Bona felt that the old man only had two or three years to live, or even more pessimistically, he might die in the next winter.
By then, Bona will officially take over, and a new era will begin.
Even though she has not succeeded yet, Bo Na's mentality has changed dramatically overnight.
Not only has her mentality changed, but the work that she should have continued to do today has also been suspended. Why? The purpose of boiling oil and making soap is to make money, but now that the priest controls 30,000 silver coins, why do he still work? It is enough for everyone as long as they enjoy their life with dignity and preside over the ceremony during festivals.
Bona can’t wait to show her presence to the victorious warriors!
She called to the lower-level priests who had already obeyed her orders: "Let's go, help them.Moving boxes. We give money to the warriors! In the name of Valhalla! ”
Bona deliberately said some advanced words to highlight her identity, but this time, her self-confidence was so high that she actually took away the antlered helmet worthy of a real high priest.
p>In the chief priest's house, she held the antlered helmet that had been passed down for countless generations in her hands and muttered proudly: "Now, you finally belong to me. The high priest, Bona, is someone who even the leader must respect. ”
After muttering, she put the helmet on her head, as if she had replaced Vilia.
Seeing this, a man who still had reason in his mind, There were also principled lower-level priests who hurried over and said cautiously: "Bona, is it too early for you to do this? Our high priest..."
"Any questions? It’s just a little early! Parla, you can call me High Priest now. "
"No...it's too early. "The young priestess Parla shook her head.
"Are you questioning me? "
"You..." Palla saw the threat in Pona's eyes. She was indeed very disgusted with Pona's transgression this morning. Considering that Pona's succession was a certainty, Palla had no choice but to He lowered his head and called out in a low voice, "Yes, High Priest. ”
All the young priestesses are working together to carry the heavy money box. Parla’s long golden braids are coiled on her head, like a beautiful patterned necklace.
This Parla is by no means a beautiful woman. She has a square chin and her muscle texture can be seen in her rolled-up sleeves. She is really a strong woman
The long-term oil work has made her. She had developed very good arm muscles, and it was no problem to carry the money box.
She and her companions struggled to carry the box, but Bona herself was wearing a deerskin helmet and antlers. The huge shawl looks like a high priest.
Obviously, Bona is already playing a new role.
No, Bona pulled back the skin of the priest's longhouse. Curtain, facing the many warriors gathered in such a posture
The high priest actually appeared, her image took on a new look!
Aric had actually arrived a long time ago, and he had experienced a battle with himself. The brothers in the formation mingled together, and everyone gathered here to have a good time.
There was a small linen bag hidden in the leather coat that Arik was wearing, and stuffed inside was the glass given to him by his younger brother. After receiving this treasure from his younger brother, Arick still felt a little guilty.
At the venue where the trophies were distributed, Arick's main purpose was to receive at least twenty pounds of silver for himself. He also specially brought four linen bags to hold the coins.
Secondly, he wanted to display the glass in public to help his brother do some publicity.
He was originally thinking about getting money. Quickly, unexpectedly, the high priest changed his mind.
Arik left the speechless crowd and asked first: "You are Bo.Na! How do you put on the high priest's antlered helmet? Could it be that our high priest is... dead? "
"No! Watch your tone, young man! The high priest is still resting, so I will take care of today's affairs. "As she spoke, Poona revealed with great confidence, and continued to face her fellow tribesmen with her chin raised.
She acted in a completely ritualistic manner, stretching her arms with all her strength, and bathing her whole body. In the golden sunshine of the morning, she just wanted to have a holy posture and wear the ancestral antlered helmet that everyone considered sacred. Although there was no real successor, she was officially fulfilling the role of high priest. Work!
Arik shook his head: “No! Since you are not the high priest, please take off your helmet. "
"Is this necessary? "Bona still stretched her chin, her eyes were aimed at Arik, this gesture clearly showed contempt.
"No! You are not qualified! "Arik gripped the hilt of his sword and walked over at a brisk pace.
As a man who has made great achievements, Arik is now extremely confident! He boasts that he has a greater responsibility because of this, which is to help His uncle, who was like a biological father, and his cute and capable cousin maintained the order that the tribe should have.
He stepped forward and menacingly tried to take off Niya's helmet, but this move was criticized. Hallo Johnson stopped.
“Uncle? Why? You stop me! "
"Calm down! young people. "Hallo Zuosen said harshly.
"But, she is not the high priest! "
"She will be the high priest sooner or later. I know what you are struggling with. Is it necessary? Harold Johnson continued to criticize. ”
“Of course it is necessary. "Aric did his part and still wanted to take off Pona's helmet.
Pona was also startled by the young man's impulsiveness. Then she saw that the young man had been holding the hilt of the sword and subconsciously turned back. Three steps.
At this scene, Parla, who was still carrying the box, looked at Anshuang, and she secretly snickered.
Hallo Zuosen just hoped that the money would be divided as soon as possible. He could take his own wealth, go home and have a good rest under the care of the two maids.
He continued to grab Arik's arm, pulled him to his side, and warned sternly. : “Don’t be impulsive, young man! They are Odin's servants and you must respect them. Listen, today they are responsible for distributing the money, you just need to get the money. "
"However, Vilia did not die. "Arik continued to emphasize.
"The old man's life is almost over. Have you forgotten that her body was like a dead branch during the Spring Festival? The high priest now needs to have a good rest every day. Although she may be in her sleep, her soul is summoned by Valhalla. ”
“Is the high priest really dying? "Arik asked in astonishment.
"What do you think? Now be polite to Bona. ”
“Actually, my request is very simple. "As long as she takes off her helmet, everything will be easy to say," Arik said. "
"No, I'm afraid she won't do this. Don't do anything drastic again. Note, this is the door to the longhouse of the priests!"
Aric said to the gods Naturally with a sense of awe, he shook his head and stopped talking nonsense, and his arms relaxed.
Aric did not apologize or express anything. He withdrew, hoping that his uncle would resolve these matters upon his return.
The antlered helmet was originally a symbol of priestly authority, but now it is even more different! Because the high priest has the right to control the public property of the priests. In the past, those so-called properties were daily necessities that could be consumed quickly, but now it is very different.
More than 30,000 silver coins! Bona loves money, but now she just wants to take it as her own immediately. If he serves as the high priest now, the wealth will naturally fall into his hands.
The antlered helmet has become a proof of the owner of huge wealth!
I don’t know what Harold Johnson said to Arik. Bona was glad that Arik returned to the team. Maybe the brat has accepted the reality?
The heavy box was finally placed on the ground. Pona replaced Harold Johnson and continued to walk towards the crowd with open arms.
She suddenly stopped and announced in public the wealth that everyone could share.
"The war leader Harold Zuosen received two thousand silver coins. The second war leader Arik." At this point, Pona inadvertently knocked, "It is also two thousand silver coins. Everyone else participated in the operation. People, living and dead, all have two hundred and twenty silver coins..."
The distribution method of silver coins, gold coins and copper coins has actually been discussed by everyone long ago, so Pona's The move may be a bit unnecessary.
Precisely because Arik had made plans long ago, including commanding operations and performing meritorious deeds, he gained ten times the wealth of others. This is also recognized by everyone. Because everyone worships heroes and supports them to get more treasures.
Everyone can tell who is involved in the action. Furthermore, the white cloth strips tied to the arms during the night attack also came in handy now. The family members of those who died in the battle also received cloths and learned that the bodies of their relatives who died in the battle were taken to an island for burial. The dead did not return to the cemetery at Fort Ross, and Tombstone Island would become another stronghold of the Ross people, much to the relief of the families of the war dead.
Bona is going to overstep her bounds!
Although the antlered helmet was heavy, she didn't care at all.
A weighing wooden scale was taken out. The priests usually used it to weigh the priests' tributes. Now it is perfect to use it to weigh the coins.
The young priestess quickly made a platform with stones and wooden boards on the flat ground, and the wooden scale was placed on it.
In fact, the so-called two thousand silver coins are actually the so-called "twenty pounds of silver." After all, the silver coins in this space-time are not perfectly regular circles, so when using them, weighing them is the last word. When it is only used for a small amount, the merchant will give an estimate of its quality by looking at its appearance.Conclusion, and then re-estimate the value.
Bona continued to face everyone, shouting at the top of her voice to order people who saw a large number of coins to stay calm, and also called on the onlookers to shut up. : "Now you are ready, you'd better line up for me! Those who have received the money immediately step aside and are prohibited from trying to collect it again."
As she said this, Poona deliberately pointed her finger at the sky. Sun: "Attention, your actions are watched by the gods of Valhalla. Any wrong move will cause your soul to be abandoned by Odin. Remember! You are not allowed to deceive the priests. You are not allowed to deceive the gods!"
Bo Na is actually afraid of people pretending to claim the title. Today she put on the antlered helmet presumptuously, which is indeed a bit guilty. If another incident of claiming the title falsely occurs, it will be a mess.
In the past, because of the prestige and charisma of Villa and Otto, when the spoils were distributed, no one claimed them falsely or repeatedly.
Bo Na had to emphasize that she was also trying to cheer herself up.
In full view of everyone, she placed a carved stone weighing two pounds into a bronze tray suspended from a wooden balance.
It must be said that the weight measuring tools of the Russians were all introduced from ancient Greece along with the ancient trade lines.
She measured the total of twenty pounds of silver coins ten times, and counted an additional ten gold coins. This is the spoils of war belonging to the combat commander!
Not surprisingly, Harold Johnson became a coin recipient.
Next is Arik.