A contract worth one hundred pounds of silver was signed, but Rurik was not complacent just because the general was richer.
Rurik was sure that what he did must have angered Bona.
What about that? Anyway, that Bona is just not lovable.
If a leader can still be influenced by the decision of the tribe's high priest, how can things become like this?
Priests should not have greater ambitions at any time. They must obey the leader's decision.
What’s more, when they start pursuing the greater good, they lose their piety. Such people are so depraved that they should not continue to serve as priests. In this case, what is the meaning of the existence of priests?
After what happened today, Rurik finally understood Bona. Call her ambitious, she really has her own advanced ideas. Call her stupid, but she is really stupid.
Who can serve as high priest during his reign in the future? At least Bona herself was in no way qualified.
Rurik doesn’t want to think about such a long-term matter for the time being.
A very difficult thing was before me. The priests did not suspend the production of soap, but suspended it indefinitely.
It seems that now the only option is to start anew.
How about Parla?
This priestess who specializes in soap making was pushed out by Bona. Is she reliable?
Even if it was soap, nothing concerned him more than glass.
Rurik frequently went to Klavassen’s blacksmith shop in the afternoons to supervise him in making new glassware to make money, and also followed him in making steel swords.
He also estimated the days. According to usual practice, the fleet led by his father would be returning soon.
This year’s situation must be special. They want to build New Roseburg at the location of "St. Petersburg", and there is also the matter of a large number of tribal young people getting married. Combining many things together, is it possible that their return time will be close to the summer solstice?
Now, it is late May, and there is still no clear news from my father.
The life of Roseburg residents has become more and more lively. In recent days, more and more small traders have rowed their boats from the south and docked in the fjord of Roseburg.
In fact, according to the normal port management system, the Ross tribe has the right to collect an entry tariff for all foreign trade ships that dock. This tax is not only a maintenance fee for the port, but also an important source of tax revenue for a country.
The Ross tribe is still a tribe, so no one has thought that the tribe can charge a sum of money from outsiders. The so-called "tribe protects foreigners and asks for benefits." After a long-term tacit understanding, some businessmen were happy to put their wealth in the Rus tribe, so that under the protection of the powerful Rus people, they did not have to worry about their wealth being plundered by the enemy.
After all, Rossburg is located in a fjord. This place is naturally easy to defend and difficult to attack, unlike Mera.The forest beside the big lake where the Lun tribe lives. The rich people there had to build some wooden walls to prevent sudden attacks by bandits.
In addition, the big leader Otto is indeed a wise man. Under his governance, the Ross tribe rarely commits theft, and vicious crimes are even non-existent. Because once those thieves are caught, the result will be death. Otto inherited the tradition from his ancestors, and everyone supported such severe punishment.
On the issue of avoiding crime, Otto tried his best to restrain his own people and treated the guests equally.
The Ross people follow the principle of an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. They only impose capital punishment on criminals for thefts and robberies that occur in Rossburg.
Look at how prosperous the port is now. Every time Rurik sees it, he has the urge to transform it and make it more like an excellent port.
But before that, the Ross tribe’s tribal civilization must take the lead in making changes.
For example, strengthening the power of the leader.
In the past, the tribe was a rear leader who was not much more advanced than ordinary people. Everyone did things through consultation. Including the priests, they are a small group of people who do not have much authority.
The tribe is indeed undergoing drastic social changes now. Those with high physical fitness have more and more say in the tribe, and now they have completely changed the tribe's dividend system. This makes a family lose its main labor force, and it is unable to get a share of tribal wars and trade dividends.
“I must use my own power to change all this. I must become a true king and make the richest and poorest people obey my rule. First, I must use the power of capital to further win over people’s hearts. ."
In just five days since signing the contract with those foreign merchants, Klavasen successfully produced all the glassware needed by the merchants.
The merchants also happily handed over the payment for the goods. After that, they formed a small fleet, hired a small group of fishermen from the Ross tribe who wanted to make extra money, and rowed straight to the south.
An order for glassware worth up to one hundred pounds of silver coins, Rurik proudly submitted it to Klavason.
Continue production? certainly!
Compared with the former, the workload of completing the new contract is obviously not very high, and the profit is really amazing.
This was actually an order from the priests. For a moment, Klavason felt only shocked. After he learned the inside story, Klavason also had some worries about the future.
After all, money is money. Who would think that they have too much progress?
It took another four days for the glassware ordered by the priests to be completely ready.
In the Julian calendar, May 31st is also the last day of May in this calendar.
The weather today is not good, it is rainy and drizzle.
With such bad weather, the intricate roads in Roseburg became muddy, and the ships in the port also stopped.They stopped at the shore. There were only a few boats on the hazy sea continuing to fish despite the rain. Under such circumstances, the fish market was really depressed today.
Such weather is a small relief for Rurik.
Because those boys could eat at least two pounds of fish every day on a sunny day. With a large amount of protein intake and military training every morning, their bodies became more and more mature, and their collision and fighting training became more and more violent.
Only today, the training has been completely cancelled, and the free fish arrangement has also been canceled due to the temporary closure of the fish market. Most of the tribesmen were hiding in their homes to avoid the rain, gnawing dried meat and lighting indoor bonfires to dispel the coldness and dampness.
In the morning, Rurik looked at the silver coins he had piled into two wooden boxes. He was satisfied.
"It's raining, you still want to go out? Maybe you can wait a little longer." Mother Niya suggested.
"I have to go out, mother. That's a hundred pounds of silver coins, I have to go." After that, Rurik looked at Lumia and said: "You don't have to go grazing in rainy weather. You Come with me to the blacksmith's house first. Follow me now."
Without an umbrella or a raincoat, Rumia held up a larger piece of thin sheepskin to cover herself from the rain. It even covers the owner.
Rurik clung to Rumia’s body, and the two leaned on each other and walked in the mud.
After a little trouble, the two of them successfully arrived at Clavassen.
Only in the blacksmith shop, the temperature from the continuously burning fire dispelled the coldness.
"I have been waiting for you for a while. My child. You are so determined! I was afraid that if I slipped, the precious glass would be broken."
Waiting for a long time Klavasen's words clearly revealed concern.
Rurik shrugged: "It doesn't matter if it rains a little. Let's take the things and the money. I hope you and I will divide the money today."
"Then let's go. Hey, more money."
Klavasen walked into the inner room and threw out a smooth gray-white leather bag.
"Rurik, give you a leather coat to protect you from the rain."
"Raincoat?" Rurik stroked the leather in his hand: "Is it a sheepskin?"
"Two pieces of sheepskin sewn together, just to keep out the rain. Enough for you and your servants," Clavarson added.
"Oh, thank you. What about you?"
"You don't have to worry about me. I will bring all the glassware, and you and Rumia don't need to take anything. . It’s just that when I get to the priest, it’s not convenient for me to enter in person. What happens after that is entirely up to you." Rurik thought about it, and that was indeed the case. The longhouse of the priests is called a sacred place, and only senior members of the tribe and servants trusted by senior members are eligible to enter.
In everyone’s opinion, the status of craftsmen is indeed not high-level.
The air suddenly became cold, and Klavason held a wooden box in his arms,All the glassware is neatly stacked inside. When Clavarson arrived at the door of the longhouse, he was covered in water.
Next, Rurik and Rumia carried the wooden box reasonably and carried it into the longhouse.
Originally, idlers would not enter the solemn longhouse of the priests. The arrival of the two people immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the room.
The idle priestesses who had already received the news swarmed over in an instant. They excluded the equally curious Bona, just to see the true appearance of the beautiful glassware.
Soon, the glass vessels given to ordinary priests were distributed.
Bona was of course dissatisfied with Rurik's money-sucking behavior. Even though many days had passed, she still could not let go of her dissatisfaction.
The dramatic thing is that when this wrinkled blonde woman got her own glassware, her dissatisfaction immediately disappeared.
Finally, the small box buried at the bottom of the big box aroused Pona's strong interest.
"Rurik, what treasure is in your little box?" she asked.
"Of course it is a treasure given to the high priest." Rurik said proudly.
"Then...can you let me take a look first?"
"You?"
Rurik's eyes revealed suspicion.
Bona quickly said: "I just want to take a look."
"Okay." Rurik held the box with both hands and suddenly asked: "Today, Vilia Grandma's condition should be better, right?"
"It should be better. I gave her some onion stew and her condition is much better."
"Is it you?" Rurik smiled contemptuously: "You still love her?"
"Of course."
Hearing this, Rurik estimated that Vilia was indeed ill before. . After all, he was an old man of an astonishing age, and it was very likely that he died of an illness. Rurik was afraid that Villya's body, which was about to be unable to support itself, would suddenly collapse.
Rurik was also relieved to learn that her mental state had improved. Even Rurik still didn't think that Bona really loved Grandma Vilia as he claimed. Perhaps she only loved the priestly power she could inherit from Vilia.
Rurik opened the box, which immediately caused Bona to exclaim.
Just because the two pieces of glassware in this small box are so exquisite!
They are not lead glass, but potash-lime glass, with a little rust added experimentally, giving the entire glassware a light yellow-green color.
This situation gave Klavasen a great inspiration. If a ruby is added to the molten glass, will the entire glass become red or another color?
He found it very magical, and this act of throwing messy ores into crucibles to melt them formed the so-called alchemy. It is precisely based on various smelting experiments that it is unreliable to expect to make gold, but it can be done.Come up with other weird stuff.
Since Klavasen had already learned about "atomic theory" from Rurik across the ages, after his horizons were opened, the old guy's thoughts became more active.
Adding strange things to the molten glass was his creative use.
Klavasen did not experience failure at all! Within a few days, he at least learned that by adding dark red rust and green patina, the final glass would have different colors. He really wanted to put a ruby in it and melt it, but he couldn't bear to part with the treasure.
Although the glassware was sold through Rurik's hands, the income was a magical huge profit. Clavarson still didn't want to sacrifice his rubies for huge profits, or in other words, because of the huge profits from glassware, the price he had set for the few natural rubies he had in the past was too low.
Natural gemstones must be priced higher!
Klavasen has mastered the basic principles of making colored glass, and he has even found the right coloring material, which makes the glassware obviously have other buying points, and he is even more keenly aware that as long as Properly tinted, small pieces of glass can imitate gemstones.
Not only that, making more complex shapes for glassware is also a good way to make a lot of money.
After all, people who have money to buy glassware are either nouveau riche or wealthy people who already have huge wealth. A big businessman like Gould no longer cares about the crazy prices of goods. He urgently needs the uniqueness and beauty of goods to demonstrate his noble status and wealth.
After Rurik's description, and using his skill in making bronzes and his imagination, Klavasen made a glass pot with a long neck and a long mouth. A glass tube is connected to the lower end of the pot. This glass tube is like a swan's neck, and the water outlet is slightly bent downward.
There are also two seemingly ordinary drinking glasses, with glass ears installed by Klavasen. Because of its strong plasticity, the cup wall is also carved with some patterns.
Clavason began to use gravity more frequently. No, he made special tongs to clamp the middle part of the glass. It was so thick that it quickly deformed due to gravity. The sticky and hot bottom kept falling, forming a tight waist. The falling viscous liquid glass came into contact with an iron plate that was polished very flat, forming a flat spot.
Klavason produced two in a row, and despite their obvious experimental nature, he was still successful.
These two "goblets" with thick legs and light yellow color are also gifts to the high priest.
The three special glass vessels all have a light yellow color, and their soft and hard touch. When faced with his masterpiece, Klavasen couldn’t help but sigh that they looked like they were carved from huge amber. baby.