Arik and his guys walked some distance, and soon they were carrying these specially processed leathers, or "quilts".
Rurik, the son of the leader, used the money he earned to build a number of new types of housing. This fact is well known to everyone in the tribe.
After returning, Arik had gone to the dormitory prepared by his brother for the servants many times. Of course, he also subconsciously felt that living on a wooden platform had a strange feeling like cutting fish and meat on a chopping board.
As for the other people carrying quilts, this was their first time participating. I can't say it was an eye-opener. It was different from previous accommodations, and they could really feel it.
"Put your things here." Rurik told the tribesmen with a slightly commanding tone. He especially told his brother: "Brother, spread a quilt flatly on the platform. "Okay." Arik finished quickly, "What then?"
"Put on the second piece."
"Okay. "Okay."
Aric originally thought that he could just spread it out casually, but Rurik asked him to spread it out like a bag. It was just a move, and everyone could tell that this was a sleeping shack placed on a wooden platform.
"That's it? Are you satisfied?" Arik asked.
"Very good."
After that, Rurik flicked his neck and ordered: "Rumia, take off your boots and climb into this bag for me."< /p>
"Yes..." The girl hesitated.
She quickly kicked off her slightly rough leather boots, sat sideways on the so-called real bed, and got under the quilt in full view of everyone.
Suddenly, a floating feeling spread throughout the body.
"What do you think?" Rurik asked.
At this moment, Rumia had a smile on her face: "It's very comfortable. It's really flat underneath me. I can actually lie down relaxedly, and it feels like lying on flat grass. No!" It’s so warm!”
“Of course, you are wrapped in leather and linen. Come down now”
A decent bed is given to Rumia. It was indeed a new experience. She lay down with some reluctance and put on her shoes again.
Rurik looked up at his brother proudly: "You see, my servants will not lie. I will have many servants in the future, and they will live here."
Ali Ke suddenly interrupted his brother: "Comfortable? How can it be so comfortable?"
"Oh? Why don't you try it?"
"I wish for it."
After saying that, Arik also took off his boots and got into the quilt. It has to be said that because Rurik deliberately purchased leather with a larger surface area, it can cover a larger area. Arik also experienced the relaxing feeling of lying flat, which was completely different from sleeping in a sleeping pit on the ground.
"Ah! It's so comfortable and warm."
Arik is still the "Second War Chief". After the big leader Otto announced that this temporary position was cancelled,Before, Arik was still the "military general" of the tribe, so he naturally had appeal.
Seeing the heroic Arik's high praise, the men carrying the quilts simply tried it one after another.
The quilts were all prepared for the servants. Rurik saw that his tribesmen were trying to lie down on the wooden bed wrapped in cups. He wished that his tribesmen would do this.
After his first attempt at happiness, Arik suddenly realized something. Sleeping on a wooden platform is like fish on a chopping board?
Bah! It's obviously a very comfortable experience.
The sun gradually sets in the west, and the soft afternoon light shines through the wooden windows of the servants' quarters, giving the people inside a drowsy feeling.
The hunger in Arik's stomach forced him to suspend his current comfortable experience. He sat on the bed completely instinctively and looked at his brother: "Rurik, I am really yours! You have more. "How do you feel about it?"
"There are many more ways to enjoy it." Rurik pinched his chin: "How do you feel?"
"I feel very comfortable." I already know what to do. I want to ask a carpenter to make two flat wooden tables. Rurik, you can give me at least four quilts like this. I know you have made many custom orders from those women, so you should be able to accept them." /p>
"You are really my good brother." Rurik pouted his mouth, making a deliberately displeased expression.
Rurik was not angry. He originally hoped that the tribesmen would give up the so-called traditional custom of sleeping on the ground and enter the beautiful era of all people sleeping on wooden beds as soon as possible. This requires some role models who are worthy of everyone's trust, and Arik may be a competent role model.
"Are you angry?"
"No, I'm not. It's totally fine to give you four, but you have to tell me, why do you want so many?"
"My stupid brother!" Arik, who was sitting on the bed, smiled and stretched out his right hand, gently pressing his fingers against his brother's forehead: "My uncle and your sister (actually sister-in-law) are coming back soon. . You know, I feel great! I will sleep on the wooden bed. I know why my Peravina said sleeping on the wooden board is really comfortable. The Germans are pretty good at it."
"So, what are you going to do?" Arik asked.
"I'm going to find a carpenter right now. Brother, you have given too many gifts to your servants, but don't forget your own home. Your mother should also enjoy it."
"How could I forget?" Rurik pointed with his little hand: "Don't forget, what is being built there is my new home. I hope the new house will be completed when dad comes back."
Arik nodded deeply: "Even this year, my uncle's return is destined to be much later. Ah! I will be a father soon. Everything is wonderful."
Arik took his people He left here, and Rurik ordered those who helped look after the house to keep a close eye on all the new quilts.
Two brothersWent home together. This night, they still slept on the floor, but they also wrapped themselves in new quilts and fell asleep.
Early in the morning, life is as usual.
Before his uncle, his wife, and other clan members came back, Arik took his former home and lived with his aunt and cousin.
After Arik woke up, he couldn't wait to find some skilled shipbuilders in the tribe.
Artisans are easy to find because their homes are always located near the sea.
Due to the influx of large amounts of currency into Fort Ross, the tribe's shipbuilding industry was also strongly stimulated.
The young people who have enjoyed the dividends of the war, holding on to the money in their hands, can finally realize their childhood dream of owning their own ship.
There were constant clanging sounds in those shipyards. A large amount of wood was transported to the beach, and some areas seemed to have become open-air shipyards.
They are willing to pay thirty to sixty silver coins to order a small fishing boat of their own. With his own boat, even if he does not participate in war operations in the future, he can still operate his own boat to fish at sea and settle down.
Even this boat became his coffin at the end of his life.
The shipbuilding industry has begun to prosper. What is even more prosperous is that every day there are small boats of foreign merchants, either alone or in small fleets of three or five, carrying all kinds of things. The goods arrived at Roseburg and were dumped on site.
Because businessmen are also following a myth about wealth, that is, the Russians have suddenly become rich, and as long as they bring useful things over, they can make high profits.
Arik found the shipbuilder early in the morning, paid a small sum of money, and asked the shipbuilder to piece together a wooden platform. He gestured hard and supervised at all times, and in the afternoon, the two wooden beds were completed.
He held his chin and savored his wooden bed, and used his imagination to piece it together to form a large bed so that he and his wife could sleep on it.
You don’t need a high-end bedding, but simply laying it on animal skins will provide you with a flat and warm experience.
Look at the open space under the wooden bed, where things can be naturally stored.
He called to his bloody fighting men and carried the wooden bed back to his temporarily deserted home.
"Great. That's it." Arik looked at his wooden bed with a confident face. When the two were put together, it looked so huge.
"Brother, do you and your wife sleep up here?" a guy asked curiously.
"Yes, Ezov, I advise you to learn from me. Don't sleep on the ground again!"
"If you don't sleep on the ground, sleep on the wooden board?"< /p>
"Yes." Arik's eyes were full of hope: "In the future, our big leader will sleep on the wooden board, and so will the big leader's children. The leader will set an example, and we must all follow it. The leader’s request.”
“Oh, since the leader likes it, of course we must comply.”At this statement, others nodded one after another.
In an instant, Arik developed ten people. The ten young tribesmen immediately ran to the beach to look for the shipbuilders at work. They took the money they had prepared, eager to get their wooden beds as soon as possible.
Things were destined to go beyond Rurik’s imagination. As the news spread, it gradually became that the leader Otto ordered the tribesmen to sleep on wooden boards supported by four wooden stakes.
For now, Rurik is not concerned about whether the tribe’s “wooden bed revolution” can really be successfully completed in a short time.
It’s still the same day.
In the afternoon, Rurik ate nothing more than fish and did not play with his young subordinates.
He went straight to the longhouse of the priests alone, and after many days, he found the priestess Parla who had been completely reduced to doing nothing.
In fact, most of the priestesses became addicted to pleasure because of the huge sum of money. They ate barbecue and drank ale from their own glasses.
As for the approaching summer solstice priests, they were all looking at the face of "High Priest" Bona.
It’s just a sacrifice, just go through the motions as usual.
The longhouse of the priests is a forbidden area for most tribesmen. In fact, if you force your way into the longhouse of the priests, no one will block you. The priests made up a curse that "if you break in, you will be punished by God", which is really scary. The De people did not dare to run around.
But what about the inside of the priest’s longhouse now? Things have really gotten a bit messy.
Rurik pushed open the leather curtain and entered the hall of the priest's longhouse.
In the past, this place must have been a scene where a group of priestesses were boiling oil.
Due to the poor ventilation system, the interior of the longhouse is always filled with the smell of burnt fat and even the smoky smell of charcoal fires.
The priestess who boiled the oil disappeared, and the hall became deserted. However, the intoxicating aroma filled the air, and Rurik immediately realized that someone must be drinking from a large bowl!
"Where are you? Pona? Where are you? Are you drinking?"
Rurik's call did not call Pona, but it succeeded in bringing Pona who was very clear-headed. Erla called out.
Specifically, the priestess who was about to be taken away by him walked out of the priests' living room, her face looking a little apologetic.
"Rurik, don't call Bona." She said as she walked.
Rurik then went up to him: "What's wrong? Is it possible that the woman was drunk?"
Palla shrugged: "You are really right. "
"Come on, show me."
The so-called living room of the priestess is just a larger compartment. Even the priests follow the tradition of laying bunks on the floor, but their sleeping quarters are arranged quite neatly.
The closer you get to this compartment, the more the aroma of wine overflows.
Eight oil lamps were lit on the dark wooden walls of the compartment, and under the lights was a group of corrupt people. They were lying crookedly, with some liquid in the glass next to them., undoubtedly it is wine.
The source of corruption lies in a pottery urn in the center of the room. Through the smell, Rurik realized that it was a jar of wine.
He walked over and pulled out the big wooden stopper on the pottery urn with both hands. This move shocked Parla.
"Rurik, you want to drink?"
"What? I can't?" Rurik turned around and asked.
"It's not impossible. It's just this wine, it...it's different."
Palla's expression was cautious. The more this happened, the more Rurik wanted to try it. Ichiban.
He asked: "Is there anything strange in the wine? It seems that you didn't drink it."
"I don't dare to drink this kind of wine. I always feel that there is something strange about it. The spicy feeling of onions. Oh, that's really weird." Parla kept shaking her head to show her displeasure.
"Is it still strong alcohol?"
Rurik looked at the sleepy priestesses lying in the sleeping nest, and then he put his arm into the pottery urn. Erla wouldn't say anything.
Rurik rolled up his sleeves and mixed his little hands in the urn. He took out his arm and stuck out his tongue to lick it carefully.
Suddenly, a spicy feeling hit the tip of the tongue.
It was so incredibly exciting that Rurik exclaimed: "Is it strong alcohol? Parla, where did you get this?"
"That's it. Those foreign businessmen. Look at them. They started drinking yesterday and now they are like this."
"You are really hungover... It will be the summer solstice ceremony soon, and the priests are like this. "
Rurik was speechless, but what could be done?
He licked his fingers again, savoring the spiciness, and then decided that his judgment of "strong liquor" was too arbitrary.
The alcohol content in the pottery vat is definitely high, probably at the level of 13° for ordinary dry red wine, which is far from the blended vodka and Erguotou.
He estimated that this was the highest ability of the southern allies in making wine. Such a strength was enough to turn anyone who drank too much into a puddle of mud.
Perhaps for the priests, they especially like this dazed feeling, as if the spiritual power has left the body and becomes ecstatic.
Rurik put the cork on again, shook his hand vigorously, and muttered casually: "Just drink! Drink as hard as you can, or you will die of alcohol poisoning."
Actually, Rurik would like to see priests like Yu Bona become idlers. If they continue to rot like this, they may not have greater ambitions.
Rurik cheered up and asked Parla: "You just don't like drinking? In fact, I think this wine tastes very good."
"They won't give it to me. Drink. I actually don't care." As he said this, there was regret on Parla's face.
Rurik knelt down and rubbed his hands with the leather that was readily available: "Can youDon't imitate them and don't drink. Since they exclude you, don't sleep here again. I agreed that you would make soap for me, and I think the time has come. You can just pack up and follow me now. ”
“Okay. Anyway, I have no nostalgia for this place anymore. Let these stupid women drink every day and become useless. ”
Because of the hangover of a group of priestesses, Parla could criticize these guys without any scruples by flicking her brown braids.
She did not hesitate to pack up her so-called bedding, which was two pieces of leather and a folded linen ball for the pillow. The linen ball was stretched into a strip, and Parla used it as a cloth rope to tie her leather. After all the bedding was put up, it was tied tightly.
She carried the bedding on her shoulder with her right arm, and picked up a small linen bag containing a small number of daily necessities.
That's it. As soon as she revealed all the belongings of the priestess, she could only describe it in one word - shabby
Suddenly, a key question aroused Parla's concern: "Rurik, I'm leaving with you, you have to pay. I offer a reasonable accommodation. "
"Oh, I have prepared a good place for you. Rurik asked deliberately: "You should know that I sent people to build some special houses." ”
“Yes, I know. It is said that you were inspired by the women of Novgorod? ”
“Yes, now you will be the first resident of the new house. Don't worry, my servants will be here soon, they will be a group of little girls. I hope you can educate them some things by then, plus you will make soap for me, you will do a lot for me, and I will always give you enough money back. Don't worry, I won't treat you badly. "
"Oh, I trust you very much, Rurik. "Parla said.
"Then let's go and get out of this rotten room. I want to visit Grandma Vilia first, and then I have to solve your accommodation problem first. ”