Chapter 170 The Contract between Rurik and Parla

Things were beyond Parla's expectation.

After meeting with the real high priest Vilia, Rurik led Parla to the so-called servants' quarters.

Now, some platforms for holding oil lamps have been installed in the huge dormitory, and some decoration has been done inside.

All the windows were propped up, the soft sunset shone in the house, and a feeling of laziness hit Parla's head.

But seeing the scene in front of her clearly, there was another strong sense of neatness and beauty, which gave this woman another shock.

She threw down the animal skin bedding she was carrying and asked in surprise: "Rurik, you...you have prepared the bedding? Are you going to let me sleep on the wooden board? Oh, I I know some rumors, you call this a wooden bed."

"It seems you understand it."

"I really saw it today."

All the wooden beds are arranged neatly, with gray-white leather-lined mattresses spread flatly, and leather-lined quilts on them, which are almost folded into tofu blocks.

Although it is still a little far from what Rurik thinks is truly tidy, at first glance, who can say that this room is not tidy.

Parla, who was used to a somewhat messy accommodation environment, had no idea that Rurik would be so kind to him.

"You can just find a bed to stay in. Don't worry, although it's a bit empty and deserted here, you will never feel cold."

"I'm not afraid of being alone, but I know how to do it. Rurik shook his head: "A house is always for living. If you think it will be messed up, then clean it diligently." Just like a puddle of mud, you and I don't want this. Just stay here and choose a bed now."

Palla nodded.

She tried further and simply got into the so-called "sleeping bag", feeling the comfort and warmth brought by the upper and lower layers of leather and linen, and the absolute flatness made Palla subconsciously tense up. Straighten your body, raise your arms above your head to stretch your tendons, then relax and feel extremely comfortable and relaxed.

After experiencing it, Parla had a completely happy expression like Arik.

Of course it feels comfortable to sleep on a decent bed.

For the time being, Rurik is still sleeping in the sleeping nest of the old house. Since this body is still young, he is curled up like an orange cat sleeping in a leather velvet hat. Comfortable and warm.

But I have to sleep on a real bed after all. When can it be realized? It may only take half a month for the customized new home to be built.

Before moving into the new home, Parla had already moved into the "servants' quarters". It was time to start soap making again after being interrupted for half a month.

Today's Parla is not only a priestess who knows most of the prayers, she has also become a soap worker for most of the previous six months.

This female worker is extraordinary!

She is basically proficient in all the processes of boiling oil, making plant ash crystals, stirring soap liquid, and injection molding.

In fact, all the priestesses can do these processes. Unlike Parla, some of them have indeed become lazy because they control tens of thousands of silver coins, and they have actually started to drink.

The sudden onset of alcoholism among the priestesses really distressed Vilia. Villa criticized Bona and the others and ordered them to stop.

But now, drastic changes are already taking place among the priests.

Squeezing out and expelling Parla can be said to be Bona's way of establishing prestige. In this way, other lower-level priests realized that Vilia's era would soon pass, and they would have to obey Bona's request. For the sake of one's own future, it is right to leave Bona alone.

Feeling unprecedentedly powerless, Villa expressed it to Rurik.

It also includes getting rid of Bona when the time is right, so that the new group of priests can stop being corrupt and return to the roots of piety.

"Palla, this woman is not in the same boat as Bona. Parla is not the material to be a high priest, and she is not very pious, but she has a bottom line. In your Rumia finally grows up In order to obey your high priest, you can use Parla..."

Rurik kept in mind some of Vilia's slightly vague advice in spoken language.

It turns out that Parla is indeed a smart man.

Palla has moved completely. She slept alone in the "servants' dormitory" this night.

Are you scared? No! She wasn't afraid at all.

Just because the location of the "servants' quarters" is the so-called settlement area for the nobles of the tribe.

This longhouse built along a gentle slope is almost inhabited by the confidants of the great leader Otto.

Parla believes that Rurik will inherit the position of leader and grow into the best leader. Isn’t it a kind of trust that he lives here and enjoys a wonderful sleeping experience?

Parla slept deeply that night. She never expected that it would be Rurik, his maid, and many little boys from the tribe who woke her up so early in the morning.

I have to say that the scene was a bit embarrassing.

Palla was still wearing the off-white robe commonly used by priests in summer. She waved her hands subconsciously and spoke stern words, ordering the group of curious little boys behind Rurik to get out.

"You all get out!" Rurik ordered, and all the children ran away laughing.

In this way, Parla's cautious heart relaxed.

It must be said that because it was so comfortable, Parla's clothes were so thin that her robe, which was originally used as a lining, completely turned into pajamas.

Rurik felt the embarrassment here. Thinking about it, maybe because he and the guys were all children under ten years old, Parla did not find it unacceptable.

She quickly changed her clothes, looking slightly embarrassed.

"How was your night? You are the first person to spend the night here. Are you a little scared?" Rurik asked.

"That's great, Rurik. Looks like I need to do something nice for you as a thank you."

"Okay!"

The development of the matter was satisfactory. Originally, Rurik felt that he needed to go through it again before he could successfully bring up the soap issue.

No matter! Since she is about to roll up her sleeves and work, how can we not sympathize with her work enthusiasm?

Rurik himself also jumped onto the wooden bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his feet shaking involuntarily.

"Now we should talk about money."

"Money?" Palla tilted his head: "Is it wages?"

"Yes , It’s just wages. You can’t make soap for me for free.”

Money is very important to Parla now. She was ostracized by the priests and now has only ten silver coins in her bag. Based on the current market conditions, this amount of money is roughly enough to buy three months of food, that is, fish.

If you still have no income after these three months, why should you be humble and ask for charity from Bo Na?

No, that's not possible.

Palla lowered his attitude at this moment and said: "Actually, all you need to do is give me food."

Rurik was a little surprised: "Just to eat? You don't Do you need money?"

"Money is also for buying food. I don't dare to enjoy it now."

"I'd better give you some money, otherwise you can. What is the difference between you and those servants? I only need to provide them with daily food. Unlike you, you are still the priest of our tribe, and you are nobler than all the servants. I trust you. ”

Parla’s attitude is already very low. What should he do when he learns that he may be reused by Rurik in the future?

She hurriedly got out of bed, knelt on the floor, and looked up at Rurik slightly.

Looking at her humble eyes, a slight feeling of discomfort filled Rurik's heart.

After all, Rurik didn’t ask her to stand up immediately. Since the other party intended to be humble, she should continue to kneel.

After all, in his understanding, when a Western king enthrones a minister, the monarch's sword touches the left and right shoulders of the kneeling minister, and an idea suddenly arises.

"I just said, I will give you money. Maybe you mean you don't need a lot, that's fine."

Rurik pinched his chin and thought for a moment. This woman is extraordinary after all.

High Priest Vilia has warned that Parla is indeed different from Bona, but they have one thing in common, that is, they are not promising enough. The so-called ungodliness means pursuing worldly interests.

Since you are a snob, you can take advantage of it.

Rurik kept doing nothing and suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist.

This move frightened Rumia, who was standing obediently at the side, and also really startled Parla. On the other hand, the few little boys peeking at the door were frightened by their boss's actions, and they started talking about it.

Everyone knows that Rurik's sword is very sharp, and the sharp edge makes Parla afraid.

“Are you scared?” Rurik squinted his eyes and subconsciously played with the sword in his hand.

"No...I..."

"Straighten your chest." Rurik said seriously, which scared Parla and raised her chest.

Rurik guessed that he could be considered a king for the time being. The other party was kneeling so respectfully, so he couldn't do a "king's canonization"?

According to the understanding in his mind, he gently touched Parla's left and right shoulders with the back of his sword.

In this way, Parla fully realized that this was some kind of ritual. Since the other party is the "Blesser of Odin" confirmed by the high priest, the current ritual is sacred.

Her heart pounded when she thought of this, even if the person giving the courtesy was only eight years old.

Rurik said some obscure words plausibly, because those prayers also had the problem of obscure vocabulary: "Odin witnessed you! You, Parla. You will be loyal to me and do things for me. . Serving me means serving Odin."

"Yes!"

Palla is very worried, not just Rurik. The words were particularly solemn, and also because she noticed something very scary out of the corner of her eye.

The steel sword on his shoulder trembled slightly, and some of his hanging gold wires touched the blade and were immediately cut in half.

Isn’t this a miracle? Is there really such a sharp sword in the world?

She knew that if her body was swaying, her neck could get a terrible wound from the sword blade.

Rurik’s sword was still on her shoulder. Seeing the other party’s approval attitude, Rurik continued: “Do things for me, and I will reward you with five silver coins every month. In addition, All the expenses for your food and accommodation will be borne by me."

Palla fully understood what this meant, so he co-wrote the five silver coins he was awarded, as long as he didn't plan to buy anything weird. , then it can really last forever.

Rurik continued: "Although this money is a reward, if you want to really have it, you must work hard for me! If you slack off, someone will punish you."

"Yes! I definitely don't dare to neglect."

"Get up first. Sit back on the bed and let's have a good talk." After that, Rurik put away his sword.

Given the current situation, Rurik dare not be pragmatic.

My father's fleet may have begun to return, and only when they return can the servants be in place.

Rurik did not have too many extravagant expectations for his future servants, because they were destined to be a group of little girls of similar age to himself.

When it comes to making soap, even children can make do with it.labor force.

Maybe the current problem is not to quickly restore the original production capacity after the priests collectively give up their jobs, but to train some professional workers from an early age, or to let their servants know how to make soap. process.

When a servant grows up, he can become an excellent soap maker and a teacher to teach more people.

The current Parla knows the complete process of making soap, so it makes sense for her to serve as a teacher to teach the servants.

Of course soap is still produced, considering the many problems involved. For example, the acquisition of grease, the preparation and purification of plant ash solution, the stirring of saponification reaction, and even injection into molds.

It is summer in Roseburg. Unlike winter, the best source of oil is whales. Whaling is not only a test of courage, but also a matter of luck.

It is unrealistic to expect the fish market to steadily sell whale meat and whale oil.

Based on these realistic circumstances, Rurik simply set a very low standard for Parla.

That is one month in the Julian calendar. Two bars of soap should be made every day, but of course you can make more every day. Barring any force majeure, sixty bars of soap must be produced every month.

Sixty bars of soap is a task that must be completed, and being able to produce more means a bonus.

Rurik made an agreement with Parla. After exceeding the target, if he still completed five more pieces, he would be rewarded with two silver coins, which is the 20% benefit previously agreed upon.

Palla understands that this money is actually not easy to earn. The entire production process and costs are currently borne by her alone. Korurik clearly has a very bright future planned!

Five silver coins were the reward for the initial sixty pieces of soap. She estimated that after deducting the funds consumed in making these sixty pieces, five silver coins might be left with a little bit that was not very valuable. copper. Obtaining greater profits lies in the overproduction after completing sixty pieces of soap, where there is a coveted price-performance ratio.

Rurik didn’t need to say it clearly. Parla understood that the little boy still hoped that he could produce more by his own strength.

This is indeed the case.

Before the priests give up their work, the productivity of all priestesses must reach an average of one hundred yuan per person per month. The reality is that Parla, who now specializes in making soaps, can surpass this single-person average.

After thinking about it, where does Palla have any complaints? She felt that she had picked up a huge bargain, and couldn't help feeling that Rurik really valued her.

The two parties had already made an agreement, and Rurik used the sharp edge of a dagger to draw words on a wooden board as usual. This was the contract between the two.

Rurik does not completely believe in the so-called poisonous oath. A written contract document is very important, so having it will serve as a kind of supervision for both parties.

Based on previous lessons, Rurik deliberately added a statement of breach of contract in the new document.

"What? You don't quite trust me?" Parla, who was gearing up to start fighting, couldn't help but feel worried. "You know, I don't dare to lie to you now. Bona and I are completely different."

"Since you obey my wishes, you should do things my way. All you have to do now is agree , you understand.”

The breach of contract statement is just one sentence: If Parla cannot complete the sixty bars of soap every month, he must pay Rurik fifty silver coins as a fine.

This clause is indeed very crazy. Fifty silver coins is actually a huge amount of money. Rurik concluded that it is impossible for Parla to have so much savings in a very long time, and she therefore Not lazy.

Of course, Rurik also made another statement regarding the last clause of the seemingly unkind Overlord Clause.

That is to say, the agreement can be modified. When Parla explains his situation, Rurik has the right to modify the agreement.

Of course, the last sentence of the last one is the most fatal.

This is the sentence that consumers generally hate: Rurik has the final right to interpret the contract.

The implication is that Rurik has the right to unilaterally break the agreement, and Parla has no authority in this regard.

Palla engraved her name in rune. Yes, this woman understands the writing system of her nation.

The agreement was signed and Rurik himself was in charge of this board.

He clamped the wooden board in his armpit, and faced Parla who had changed his mind and wanted to go back to the longhouse of the priests immediately to get all the tools for making soap, and said: "This agreement is not forever. Changed. You will take on another job soon."

"I'm willing to work for you." Parla said respectfully.

Rurik pointed at Rumia, who had been standing for a long time: "My father will bring me some servants, who may be much younger than Rumia. They are all girls. They can help you Make soap, so you'll make more money"

It's more profit! Parla, who originally thought he would become extremely busy, suddenly realized that Rurik was still giving away profits.

"In exchange, you have to educate my servants. They will all live here, and you, probably, will be like their teacher. They are Novgorodians, and you will Teach them to speak our language, especially our writing. If possible, you also need to teach them some prayers mastered by priests."

"Do you plan to train them into priests?" As she looked, Parla glanced at Rumia unconsciously and continued: "I understand everything these days. The high priest is training your Rumia, even if she is a deer herder."

"Okay, this is what we need Make a promise engraved on the wooden board?"

"No need." After that, Rurik finally jumped out of bed.Not to mention, sitting on the soft animal skin mattress is really comfortable. Considering that there are a group of children waiting for training outside, I shouldn't continue to dillydally.

He patted himself and twisted his waist: "This is just a verbal agreement. I should understand that if you work for me seriously, you can get a lot of benefits. Of course, if one day you have something wrong If you think about it, you will die..."

The word "death" was emphasized by Rurik.

Parla felt threatened. It can be seen that if he cannot do things for Rurik, one thing is certain, Rosberg will have no place of his own.

The appointment had been made, and when Rurik left, Parla hurried back to the priest's longhouse.

She was eager to start working now to repay Rurik's trust.