Chapter 174 The Servants’ Home

Rurik stood in front of his father again and raised his head: "Dad, thank you for getting me the servants."

"Oh? It seems that they have completely surrendered to you?"< /p>

"Yes, it seems that the language I learned from my sister (referring to Peravina) is really correct."

Otto knows some ancient Slavic, in fact Above, the son's declaration of ownership of the servant just now, the smoothness of the language really surprised him. It was as if Rurik and the manor director Ligus could talk and laugh.

Recalling his son's fluent conversation just now, Otto couldn't help but wonder more. His son's serious study must have a more profound purpose.

This is better, but the next problem will arise soon.

Otto was very happy that his son had conquered a group of servants easily.

He patted his son's little head and asked an extremely critical question with obvious amusement: "Son, your servants have arrived. How do you think they should be arranged?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. Dad, I have built a brand new longhouse just to house all the servants. You know, I will definitely have more servants in the future."

"Really? Has the money you spent to build a new longhouse been successful? I would like to take a look. However, I still have to go to the priest's longhouse first." At this point, Otto noticed None of the priests stood on the beach.

The return trip in the past was not like this! The so-called no profit can't afford to be early. The priests are always eager to take away their own tributes first, but now there is no figure.

Since Harold Zuosen was still waiting by his side, Otto asked seriously: "Where are the priests? Are they all dead? Is Vilia dead too?"

Harold Zosen I was shocked because what happened inside was really hard to talk about.

"That's what you said."

"Yes. There are some problems here..."

"Don't hesitate, something happened? Willia, she always Won't he... die?" Otto couldn't help but feel heartbroken when he thought of this possibility. After all, before setting off, High Priest Vilia showed unprecedented fatigue, and death might really be coming.

Hallozossen stomped his feet vigorously: "What a tragedy! Our crusade against the Gotlanders was a great success, and we gave the priests a lot of tribute. As a result, that Bona, she is already doing the work of the high priest, those The priests have been drinking the craft beer brought by the merchants all day long. Their drunkenness almost ruined our summer solstice ceremony."

"Really?"

Rurik suddenly interjected: "Dad, Uncle Haro Zuosen is right. Maybe you are the only one who can stop the stupid behavior of those priests. And our high priest, her situation is really not good. ”

Since my son said so, it must be true. Because his son Rurik’s unique identity allows him to be free without any scruples.Enter and exit the sacred longhouse of the priests!

Otto had planned to go to the longhouse of the priests and report to the high priest as soon as possible, as he had done in the past. This was a tradition that the tribe had carried out for decades.

The son’s words were really vague, and he understood two of them: the ordinary priests were drinking heavily, and the high priest Vilia might be dying.

Otto stamped his feet vigorously and told his son and his wife: "You all go home, I want to go to the longhouse of the priests immediately."

"Is this a debriefing? Dad? asked Rurik.

"I'm going to visit the high priest! Damn it, Vilia can't die yet! Rurik, as we agreed before, you can arrange your servants and wait for me at home." After that, Otto patted Harold Zuosen hard and said: "Brother, take some young people with me to the longhouse."

After that, he called Arik, who was with his wife, and asked him to go with him. .

More than thirty strong warriors, led by the solemn-looking leader Otto, carried swords and bucklers on their backs, and aggressively walked towards the priest's longhouse, just to find out the situation.

Seeing them disappear in the crowd, Rurik no longer wanted to linger on the busy beach.

He ordered in ancient Slavonic: "Servants, follow me and go see your homes."

A group of children walked barefoot on the sand and gravel.

Of course the children are eager to have their own shoes. They arch their insteps and walk carefully, their eyes subconsciously noticing Rurik's compact and decent leather boots.

Rurik, of course he noticed this.

Even after the children disembarked, their extremely frugal clothing was really regrettable. The only clothes left could be described as a fig leaf.

You must have suitable clothes and boots that fit your feet. All children must also take a bath and the girls have their hair tied up.

Obviously there is still a lot to do.

For example, you have to decide on new names for your children.

In terms of naming, Rurik already had clear principles.

The boys and girls looked around, but because the owner with the golden ponytail kept speaking in the language of his hometown, they had no choice but to ignore other people's attention and follow closely.

The children all knew that they had entered the den of the Varyags, a place that once only existed in legends.

Now we are really here.

This place is indeed different from my hometown, but a house is a house and people are people. There are mountains and water here, so it’s not that strange.

After a while, two large and sturdy wooden houses appeared in front of this group of tiny children.

The girls opened their mouths, raised their heads one by one, and marveled at the hugeness of the house.

On the other hand, Kamni, the little boy realized instantly, why was this house similar to the home of the manor president in his hometown?

Because the two giant wooden houses are built on pillars. under the pillarThere were plenty of holes, and he felt like he could easily get into them.

There is also some pungent smell in the air, not to mention smelly, the smell is even quite attractive.

Rurik stopped: "Come here, my servants, this is your future home."

Future home?

Kamne squinted her eyes. Her home was once simple and shabby. Could it be that the master Rurik allowed a humble servant like him to live in such a luxurious residence?

Kamne remained quiet, as did the other girls.

Rurik scratched his face, looking a little cold.

"Rumia!"

"Yes, masta."

"Just keep an eye on these kids for now, and I'll go and pull Pal from the soap Find him in the workshop." After saying this, Rurik ran away.

The soap workshop is actually very close to the two new longhouses.

Right now, Rumia, an eleven-year-old girl, is taking care of a group of younger children. She talked to them in broken Norse, or because she was so kind, the wary children relaxed and couldn't wait to chat.

This place is full of children's chatter, and a large number of questions are like a barrage.

Unfortunately, the children’s inquiries were all in Old Slavic. How could Rumia understand them? Oh no. Rumia understands some minimalist spoken English, which Rurik deliberately instilled in her.

Sad, sad.

That little boy, his master Rurik will definitely make other arrangements for him. As for the ten girls in front of her, they are all maids, and she is their sister, or in other words, she is responsible for managing them as the head maid.

The first meeting was really disturbing. Lumia, who didn't understand the language, first fiddled with her arms and kept explaining, and finally she simply covered her ears, just to clear her mind.

Rurik pulled Parla out of the smoky workshop, where he was boiling oil.

When Parla left the anxious place, she took a deep breath of fresh air.

In the past few days, good news has come from the fish market. There were thirty fishermen manning four fishing boats. They were trawling for herring in the waters further north, but they were very lucky to find a fountain on the sea surface, which meant they discovered a whale.

Five beluga whales were stabbed to death by fishermen using short spears in self-defense. Do you still want to catch herrings?

Soon, five small beluga whales appeared at the early morning fish market.

The priests became lazy. Since the oil for the lamps was still enough, they had no idea about the new whale.

The wealthy residents of the tribe bought all the whale meat, and Parla first bought all the spermaceti oil at a higher price, and then bought some whale fat. After that, the arduous work of boiling oil completely occupied her time.

She has been using a big wooden stick to stir up a mouthful of food that was burned by the fire.The fat meat in the roasted pottery pot, and the smell of burnt fat was quite nauseating to her. The braids she wore were also badly damaged by the oil smoke. A woman's beauty is almost lost as a result.

All the hard work is worth it.

She delivered fifty pieces of soap to Rurik in June, thirty of which had to be crossed, and for the other twenty, Rurik paid her four silver coins immediately as agreed.

Yes, the value of soap was defined by Rurik as two silver coins per piece, the so-called ex-factory price. As for how much Rurik can sell it for, it has nothing to do with Parla.

Even so, Parla, who only started in June, still earned seven silver coins. Theoretically, she could earn enough food for two months by working for Rurik for half a month.

July is here, and since her job is gradually becoming more stable, she is very confident that she will earn twenty silver coins this month.

"You mean your servants have arrived? Oh? Those little girls? You let them help me work? Okay!"

Palla, who fully understood the situation, was overjoyed mad.

"Let's go and see those people." Rurik shook his neck and took big steps, followed closely by the priest Parla who smelled of smoke.

When Parla appeared in front of the children, no one dared to believe that such a character was also a priest of the Varangians.

But Rurik is introduced to children.

Although it was a bit abrupt, Rurik decided to first tell his servant what kind of work he was going to be involved in as a servant.

Rurik pinched his waist and lectured in Old Slavic to a group of children who were standing blankly: "You are all my servants. You will work for me starting from tomorrow. As your Master, I allow you to live here!"

Rurik pointed to the huge longhouse: "See it! If you work hard for me, you can live here for a while. I will give each of you a sumptuous meal. Now, see the woman next to me." Rurik pointed at Rumia and said, "You just asked her a lot of questions. You, she is Rumia, my most important and loyal servant. Rumia is your sister, and you will work for me under her management from now on!"

After that, stay! Rick pointed to Parla again: "Girls, starting from tomorrow, she will arrange work for you. Now remember, I do not provide you with a house and food out of love. You are servants, born to give me Work. If any of you are lazy, you will be locked up in a dark room and starved!"

"Do you understand? If you don't work hard, you will be locked up and starved for a day!"

Actually, Rurik really has love for them in his heart.

However, there is no love without reason in the world, unless it is a cute kitten.

In the past year, he reflected on his love for Rumia.A trace of guilt in his heart. But at the Hanukkah festival, I personally slit the deer's throat with a steel sword, and my mentality changed.

Rurik has already figured it out for these children. If they really don't work hard and behave rebelliously.

Execution with your own hands? That would be more cruel.

Just kick it out and give it to someone willing to raise it. If no one is willing to raise it, then exile it and let it fend for itself.

That’s right! Just do it.

Rurik immediately added in a threatening tone; "Listen! My servants. You must be loyal to me. If you are disloyal now, you will be exiled by me, and you will If you grow up and act disloyal, I will personally cut off this person's head." As he spoke, Rurik's sword was unsheathed, and the metallic buzzing sound scared the girls subconsciously. Hug each other again.

They were trembling, including the little boy Kamne who was also cowering.

Rurik put the sword back into the scabbard coolly, pinched his waist with both hands, and pretended to be ferocious, his expression returned to relaxation.

After showing off the big stick, it’s time for some carrots.

"Well, you don't have to be afraid. Those who are loyal to me will be rewarded forever. You will soon have comfortable clothes and suitable shoes, and you will look brand new. Now, you all follow me Let’s go and see where you live.”

The children had to carefully follow the footsteps of the owner, step on the wooden steps of the big wooden house, and pass by the skin pulled up by the woman who smelled of smoke. curtain and walk into the spacious interior.

At this moment, Rurik had already explained the situation to the tribal elders who were looking after the wooden house. They had been standing outdoors, especially at the door of the longhouse. Just now, when Rurik was lecturing, they were trying to remember all the children's faces.

Because they were afraid that miscellaneous children in the tribe would break into the longhouse built by the financier Rurik out of curiosity.

All the wooden windows were opened, and the warm sunlight illuminated the room.

All wooden beds are covered with animal skin-lined mattresses, with neatly folded quilts on them.

"Wow! Wooden floors. That's what the manor leader's home looks like, so can we..."

"Ah! Are these all beds?"

"Surprisingly, it's more comfortable than my bed?"

"You are stupid, Katya, this is our future home. Our master is such a good person."

The words of a little girl satisfied him very much.

"Not bad! Your new home!" Rurik said, approaching them, "Now go and choose your own beds. Remember, everyone chooses one. Go quickly."< /p>

The master gave the order, and the girls happily ran to their favorite beds. They lead to, this time without any urging from Rurik, they chose to get together.

The little boy Kamne also happily wanted to choose his own bed, but he was the only one who was grabbed by Rurik's arm as slender as a branch.

Kamne’s weight loss also surprised Rurik. He felt that what he was grabbing was actually a bone, but it was just a bone wrapped in a skin.

Seemingly similar in age and body, Rurik consciously accompanied a group of children under his command to train, and happily participated in shield wall collision training. The purpose of the training was to improve everyone's strength and organization. He was eight years old, and his arms were already flexible enough to swing the steel sword at his waist.

Looking at this Kamne, maybe this child fits the real situation of an ordinary little boy in this time and space. It's that pitiful situation where the body's functions are so weak that even a minor illness can kill one.

The way to change the current situation is extremely simple, that is to eat more. Then again, how could the pure farmers in the interior of Europe in this time and space have enough to eat every time.

"Master...Master. I..." Kamne looked confused.

"Your name is Kamne? Kamne, you are different from them. You are a man. I will arrange other jobs for you."

"Me? Other jobs ?" Kamne was still puzzled.

"Yes! In a completely different job than them, you wouldn't live here. Can you be someone I can trust?"

"I can!" Cam Nirvana blurted out.

"Okay, now stand still for me. When these girls are arranged, I will lead you to a very nice place."

Indeed, the little boy and the little boy Girls are fundamentally different. Even though Kamni is still a child now, as long as he can eat meat every day, he will definitely be a strong man in less than ten years. It would be great if Kamne in the future was a simple strong man.

Rurik really felt that in the future it would be best for him to have a group of strong men with strong muscles and simple minds who only obeyed the orders of their masters.

This way, you will feel more at ease.