In fact, because of his understanding of historical development, Rurik admired the "woodcut" style architecture from the Slavic people. Double-layered wooden walls with a sandwich made of soil and moss. The wooden wall itself has limited ability to keep out the cold, but the fillers in the interlayer, especially the dried moss, are natural insulation materials! Coupled with a traditional fireplace, the "Wooden Rung" can maintain the warmth inside, even if the outdoor temperature is as low as minus 30 degrees Celsius!
Only in terms of its ability to withstand the cold, Rurik doesn’t think that his tribe’s longhouse is really better than the “wooden wood carving”. Especially the home where I was born, it was the residence of a great leader, but it didn’t even have a chimney! Every winter, a brazier is lit at home. I am not poisoned by carbon monoxide, precisely because even the leader's home is full of holes!
Rurik felt that in order to ensure the strength of the tribe, we must first maintain the sustainable growth of the tribe's population.
The laws of population growth are nothing more than three ways.
More births, fewer deaths, and immigration.
The so-called slaves and servants belong to the category of immigrants. As for having more children, Rurik felt that as long as the ordinary families in the tribe had enough financial resources to maintain their lives, they would not ruthlessly invest their limited resources in sons and then maliciously abandon their daughters.
As for fewer deaths. In this era where a minor illness can kill someone, Rurik believes that as long as the tribesmen can widely use soap for cleaning, both adults and children, the chance of getting sick will be greatly reduced. But a major factor in getting sick is poor physical fitness.
If residents’ homes are always flooded with terrible cold wind from every crack, the residents’ bodies will become weak, and ordinary viruses will be able to defeat the body’s immune defenses.
Of course, if you tell the tribesmen about the mechanisms of these diseases, they will definitely not understand! Maybe this is my greatest sorrow! The so-called truth is here, but they can't understand it.
Then learn from the Novgorod people and build a warmer and more comfortable new longhouse.
Ensuring the comfort of housing and a stable supply of food, coupled with the "hygiene innovation" brought about by soap. Rurik knew that every winter, poor people would freeze to death or die of winter diseases. In the new winter, I’m afraid the situation will not be worse!
Rurik has explained his attitude to Lilia, which is to try his best to persuade Kawei and ask the tribe's most influential blacksmith to lead other blacksmiths to build a Novgorod White Tree Manor. Quality new log home for a long time home.
"Lilia!" Rurik looked into the girl's eyes sincerely: "Just tell your husband to build some houses in your hometown that you remember, and tell him that only in this way will you not miss your hometown too much. "
Lilia immediately felt that Rurik's decision was a good one. She also felt that she needed a reason to build a new house. Now, Rurik found the reason for herself.
"Lilia, tonight is your wedding. According to meYou know our traditions. "Rurik muttered at last.
"Yes! I know it all. I am still a child now, after the evening ritual, tomorrow I will be a woman. "
Rurik nodded deeply: "Your husband is my trusted blacksmith. You will definitely live in a new house in Roseburg that looks exactly like your hometown, and you will definitely give Kawei more sons. Because I need more blacksmiths, and just one Kamne is not enough. "
Kamne, who was forced not to say a word, finally couldn't hold it in anymore! He boldly asked: "Master, can't I still satisfy you? "
"You? ! "Rurik's little hand rested on Kamne's extremely thin, almost bone-less shoulder: "My child, my need for iron is never-ending. Remember, you are an apprentice under Clavarson. When you grow up, there will be more children around you to learn blacksmithing from you. Listen, you have to prove yourself useful to me! Otherwise, I'll kick your ass with my boot! ”
Hearing this, Kamne smiled innocently.
At the same time, looking at the completely suppressed and still hot new glass that had basically cooled down, Otto let out a deafening roar. , to express his amazement.
Because Klavasen’s actions have completely subverted his previous understanding.
It is said that seeing is better than hearing, and this time Otto is the best. Understand that the "crystal cup" regarded as a standard by merchants is actually made of the most ordinary sand and stone.
This is a miracle, but not a miracle.
Otto. His eyes subconsciously glanced at his son who was chatting and laughing in Novgorodian language with the manservant and the girl who married the blacksmith.
"I can't believe that you, a brat, are like everyone I have seen. Can we have a conversation? Do you have any more novel inventions? "
Otto put aside the surprises and questions in his heart for now.
He knew the meaning of those "crystal cups". What is the difference between the so-called glass cups and crystal cups? Sell to Wealthy people can naturally harvest a lot of wealth, but that's all.
The vast majority of poor people cannot buy such exquisite things. Even a warrior could not buy them once. A sword of exquisite craftsmanship
Now, the Clavarsons are still building steel swords that can cut through ordinary iron swords! The blacksmiths of the tribe at least provide the warriors of the tribe with the ability to become stronger. The possibility.
Otto can estimate that if his son treats his servants well, firstly, the child may be a kind-hearted person, and secondly, he may be more pragmatic.
Visiting the house given to the servants by his son was exactly what Otto longed for.
Rurik put the nameplates into his linen pocket. He was in a good mood and his steps were more heroic. < /p>
Otto's steps show depth and vicissitudes of life. Of course, as long as this old guy wanders around the tribe, he will receive warm greetings.
But in this "inspection". road", Otto noticed a lot of strange faces.
Specifically, the faces of some strange women.
They were wearing simple linen clothes and hair accessories of their own people. , there was no joy on their faces, as if their victory had nothing to do with it.
After thinking about it, Otto figured it out.
Those women. , are all prisoners, people who were captured from Gotland by the army led by my nephew.
On the other hand, the Novgorod women who were married before were all properly married. The new arrivals are full of expectations for the future. The women of Novgorod have no fear and no complaints. For them, no matter who they marry, life goes on as usual in Rosberg and Novgorod. The sun is the same, and the sun still rises.
On the other hand, the houses of those with higher status in Novgorod have always been touched by Otto. >Now, by coincidence, he followed his son’s confident body and saw two special long houses that had been built not far from home.
“Oh! Rurik! Who built you such a house? ! "The moment he saw the longhouse, Otto held his head with both hands and grabbed his white hair.
Rurik turned around gracefully and confidently, and a golden flash flashed across the ponytail on the back of his head. .
He opened his arms and his eyes were full of pride: "Dad, this is my masterpiece. I recruited carpenters from the tribe to build it according to my requirements. "
"Really? It looks like what I saw in Novgorod..."
"How is it? ”
“Exactly the same. "
Rurik shrugged, "Then come with me. I wish my servants were up. "
"Haha, what if they are lazy? Maybe I'll take your place and kick their asses with my boots. "
Rurik wanted to laugh when he heard this, so he explained: "Don't worry. "He said as he walked: "I think that among all the priestesses, Parla is not the virtuous. Her only advantage is that she has self-awareness. This woman is working for me, and I have arranged for her to care for and train my new servants. "
Otto heard this very freshly, and then he thought about it. It would be difficult for those little girls brought from Novgorod to adapt to the life of the Russians instantly. Not to mention what his son was most passionate about. He was obviously doing some military drills with his one hundred and fifty men.
A smart woman was really needed to teach those little maids some things.
Otto. As he thought, this was exactly what Parla did.
Soon, Rurik saw two little girls, still wearing simple gray-brown linen gowns, carrying them together. They struggled to walk around a small wooden bucket while avoiding water splashing out. Their movements were a bit clumsy, but they also showed their cuteness.
The simple leather shoes they wore completely revealed their identities. .
It's the servants!
Rurik's face instantly filled with a happy smile, because with just this glance, he completely noticed that although those children were simply dressed, their whole bodies had already been transformed.
Palla definitely did something against them.
"Dad, those two girls are my servants." Rurik pointed.
"I have seen it all." Otto frowned slightly, "But they are not like this. They..."
"What's wrong?"
"It has become a lot cleaner."
"Of course." Rurik pinched his waist subconsciously, "I invented soap just to make the children of our tribe clean. Especially me The dirty servants are an insult to me."
"Hey, is that what you think? Where are they now?"
Rurik estimated that they had already started a new life as soap workers under the guidance of Parla. To make soap, water is naturally indispensable. Because of them, Parla's job must have become much easier.
"They went to my soap workshop." Rurik flicked his neck, "Follow me. Now those priests are unwilling to make soap, so I can only do this kind of money-making work. Hire someone to do it. Dad, the servants you gave me are very timely. I will make them qualified soap-making craftsmen and earn a lot of silver coins for me."
"You..." Otto. He couldn't help but hold his breath, because deep down in his heart, he was not praising his son.
The girls he carefully selected for him are all potential girls from Baishu Manor. If they grow up healthy, they will all be beautiful women.
And the son only plans to train them to be female workers? Don't want to do something else?
Ah, maybe it’s just because my son is only eight years old, but he always has miraculous wisdom and is still a little boy.
From the soap-making workshop, smoke continues to rise.
Not far from the workshop, Otto smelled a pungent smell. It was the smell of burning grease, but it wasn't a foul smell. Otto, who was used to eating barbecue, was even aroused. His mind instantly thought of the sizzling and oily fish roasted on the fire, but the smell was a bit offensive.
There are already many girls coming in and out.
Some of them carried wooden barrels, and some held charcoal. A large group of little girls wore similar rough and dirty clothes, the same shoes, and even had their hair combed into identical brown braids.
Their little faces look very clean. Taken together, the image of all the girls has changed a lot.
"Dad, they are my servants." Rurik said happily.
"Really? I can barely recognize it. Let's go and let me have a good look."
Rurik came, accompanied by a burly old man. Man, another one will drink from a huge ringA girl wearing simple and elegant clothes with a piece of food on her chest.
Those little girls have vivid memories of the three people who came here.
Children cannot ignore the burly old man's old face, because this guy is the leader of the Rus people, the most noble man who even the head of the manor in his hometown would kowtow to.
The boy who is taller than himself is his master.
The busy children could not ignore them, and with natural awe, they dropped their work one by one and poured into the busy workshop.
The unusual behavior frightened Parla, who was struggling with oil, and screamed in confusion, but she still could not hear the girls chattering in Slavic.
Palla rubbed the soap twice with her greasy hands, rinsed it in a bucket, and hurriedly walked to the door of the workshop, where she happened to meet the big leader.
She quickly lowered her head and faced the distinguished leader with a humble attitude.
This humble woman is still a priest, but she is completely different from those drunken fools. Her humility delighted Otto.
After a brief exchange of greetings, Otto saw with his own eyes the details of soap manufacturing. Making soap itself is not difficult. The trouble is that the whole process is always accompanied by greasiness and dirt. Ordinary tribesmen disdain to carry out these labors. Otto feels that they would rather spend money to buy finished products, even if they have to pay a very high price.
Otto knew how soap was made very early on from his son’s description.
What he understands is that since the priests have given up their work, the Ross tribe's craft of making soap and other high-end cleaning tools has been completely monopolized by his son. She, Parla, was marginalized and could be said to be the first priestess to completely obey her son's arrangements.
Thinking of this, Otto had to look at Rumia again, this miracle girl who was abducted by him all the way.
Can a deer herder become a high priest?
Indeed, the ancestors did not stipulate that the high priest of the tribe must be from the same tribe. Since Vilia supports Rumia, let’s give it a try.
"Parla!" Rurik, who was standing outside, ordered: "Drive out all the children hiding in the house. Do they hate me?"
< p>Parla immediately hurriedly explained, and her words were full of praise for them: "Rurik, they started working after eating the dried meat. Maybe they are... afraid of the big leader.""Me? I'm a terrible person." Otto felt aggrieved and shook his head: "That's fine, my son is their master. I'll just sit aside and rest."
Said Afterwards, Otto blinked hard at his son and walked away with a smile.