It can be said that people in this time and space always lack strong stimulation of taste, which makes everyone unable to stop and long to enjoy it when they get some kind of strong stimulation.
Human beings are like this, and people in Northern Europe are no different. Everyone is always going further and further in the pursuit of exciting feelings.
The pursuit of spirits is one, and the same mechanism applies to the days in the future when you can’t live without coffee and chili.
So, why do Germans like extremely bitter dark beer? The residents of the Frankish Kingdom also brewed a variety of ales. As a result, the East Frankish Kingdom was very good at brewing rye into beer. After deep brewing and freezing, the alcohol content of the dark beer could be processed to 8°.
This degree is already astonishing. In order to obtain the ecstasy, the German residents adapted to the bitterness of dark beer and described it as a unique and mellow taste.
Of course, rye is brewed and processed. Novgorod residents have learned how to brew leftover rye bread into an alcoholic beverage with a unique aroma and light sweetness. That is kvass, but its production is actually even rarer than brewing ale.
The reason is also very simple. Even if the Novgorod people have always known the art of brewing ale, and even more creatively invented the method of brewing kvass, they only suffer from the fact that food is so precious that they rarely waste wheat like this.
Once he experienced the pungent stimulation from high alcohol in his dull life, Otto's head was stimulated by this stimulation, and in addition, it also has the legend of "Walhalla Wine" identity.
Otto, he now feels that the wine he drank before was all nonsense...
It is so weak.
The distilled wine was unexpectedly processed by Rurik's so-called processing technology, which eliminated a large part of the substances that are extremely harmful to the human body. The alcohol is accompanied by the unique fragrance of oats, which smells extremely comfortable. It is also spicy at the entrance and feels a little painful in the mouth. When it enters the stomach, it feels warm all over the body. Has Otto ever received such stimulation in his life? !
But the stimulus still needs to go further.
Otto was greedy. He really fell in love with this magical wine. He had not yet realized the consequences of drinking it all. Now he just wanted to drink up all the fruits of the afternoon in the blacksmith shop.
When the glass was filled again, there was almost no drop left in the big glass bottle.
"Dad, don't be in a hurry to drink." Liuli said, holding his old father's lapel.
"Oh? You want to drink some too?"
"No! Put the cup on the ground, I..." Halfway through, Rurik turned around and ran in there A furnace that is constantly burning for the purpose of smelting iron. After a while, he came back carrying a burning stick.
"What is this going to do?" Otto asked.
Klavason and Kawei were equally confused.
Rurik just squattedCome on, he didn't say anything, he just touched the burning stick gently to the glass, and the entire mouth of the glass ignited into a ball of fire!
The blue flames made Clavarson sit on the ground in shock!
Kawei and his wife Lilia who were watching were so shocked that their lips trembled.
Otto had never seen such a miracle. He changed his mind and even rubbed his eyes before sitting on the ground, holding his breath and looking at the flames that continued to dance in the cup.
Here, the only happy person is Rurik!
"Miracle! What a miracle! Rurik, is this a miracle that can only be found in Valhalla?!" Otto's expression was like that of a child. Everyone can feel it, this old guy Experienced some kind of mental stimulation that I had never experienced before.
How to respond?
It was impossible to understand the burning of alcohol for a while, so Rurik simply said: "It is the miracle of Valhalla. Yes, I got the revelation in a dream again. I learned that As Gard's wine is like this. Now we have made it in the mortal world. We Russians only need to use the tools we made to achieve similar drinking enjoyment."
"Yes... Is that so?" Otto didn't think Rurik's words were lame, but rather they should be a solid truth.
Otto's next move also surprised Rurik, and he drank the "burning wine" in one gulp.
Yes, I think the name of my tribe is "Russ", a tribe that is very wild from the beginning!
The Russians, as well as their Slavic descendants, are many madmen who dare to drink extreme alcohol.
But when it comes to drinking spirits, Rurik firmly believes that only Easterners are the heroes in this regard. Because data doesn’t lie, in the world a thousand years from now, it will actually be Eastern people who consume the highest amount of spirits per capita.
The vodka distilled and concentrated to 96° is the base liquor. Ordinary people drink it diluted to 40° or even 38°. Furthermore, in order to eliminate the unpleasant taste of dryness and bitterness in the wine, add birch juice, lemon juice, honey, or something else.
It can be said that from the beginning, vodka has been specially prepared for cocktails.
Rurik was in a very excited mood, and the burning flames fully proved one thing - this is real liquor!
He knows the lower limit of alcohol burning concentration, which is roughly 41°.
By diluting the alcohol with pure water and reaching this point, the wine can be used as a burning agent. He was able to estimate the lower limit of the alcohol content of his distilled wine.
Excitement lingered around Rurik, and his expression even became a little ferocious, so he threw the slow-burning stick to encourage Otto, who was also very excited.
"Dad! Maybe this is the fire wine of Valhalla. Drink it, and I think you will be full of strength." Rurik deliberately encouraged.
“Power? Like becoming younger?OK! ”
Otto’s old face is already a little red. It’s not because the alcohol has gone to his head. The strength of the alcohol will take some time to show.
Otto is in a pure mood now. Excited, he held the cup with flames in his hands.
What am I doing?
A glass of burning water?
No, this is it. Wine!
I am actually drinking burning wine from a crystal cup. Is this a miracle that can only be found in Valhalla?
At the critical moment, Otto hesitated. After a while, he finally took a sip of the burning liquor in front of everyone.
For this reason, his huge beard was burnt by the flames, and the hot liquor entered his mouth. For a moment, he felt like a legendary monster, a snake that could breathe fire.
The wine that had been heated by the flames entered his stomach again, and Otto couldn't care less about being burned. His beard turned into powder, and he hurriedly wiped his mouth, feeling the warmth in his belly.
He looked at his son tenderly, and put a big hand directly on his head: "It's such a good wine. ! I really...can't explain how I feel right now. Rurik, I really have you. "
"Dad, do you like it? "Rurik raised his head and asked knowingly.
"I like it! Of course I do! I've decided now that I need more, I'm going to drink this every day. "
The old father became an alcoholic in an instant? To be honest, Rurik was surprised by Otto's change in attitude.
Otto looked deeply at the same beard Klavason, it was obvious that he was talking to this old guy.
Klavason was panicked and said, "Chief, as long as it is your order, of course I will do it. However, I have to tell you that in order to get the...enjoyed alcohol you just enjoyed, half of your barrel of ale has been consumed. "
"Huh? How is that possible? ! "Otto's eyes widened in anger.
Rurik immediately explained: "Dad, this is a fact. Just like iron ore, there are too many useless slags. ”
“Oh? In other words, I spent ten silver coins to buy a bottle of ale, but in the end I could only drink three glasses of it from this glass? ”
“Exactly. "Klavasen nodded, "However, perhaps, distinguished leader, you can cope with such consumption. Only you must provide me with enough ale. ”
“This is no problem. "Otto's big eyes that had just been staring were narrowed again. At this moment, he didn't realize that due to the corrosive effect of alcohol, his spirit had become more and more emotional, and even his body movements became a bit exaggerated, and his speech became a bit exaggerated. The voice gradually approached a roar.
This way, the Kravassens felt the majesty.
Only Rurik understood the change of this old guy - he was finally drunk. Starting to get drunk
Otto still savored the taste of strong alcohol, and he looked at his son., muttered: "Alcohol? Is this the name of your drink? It really doesn't sound good. Rurik, give me a better name, it must be smooth."
A good name, but also Is there any other choice?
"It's called vodka."
"Vodka? It sounds pretty good." Otto didn't delve into the meaning of the word. He thought it was at least smooth. A lot of.
Kerurik deeply felt that vodka must not just be the name of a drink from the beginning. It is a culture and a symbol, and it must become one of the symbols of the Russians!
It is best for other tribes and groups to think of Ross when they think of vodka.
Rurik continued: "Dad, in order to make this vodka, ten silver coins worth of ale was used, and now it has been made into a flammable vodka. I think there is no problem in increasing the price ten times."
"Ten times? One hundred silver coins?" Otto was surprised.
"Yes! We can use it to make money, make a lot of money, and we will be richer because of this. The premise is that we must get a lot of ale. Dad, in order for us Russians to become strong, we not only need More soldiers need a lot of money! A lot of money. Dad, I leave it to you to get the ale. I beg you to buy all the ale from the merchants who live here. "
Otto didn't think much and nodded hurriedly: "Okay! The good things are all ours."
Rurik's words were actually meant for Klavasen. Yes, this old guy knew that he would get another opportunity to make a lot of money, so he smiled and said nothing.
What does Klavasen think? The old blacksmith has learned the art of making glass containers and even glass bottles, and now even the art of distilling spirits has been learned through practice. Glassware is expensive, and so are spirits. When the two are combined, making a lot of money is inevitable.
Otto told Klavasen that he would come and take away the distilled vodka at noon tomorrow.
As the night went on, Otto felt more and more that something was wrong with his body. He felt that he was too tired. Rurik explained briefly that he was drunk.
Otto held his son's hand, and his huge body was already swaying.
He muttered endlessly with his remaining consciousness, all praising the beauty of spirits.
"Vodka is a good thing. Drinking a small glass will make you feel happy, but drinking too much will make you drowsy. Dad, do you think you only drank a glass and a half? You almost drank more than half of it. A barrel of ale!"
"Is there...that much? Not to mention, the last time I felt like this was after drinking a barrel of ale."
Does the old father have such experience? Rurik himself didn't know it, and maybe this so-called bragging was actually the old guy's reminiscence of his youth.
Otto andNo lie, he does have a beer belly, and his belly is also massive. Just because of the need for combat and weapon fighting, his clothes are always restrained by belts. The leather armor and chain mail he wears during battle make it look like Otto's body is full of muscles.
He also has a big appetite, and when he was young, he could easily eat a roasted lamb. As for drinking ale, as long as he is diligent enough, it is normal for him to drink an oak barrel of wine.
Perhaps this is the power of genes.
The Rurik family in history were all big wine barrels, and it seemed that people with this bloodline also inherited a huge amount.
Rurik has not yet realized that his still weak body is endowed with the fighting power of a "six-pound brother".
Otto, he took his son’s hand and finally touched the door of his house. He didn't even say hello to the guys he was chatting with. He really wanted to lie down on his animal skin mattress and enjoy the body feeling like his soul was floating.
It can be said that he walked into the house only by his own willpower. If he slacked off during the process, he would lie on the ground and fall asleep.
Niya had never seen her husband in such a miserable state.
Wait? Really embarrassed? ! She felt that her husband was obviously enjoying it.
Otto's face seemed to be coated with a layer of cinnabar, and his body was sweating rapidly.
His dazed appearance shocked Niya, and also surprised Rumia, who was sewing animal skin clothes with steel needles.
A drunken husband made his wife most indignant. What happened next was not at all what Rurik expected.
Niya was cursing, but in the end she spread the leather mattress for him herself and helped Otto lie down, who was all soft.
But at this moment Otto said some incomprehensible words. What souls have ascended to heaven, what beautiful scenery of Valhalla and so on.
"Rurik, what happened to your father?" Niya interrogated Rurik without exception.
"This...he is drunk."
"Drunk? How many barrels of ale did he drink?!"
"Not a few barrels . Just drank the vodka I made.”
What a strange word. It’s not like Niya didn’t know what her son was doing these days: “So, you succeeded? After you succeeded, you asked your father to try it?"
Rurik shrugged helplessly: "He is a man after all, and men will always try something exciting."
" Oh! That's crazy." Niya rolled her eyes and then glared at Rurik: "You are also a man, you'd better not do this. You must always remember that when you become like this, you should at least be around. There is a woman to help."
"Of course. Rumia, she will help me," Rurik said casually.
"Her? Forget it, she's just a servant." Niya's words were slightly contemptuous, but her eyes did not notice Rumia's sudden blush.little face.
"Maybe." Rurik sat down and approached his head maid Rumia. "Mom, I'm hungry."
"Okay, I'll get you some meat to eat."
Rumia is not so much a servant as Niya, the leader's wife. She is also an old woman. It was Otto who had his own understanding of life. He did have the desire to have a group of wives and concubines. As he got older, this desire disappeared a lot, and now it has completely disappeared.
If Otto could still retain a trace of this thought, now it has really been washed away by the strong alcohol.
What’s good about women? Not as good as the vodka made by my son.
Otto fell into a long-lost hangover. He felt that his soul was just imprisoned in an aging body. Because of the strong alcohol, he felt that he was really flying, flying towards the sky.
Otto began to sleep soundly. It was late at night. After serving this old guy, Niya went over to sleep with her husband with some anxiety.
What makes Niya particularly happy in this life is that her husband has not betrayed her. However, her two sons died unexpectedly one after another, and her heart was broken!
It was also at that time that she felt that she had failed her husband, and she boldly suggested that Otto find another young woman to give birth to a son who was expected to inherit the position of leader.
Otto disagreed, and two months later, Niya, who was really quite young, found out that she was pregnant again. More than half a year later, the magical Rurik was born.
The sound of his father's snoring made Rurik feel noisy. If his new home was completed now, he would no longer have to suffer like this.
But my mother was simply immune to snoring. The old couple huddled together to sleep. It was obvious that even if they had great wealth, they regarded each other as great wealth.
Where is Rurik’s wealth? Now, there is a Rumia, and a large team of servants. They are not maids, they are talents. In this era, talent is wealth, or in other words, the source of creating wealth.
Rurik moved the bedding to Rumia, who was locked in the corner, and really shocked the maid.
The girl felt a little excited, as if her younger brother needed the care of her older sister.
"Masta, aren't you asleep yet?"
"I can't sleep, I just want to talk to you now."
"Okay. Come on." Rumia got up, and under the moonlight, she laid out a blanket for her "brother" quite naturally.
Because of the previous conversation, Rumia became more aware of her importance to Rurik.
However, deep down in her heart, she really wished that the great leader of the Russians would just sleep and die. Rumia will never forgive Otto, but she is only grateful and dependent on Rurik. It was this friendship that forced her to accept herself as a daughter-like existence. She completely recognized Otto's majesty on the surface and forced herself to accept her current fate.
It would be best if Otto fainted, then Rurik would be able to take over as leader immediately.
Rumia thought innocently.
She also thought of other things. When Rurik came to her side, her eyes looked at the moon in the sky through the gap in the wooden window: "A person who drinks too much will become Death. Wine can bring happiness and eliminate some worries. This is how Bona died. The priests almost ruined everything because of wine." "Sister, is this your opinion?" Ke was a little excited.
"Maybe the leader drank a lot?"
"Not much, as many as three oak cups. But each cup is the essence of the wine."
"So, you made it just to please the chief? Is it worth it?"
"And money, a lot of money." Rurik said.
"But you are not short of money at all."
"It's not just money. I'm making the best wine so that it can be a kind of medicine that can help the injured." People will never worry about fever. It can even be used as a weapon. The best wine can burn, and it can even..." Anyway, there is nothing to do in the quiet night, Rurik. Did some popular science on alcohol.
Rumia seemed to understand, and she clearly felt her little master's excitement.
She looked at the moonlight and said with relief: "Okay, if you say it is good, it is good. Masta, I will do anything for you. I even..."
"Don't think too much. Be my servant." Rurik responded coldly, but he had already guessed a lot in his heart.
After all, Rumia is now a girl in every sense of the word, while she is still a thin child.
It is also true that as a child, before he became the leader, he still had a lot of time to do some weird things, which would ultimately bring great benefits to himself and his loyal tribesmen.