"What are you happy about? Come and help me if you are happy." Lurik twisted his face full of toner impatiently, making a face to the excited Lumia.

Lumia was excited, and daringly ran over: "Masta, I have learned the form completely now. If you ask me questions, I will recite them."

"Huh? The question to you yesterday, you seem to have your tongue scalded, and you can't tell a correct answer for a long time. Listen, you have memorized wrong as usual... I changed my mind, and if you answered the truth, just give me a stir. soap bar."

I heard, Lumia subconsciously looked at the pottery urn in front of her little lord, only to see that there was some bright yellow viscous substance in it, and she leaned in to smell it. Why was there still some smell? This smell is a bit familiar.

"Masta, what you made here, is it soap."

"Ah, I didn't tell you before. This is a new soap. I believe it has better decontamination effect. It can... also kill the most annoying and difficult parasites without harming people."

Rurik stopped his work. In the end, the work of making soap is currently monopolized by the priests. They use this as an important means of collecting money, and it has been two months since the birth of the first soap. Now they still think that agreement is very wonderful. Their happiness is so low that a priest can be deeply satisfied with just a few silver coins.

Soap is of course not static, and the price of two silver coins is a bit expensive.

To be a human is to look at things in the long-term. At this stage, Liu Liqi is more willing to sullen his hair and earn a lot of wealth by selling high-end handmade products. What organizes the Viking army to row a boat on expeditions to chop people, looting countless gold and other things, this kind of thing should be put on hold indefinitely in the future.

If Rurik is allowed to choose, he would rather be a doves who are gradually marginalized in Viking society, that is, those who are willing to accumulate wealth through labor. The descendants of the doves accepted this idea. They never left Svealand and the northern regions, and eventually became the national foundation of Sweden in the future.

Doves are not cowards, they just think that looting will not make a profit after all.

As the production of soap increases, its price will drop anyway, so some more special soaps need to be made.

For example, adding finely ground sulfur powder to a viscous soap paste, after deep stirring, the original brown-yellow soap bar was dyed golden yellow! It has a certain sulphur smell, but this smell is not more unacceptable than the burnt smell of plant ash.

Its color is brighter, which naturally gives people a pleasing feeling.

The other is to add ground charcoal powder, and after stirring, it becomes a carbon soap, which is a pure black piece.

Of course, the best soap is soap. If essential oils can be extracted from certain flowers, will the soap...

The only thing Lurik can be sure of is that after today and on the evening of February 16th in the Julian calendar, the first batch of golden sulfur soap can leave the mold. Tentatively, it is the price of three silver coins.

Think about it, but just throwing a handful of fine sulfur powder into the paste, a simple act can actually earn an extra silver coin.

The possibility of such crazy money-gathering shocked Bona and other lower priests, and the high priest Velia felt it even more incredible. But once that yellow-white soap bar succeeds, who doesn't love the beautiful color?

As long as the yellow-white sulfur soap is successful, adding other dyes, such as cheaper indigo, can produce green soap.

In this era, blue and white are the most easily available dyes, followed by yellow and red.

The most noble one is purple. The purple cloth used by the nobles of Eastern Rome in the purple empire to decorate and wear is obtained by eliminating how many purple snails.

Lumia in the evening is eager to show her understanding of multiplication tables and formulas.

"You can really master it? Well, I will give you some questions. If the answer is wrong..." Rurik pointed to the pottery urn operated by the priests, "Just like the first time you made soap, help They, until you are almost exhausted."

Lumia settled, she was ready.

This time is indeed different from the past. Rurik asked five questions in a row, and she was proficient in reporting the correct answers. One of her movements is strange. On the other hand, she needs to close her eyes for brief thinking, just like the mind needs time to calculate in the brain.

After all, she gave all the correct answers. It seems that this deer-raiser girl has learned multiplication within a hundred.

Lurik also quickly figured out the reason for her sudden resuscitation, which is really amazing. She has already used calculations in her daily life.

"Masta, I have learned. I still want more knowledge, I want to be helpful to you." Lumia's eyes widened with sincere feelings.

Liu Likla held her hand and passed the stick that smashed the viscous soap into her hand.

"Then do things with me, I will try to sell the new soap for a higher price."

On the other hand, Otto learned for the first time that his son was making a new type of soap. It would be yellow and white, and the effect was no different from the previous ones.

Otto, he is now acting as a salesman for his son.

He wandered around the tribe and promoted the news among his closest friends. Although he had never seen the sulfur soap, in his dictation, the thing had become as beautiful as gold.

It has been two months since ordinary people started using soap. Anyone who has used it deeply understands its power and laments that if it is used too much, the soap shrinks faster.

It will be used up sooner or later!

For families who have purchased, the wife who is in charge of housekeeping and maintenance urges her husband to get more coins in the new year to buy more soap.

But the husbands were attracted by the bright white steel sword made by the blacksmith. If there are enough silver coins, first buy the sword and then solve the soap problem.

The steel sword that cuts like iron is really amazing.

Another legend has been circulating in the tribe these days.

Klavasen has successfully created two steel swords. He himself used the block-smelting low-carbon steel technology of Professor Rurik, as well as advanced methods such as oil quenching and overburden burning of the blade.

Fifty refining is too physically demanding. According to the principle that as long as it can cut ordinary iron swords, the sword he made is reduced to forty refining. Even so, it is only half-edged 2/3stika (nearly 70cm) long. The iron sword, swiftly and violently in the strong Kawei hand, successfully cut off a wrought iron bar that was used as a test product.

The length of the general Viking iron sword is controlled at 70cm. Too short is not the main offensive weapon, too long to use is very inconvenient.

In ordinary combat, two sword bearers fight each other. Their swords are always bent in head-to-head combat, but they are not easy to break. However, if one of them is harder, the legend that ordinary iron swords will not break will also be broken.

The wrought iron bars used in the experiment are thicker than ordinary swords, and the materials of the two are actually exactly the same.

Klavasen simply knew the importance of product quality. Now, if the sword is easy to use, he ordered his son to be the master of the sword test and use a hack to verify.

Two steel swords were delivered to their buyers, for which Clavassen made a lot of money.

What excites him is not the joy of receiving more than one hundred silver coins. The most amazing thing is that the masters of the steel swords regard their old swords as "sacrifices", under the attention of hundreds of warriors who come to hear the wind. , The Lord of Steel Sword swung vigorously and really cut off his old sword.

Klavasen is so famous that some of the doubts that existed have disappeared!

The brave and fierce men all hope to get a steel sword. They start to count their possessions. As long as they can make up for sixty silver coins, they will go to Kravasson to order. For so many years, blacksmiths have hardly left Fort Rose, and often only go to the northeast when mining ore.

Blacksmiths don't take a deposit and run away. Besides, everyone has to buy a steel sword for sixty silver coins. If you order two swords, the price is more than a pound of silver!

You must have a sword, and you must always use soap. Compared with the sword, the fact of soap can be slowed down.

On February 17, the yellow and white soaps had finished baking. They had shrunk badly one by one. They were baked instead of air-dried. The sulfur soap was covered with dense cracks.

A wooden table was placed in the empty field in front of the long house of the priest. As many as fifty pieces of sulfur soap were deliberately piled into a pyramid shape at the request of Rurik.

More than five hundred people rushed to the long house of the priest. The crowd was hopping and jumping, and some even climbed onto the roof of their house, wishing for the so-called golden special soap.

Chief Otto stood with the priests again this time, and he had already experienced the sensation of washing his hands with a handful of sulfur soap just now in the long house of the priest.

As far as the body feel is concerned, there is nothing more magical than the previous soap effect. What is remarkable is its color, which is like a daisy in early autumn. The color makes people feel comfortable.

The crowd is chattering. In addition to the wealthy tribal warriors who are interested in buying, there are also a large group of people watching the excitement.

Some children got out of the crowd. They were horrified by the majesty of the leader, so they could only stand blankly, keeping a distance from the beautiful exhibits on the wooden table.

"Brothers, I'm glad you are here. Shut up now!" Otto raised his arms and his loud baritone calmed everyone.

"I told you a few days ago that my son Rurik got Odin's enlightenment again. Odin felt that our tribe lacked color, so Rurik gave the priests to make this..." A piece of sulphur soap weighing two pounds was held in your hand and held up high, "Keep your eyes open and look at it, that's it!"

"Brothers, how beautiful this baby is. They can still wash your clothes. The special smell can also prevent the hateful lice from continuing to harass. Don't you want to put such a beautiful color baby in your home? A treasure unique to our Ross tribe! Brothers, Odin gave us the opportunity to get it, and now I give you the opportunity to buy it. As long as three silver coins, you can get it! Those who do this will please Odin, It is bound to enter Valhalla..."

Lurik feels like he has entered a 9th century exhibition site, and his father is directly possessed by a profiteer. The big bearded mouth was so loud, as if he bought this sulfur soap and got a ticket to Happy Valhalla.

Looking at the excited eyes of the onlookers, Rurik believed very much that not only did his people believe it, the wealthy households were also willing to pay.

Otto then raised his arms and shouted: "Come and buy all, with money to buy. Don't come if you don't have money, wait until you have enough money!"

As for soap, it is not tribal spoils.

In daily life, residents are exchanging goods such as gadgets and clothes that they produce with each other. As long as there is demand, there is trade. The spontaneous trade of these residents can be said to be since ancient times. Now Otto is selling this batch of sulfur soap on behalf of the priests, which is to turn low-level trade into a commodity trade.

Before the winter of 828, this kind of thing did not exist at the root. However, when the spring of 829 was approaching, people were already happy to see that someone could provide a large amount of high-quality daily necessities.

Many people have already bought soap at home, and it has not been used up yet. These people are here to join in the fun, just to see the appearance of the yellow and white soap. After all, three silver coins are enough to buy fish for nearly two months! You can also buy three deerskins. Spending huge sums of money to buy it is really an act of self-certification of financial resources.~~1~.~~1z.c

Ordinary people are not willing to use precious silver to buy "guldensopa", that is, "golden soap". Today it is right to watch local tyrants perform.

There are still thirty wealthy people willing to pay the money, and their heroism is also familiar to Otto.

How do they have money? It is nothing more than the outstanding performance in foreign affairs, including the large-scale battle with the fishermen of Gotland more than seven years ago. That battle made many people become heroes of the tribe and gained a fortune.

Defeat the enemy, take possession of the enemy's wealth, and become rich. An ordinary Ross fisherman longs for this, and thinks it is the only way he has a chance to become rich through short-term adventure battles.

So they are just fishermen, just brave warriors.

If you want to obtain wealth and produce consumer goods for profit, there is no other way than a merchant who works as a peddler.

Otto thought that these sulfur soaps would be sold out today, but in reality it was a slap in the face.

He sold out for thirty yuan, and the rest continued to pile on the table, waiting for buyers.

"Doesn't anyone continue to buy it? Could it be that you can't afford the three silver coins anymore?"

Can't afford to pay? It is indeed unaffordable.

A young man came out of the crowd. This son is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. The beard that has just grown proves that his immature, thin body and his ambition are really not suitable for him.

"Great leader, our young warriors don't have enough money, we want more silver coins. If you can, I hope you can lead us to find a group of enemies and destroy them all, let us take their money box!"

"Oh? Are you going to robbery?" Otto asked loudly on purpose.

"Yes! We should take revenge! It has been for many years! We are going south to find revenge for those nasty Gotlanders! They killed us many years ago, and this revenge must be revenge."

As soon as this remark came out, the sentiment was immediately excited.

Russ, like other tribes, their tribesmen died in the war, and the living tribes should take revenge as soon as possible.

The results of it? Otto is already in his fifties, his mentality has become very calm, and he has gradually lost the courageous and ruthless spirit he had when he was young. For several years, Otto has not chosen revenge for a long time.

There is also Arik in the crowd. He was pulling his wife to watch the excitement. He heard someone chanting revenge, and his thoughts instantly returned to the pain of childhood.

The so-called warrior who has just grown a beard is only fifteen years old, just because the Nordic people have long looked like adults, and a boy seems to be a sea warrior. First release https://https://

Arik struggling to get out of the crowd, raised his already muscled right arm and clenched his fist deeply.

He stepped forward and faced his uncle: "Great leader, it has been seven years, isn't it time for revenge yet?"

I don't know who suddenly yelled: "Vengeance! We have to make the Gotlanders pay the price. They attacked our fleet first. It's time to take away all their wealth."

Immediately afterwards, the crowd started shouting with the same word-revenge.

But, do they really want revenge? Rurik was stunned in such a lively scene, he couldn't help but uttered in his heart, you must know that more than 500 muscle-bursting men burst out with amazing roars at exactly the same rhythm. This scene is reproduced on the battlefield~ www.mtlnovel.com~ Can't you scare the enemy out of their heads before using the swordsman?

According to tribal traditions, Rurik knew that his cousin's grievances must be reported.

These men, sometimes Rurik feels that they are gentle in their daily lives. That's not true! Once involved in the battle, they instantly transformed into bloodthirsty berserkers.

is that they are now proposing to organize manpower to go to the Gotland people's residence for revenge. How could the purpose be to revenge as simple as that?

They are just going to ask for money! The problem is very simple. As long as you grab the wealth that those people have hoarded, you can buy better clothes, more beautiful soap, and a steel sword that cuts off ordinary iron swords.

The steel sword is not out of reach, but is equivalent to six gold coins, or sixty silver coins.

As long as there is a chance to go on an expedition and defeat a formidable enemy on the battlefield, he will definitely get a lot of wealth after the war. The fisherman who stayed in his hometown in this way was not worthy to accuse the conquerors of getting a lot of spoils at the risk of dying in battle to get a large sum of money.

If the dream is out of reach, many people try to find that hope is slim, and generally give up. Those who persist for a lifetime, the successful are also one in a million.

However, once the dream is not so extreme and there are reasonable means to realize it, why not take the risk immediately?

The people were caught in a frenzy of madness, as if waiting for the leader to raise his arms and issue an order to organize a fleet expedition after the ice melted.

Otto frowned deeply, stretched his beard-filled mouth, and had to organize his own language to respond to their excitement.