Arik and his guys walked a bit, and soon they picked up these specially processed leathers, or "quilts".

The leader's son, Lurik, used the money he earned to build a batch of new-style houses. This matter is well known to the tribe.

, Arik, who has returned, has visited the dormitory prepared by his younger brother for the servant many times. Of course, he also subconsciously feels that living on a wooden platform has a peculiar feeling of chopping fish meat.

As for the other people who carry quilts, it is the first time they have participated. It can't be said to be an eye-opener, different from the previous accommodation feeling, they can really feel it.

"Just put things here." Rurik told the people in a slightly commanding tone. He especially told his elder brother: "Brother, you spread a quilt flat on the platform."

"Okay." Arik finished quickly, "What then?"

"Put the second one on."

"Ok."

Arik was thinking of spreading out the shop casually, but Rurik asked him to lay it out like a bag. After a few moves, everyone can see that this is the sleeping shack on the wooden table.

"That's it? Are you satisfied?" Arik asked.

"very nice."

After that, Rurik flicked his neck and ordered: "Lu Mia, take off your boots and crawl me into this bag."

"Yes..." The girl hesitated.

She kicked off her slightly crude leather boots, sat sideways on the so-called real bedside, and got into the quilt in full view.

Suddenly, a feeling of floating affects the whole body.

"What do you think?" Rurik asked.

At this moment, Lumia's face is already smiling: "It's very comfortable. I am really flat underneath. I can actually lie down relaxed and feel like lying on the flat grass. No! It's so warm!"

"Of course, you are wrapped in leather and linen. Come down now."

The bed with the eight classics is indeed a brand new experience for Lumia. She got down and put her shoes on again with some reluctance.

Lurik looked up at his brother proudly: "Look, my servants can't lie. I have many servants in the future, and they live here."

Arik interrupted his brother suddenly: "Comfortable? How can it be so comfortable?"

"Oh? How about you try?"

"I can't ask for it."

After that, Arik took off his boots and got into the quilt. It has to be said that because Rurik deliberately purchased leather with a larger surface area, which can cover a larger area. Arik also experienced the relaxing feeling of lying down, which was completely different from sleeping on the ground with a sleeping pit.

"Ah! Really comfortable, so warm."

Arik is still the "Chief of the Second War". Before the chief leader Otto announced the abolition of this temporary position, Arik was still a "military general" in the clan, so he has a natural appeal.

Seeing the heroic Arik's high praise, the men who carried the quilt simply tried.

quilts are all prepared for the servants, and Rurik saw that his people were trying to lie on the wooden bed wrapped in cups, and he was eager for the people to do so.

With his first attempt at happiness, Arik suddenly realized one thing. Sleeping on a wooden platform like fish on a cutting board?

! Obviously it is a particularly comfortable experience.

The sun gradually slanted west, and the soft light in the afternoon passed through the wooden windows set up in the servants' dormitory, giving the people inside a drowsy feeling.

Arik's hunger in his stomach forced him to suspend his current comfort experience. He sat on the bedside instinctively and looked up at his brother: Rurik, you really have you! Do you have more ways to enjoy?

"How to enjoy? There are many more." Rurik squeezed his chin: "How do you feel?"

"Very comfortable. I already know how to do it. I'm going to ask a carpenter to make two flat wooden tables. Rurik, you gave me at least four quilts like this. I know you asked those women to make a lot of them. You should acceptable."

"You are really my good brother." Rurik pursed his mouth, making a deliberately displeased expression.

Lurik is not angry. He originally hoped that the people would abandon the so-called traditional custom of sleeping on the ground and enter the beautiful age of sleeping on wooden beds as soon as possible. This requires some role models worthy of everyone's trust, and Arik may be a competent role model.

"You're angry?"

"No, I don't. It's perfectly fine to give you four, but you have to tell me, why do you want so many?"

"My stupid brother!" Arik, who was sitting on the bedside, smiled and stretched out his right hand, gently touching his brother's forehead with his finger: "My uncle and your sister (actually my sister-in-law) are coming back soon. You know Yes, I feel great! I will sleep on a wooden bed in the future. I know why my Peravina said sleeping on a wooden board is particularly comfortable. Ah! It's really comfortable. Those Novgorod people still I'll enjoy it."

"So, what are you going to do?" Arik asked.

"I'll go to the carpenter now. Brother, you have given too many gifts to the servant, but don't forget your own home. Your mother should also enjoy it."

"How can I forget?" Rurik pointed his little hand: "Don't forget, what is under construction there is my new home. I hope that the new house will be completed when Dad returns."

Arik nodded deeply: "That is, my uncle is destined to come back much later this year. Ah! I will be a father soon. Everything is wonderful."

Arik took his people and left from here, and Ruriek ordered those who helped take care of the house and asked them to take good care of all the new quilts.

The two brothers went home together. This night, they were still laying on the floor, but they were all wrapped in new quilts and went to sleep.

Early in the morning, life is business as usual.

Before his uncle, his wife, and other people came back, Arik took his former home and lived with his aunt and cousin.

After Arik woke up, he couldn't wait to find some skilled boat builders in the tribe.

artisans are easy to find because their homes are always located by the sea.

Due to the influx of a large amount of currency into Roseburg, the tribal shipbuilding industry was also strongly stimulated.

The young people who have enjoyed the dividends of the war, with the money in their hands, can finally realize their childhood dream of owning their own boat.

The ding-ding-dong-dong in those docks continued, a large amount of wood was transported to the beach, and some areas became open-air shipyards.

They are willing to pay thirty to sixty silver coins to order a small fishing boat of their own. With your own boat, even if you do not participate in war operations in the future, you can control your boat to fish at sea and settle down.

Even this small boat has become a coffin at the end of his life.

The shipbuilding industry began to flourish. What's even more prosperous is that every day there are small boats of foreign merchants, or a solitary boat, or a fleet of three or five small boats, carrying a variety of goods to the place in Roseburg. Dumping.

Because the business people are also following a myth about wealth, that is, the Ruth people suddenly become rich, and as long as they take useful things with them, they can make high profits.

Arik found the shipbuilder early in the morning, paid a small sum of money, and asked the shipbuilder to piece together a wooden platform. He tried his best to sign and supervise at all times, so in the afternoon, the construction of two wooden beds was completed.

He squeezed his chin and tasted his wooden bed, using his imagination to piece it together to form a big bed, so that he and his wife could sleep on it.

does not need high-quality bedding, just laying on the animal skins must be flat and warm.

Looking at the empty space under the wooden bed, where things can be stored naturally.

He yelled his **** guys, and carried the wooden bed back to his house, which was temporarily deserted.

"Excellent. That's it." Arik looked confidently at his wooden bed, two pieces put together, it looked so huge.

"Brother, are you and your wife sleeping on this?" a guy asked curiously.

"Yes, Ezov, I advise you to follow my example. Don't sleep on the ground anymore!"

"If you don't sleep on the ground, just sleep on the board?"

"Yes." Arik's eyes were full of hope: "In the future, our big leader will sleep on a wooden board, and so will the big leader's children. The leader will demonstrate, and we must follow the leader's request."

"Oh, since the leader likes it, of course those of us must obey." One said so, the others nodded one after another.

In an instant, Arik developed ten people. The ten young tribesmen immediately ran to the beach to find the boat builders who had thrown them at work, with the money they prepared, eager to get their wooden bed early.

Things are destined to exceed Rurik's imagination. As soon as the news spread, it gradually became that the chief Otto ordered the people to sleep on the wooden planks supported by four wooden stakes.

For the time being, Rurik does not care about whether the tribe's "wood bed revolution" can be successfully completed in a short time.

still this day.

In the afternoon, Liu Rick ate the fish, and he didn't deserve to have fun with his young men.

He went straight to the long house of the priest alone, and after a lapse of many days, he found the priestess Palla, who had completely fallen to nothing.

Actually, most priestesses became indulged in pleasure because of the huge sum of money. They eat barbecue and drink ale in their own glasses.

As for the approaching priests of the summer solstice, they are all looking at the face of "High Priest" Bona.

It's just a sacrifice, just walk through the scene as usual.

The long house of the priests is a forbidden area for most of the people. In fact, if you rush into the long house of the priests, no one will be surrounded. The priests concocted the curse that "hard rush will be condemned by the heavens", and it was really scared that the people did not dare to run around. .

But what about the interior of the long house of the priest? The situation has really become a bit erosive.

Lurik opened the leather curtain and entered the hall of the long house of the priest.

Putting it aside before, this place must be a scene of a group of priestesses boiling oil.

Due to the poor ventilation system, the interior of the long house is always full of the smell of burnt fat, and even the smoke of charcoal fire.

The priestess who boiled the oil disappeared, and the hall became deserted, but the intoxicating aroma filled the air, Rurik immediately noticed that someone must be drinking in the big bowl!

"Where are you? Bona? How about you? Are you drinking?"

Leurik's call did not call Bona, but successfully mobilized Palla, who was very clear-headed.

Specifically, the priestess who will be taken away by herself walked out of the priests' living room, her face looked a little sorry.

"Liurik, don't call Bona anymore," she said as she walked.

Liurik greeted him: "What's the matter? Could it be that the woman was so drunk?"

Palla shrugged: "You are really right."

"Go, take me to see."

The so-called priestess's living room is just a larger compartment. Even the priests follow the tradition of laying on the floor, but their sleeping nests are arranged quite neatly.

The closer I approached this compartment, the more the wine smelled.

Eight oil lamps were lit on the wooden wall of the dim compartment, and under the lamps were a group of corrupt people. They lay crookedly, there was still some liquid in the glass beside them, no doubt it was wine.

The origin of erosion lies in a pottery urn in the center of the room. Through the smell, Rurik realized that it was a jar of wine.

He walked over and pulled out the big wooden cork from the pottery urn with both hands, which shocked Palla.

"Liurik, you want to drink?"

"What? I can't?" Rurik turned his head and asked.

"It's not impossible. It's this wine, it...it's not the same."

Palla looked cautious, and the more he was like this, the more Rurik had to try.

He asked, "Is there anything strange in the wine? It looks like you didn't drink it."

"I don't dare to drink this kind of wine, I always feel that there is a spicy feeling of eating onions. Oh, it's really strange." Palla kept shaking her head to show her dislike.

"Is it still spirits?"

Lurik looked at the priestesses who were lying in the sleeping den, so that he stretched his arms into the pottery urn, Palla wouldn't say anything anyway.

Leurik rolled up his sleeves and stirred his little hands in the urn. He took out his arm and licked his tongue cautiously.

Suddenly, a pungent sensation acted on the tip of the tongue.

It was an incredible excitement, and Rurik exclaimed, "Is it hard liquor? Parla, where did you get this thing?"

"It's the foreign merchants. Look at them. They started drinking yesterday, and they are now like this."

"Hangover? You guys really...soon it will be the summer solstice sacrifice, the priests are like this."

Lurik is very speechless, but what can be done?

He licked his fingers again and tasted the acridity, only then made sure that he was too arbitrary in his judgment of "spirit".

The alcohol content in pottery urn is absolutely higher, which may be the 13 level of ordinary dry red wine, which is far from the blended vodka and Erguotou.

He estimated that those allies in the south have the highest ability to make wine, and such a degree is enough to turn people who drink too much into a puddle of mud.

Perhaps for the priests, they especially like this kind of bewilderment, as if the mental power has left the body and become ecstatic.

Lurik put on the wooden cork again, shook his hand vigorously, and mumbled casually: "You guys can drink! Drinking desperately, the alcohol is poisoned to death."

Actually, Rurik would like to see priests like Bona become wine sacs and rice bags. If they continue to rot like this, they may not have greater ambitions.

Lurik cheered up and asked Parla: "You just don't like to drink? Actually, I think the taste of this wine is very good."

"They don't give me a drink. I don't really care." That's the case, Parla has regrets on her face.

Rurik squatted down and rubbed his hands with the leather at his fingertips: "You don't want to learn from them, and don't drink. Since they push you out, don't sleep here anymore. If you say yes, you will make soap for me. , I think the time is ripe. You can roll up your bedding and follow me now."

"Okay. Anyway, I have no nostalgia for this place. Let this group of stupid women drink every day and become waste."

Because of the hangover of a priestess, UU reads www.uuknshu Com Palla's fluffy brown braids can criticize these guys without any scruples.

She did not hesitate to pack up her so-called bedding, that is, two pieces of leather and a folded burlap ball. The linen ball was stretched into a strip, and Parla used it as a cloth rope, covering up all his leather and binding it firmly.

She carried the bedding on her shoulder with her right arm, and picked up a linen bag on the left and right, containing a small amount of small life objects.

These are all the belongings of a priestess of hers, and they can be described in one word-shabby.

Suddenly, a key issue caused Parla's concern: "Rurik, I'm going with you, you must provide me with a reasonable accommodation."

"Oh, I have prepared a place for you." Rurik asked deliberately, "You should know that I sent someone to build some special houses."

"Yes, I know. It is said that you got inspiration from a woman in Novgorod?"

"Yes, now you will be the first occupant of the new house. Don't worry, my servants will be here soon. They will be a group of little girls. I hope you can educate them about things then, plus You will make soap for me, you will do many things for me, and I will always give you enough money. Don't worry, I will not treat you badly."

"Oh, I trust you very much, Rurik." Parla said.

"Then go and get out of this rotten room. I want to visit Grandma Villa first, and then I have to solve your accommodation problem first."