The mere 80,000 pounds of grain is just the beginning, and the grain trade itself is also the largest trade item in the entire Mind Sub-Tribal Alliance, and even in the entire sea area. Gould only wanted to gather more food and transport it all to Roseburg. He couldn't help but speculate that maybe he emptied the food he collected from his home in August. The scale is afraid that Rurik doesn't have enough money to afford it!

This matter is not a problem either.

Food! It is used for eating, and it can also be used for making wine.

Gould estimated that he could build a new home in Roseburg and a large granary. In this way, Rurik can slowly buy food from his own hands. At that time, it is estimated that not only Rurik, but the entire Ross tribe will buy food from themselves.

After all, the population of the Ross tribe now settled in Roseburg is not much smaller than the core settlement of Mellaren. The leader of the Rus is now keen to marry the Novgorod in the east, so that the future Rus tribe should be able to surpass the Mlaren tribe. Whether the Roths can become the new leader, Gould cannot make an accurate estimate. The only thing he can be sure of is that he can get the development dividends of the Ros.

The Ross people have a more wonderful market, and because they have established a more and more intimate relationship with the local leaders, this relationship will bring a more wonderful future for their family. When the time comes, it will be more than just more money.

Gould began a beautiful fantasy. The more fantasy, the more he wanted to touch his goods and be immersed in happiness.

In the middle of the night, the mercenaries smoothed out the ruts made by the carts that pulled Maizi to the empty field, and they fell asleep one after another.

Gould didn't linger with the two maids anymore, didn't even have time to take care of his other five wives, and didn't want to talk with the children anymore.

He was alone, holding an oil lamp, and stroking a large amount of wheat bought during the day in his warehouse.

A figure walked into him quietly.

"Jeflo, you haven't rested yet?"

The mercenary captain Yevro hurriedly said respectfully: "Oh, my lord, I am your servant. I must take care of your cargo closely. I'm here for routine inspection."

"Your loyalty reassured me. Now, let's sit down and talk."

They were all their own goods, and Gould didn't think the linen bag was dirty at all, so he found a linen bag and sat down at random.

He put the oil lamp on the ground and patted the seat on the right again: "Jevlo, sit next to me."

"My lord, is this all right?"

"Let you come over soon!"

"Yes."

The young Yevro is the only strong man. He is a Finn. Although he has not grown up like a bear-like figure of a traditional Viking, he has mastered many flexible combat skills when fighting.

He is always wearing a leather armor, his saber is always hung around his waist, and a hemp rope is tied to his forehead to restrain the curly short hair.

Jeflo sat down with a cautious expression.

"My lord, have a new order?"

Hearing it, Gould sighed: "Don't talk about this first. Look!" Gould pointed to his own goods: "These are wheat, they are all wheat they searched from the tribal farmers. These wheat, I have to transport it to Roseburg and sell it to the Ross people."

"Yes."

He pointed to another pile of goods: "There are soupa in it, a kind of sulphur-added treasure that can wash away all dirt. It was invented by Rurik of Ross. I will clean up these sales and earn money. A lot of wealth."

"There is another pile of fur goods." Yevlo added.

"The fur goods are also made by the Ross people. But this year, I can make a huge sum of money as long as I sell all the soupa. In the fall, we will ship the wheat to the Ross people, and the Rurik will pay me a huge sum of money. At that time, I can still import another batch of soupa, and I will become richer next year."

After listening carefully, Jeflo sounds like the one who can bring wealth to the owner is "Rurik of Ross".

"Rurik? Is that a businessman?"

"Businessman?" Gould smiled, and his big hand slapped Jevlo's muscular back. "My child, that Ruriek is a businessman, but not a businessman either."

"So, who is he?"

"Oh, of course it is the next leader of the Ross people. He is a man of God who has been blessed by God, even though Rurik is only an eight-year-old child."

"What? That Rurik is only eight years old?! Only eight years old? Master, then those soupa..."

"It's him! And the saber I sold, it's a magical sword that can cut everything, and it was forged by the wisdom that Rurik bestowed on being a subway maker. For you..." Gould turned sideways. Looking at the eyes of the loyal servant, his hands gradually pinched Jevlo's neck.

"My lord, do you... have any instructions? I am your sword, and I will do anything for you."

"My sword?" Gould smiled and shook his head. Then, he raised his head and looked up at the beams of the warehouse, staring hollowly at the shadows on the roof shaking under the faint flame of the oil lamp.

Gould's thoughts couldn't help returning to a long time ago. "Jeflo, you were a child at that time. I gave you the possibility to live, and you did a lot for me. It was I who raised you, and I trained you to be a fighter. You are like My son, you are not my son either."

"grown ups"

"How I hope my sons can have your physique, but they are more enthusiastic about eating and drinking, and they will eventually be as fat as me. Now, I have taught my sons how to do business. Their self-struggle. I have an agreement with Rurik that we are at the end of the Ankras era, and in the future, our family will be blessed by the Rus.

I am old, and maybe my life will come to an end soon. It is their business whether the sons can carry forward the wealth accumulated in my life. And you! "

"My lord?" Yevlo said alertly.

"You are the token I agreed with Rurik. Jeflo, you have to leave me, and you have to serve a new master."

Hearing this, Jeflo's heart seemed to be pierced by a sword.

Jeflo hurriedly got up and knelt before Gould, almost kicking the oil lamp over.

"My lord, is it because of my poor service?"

"No. If you are my son, I am very happy, but unfortunately you are not. If you want to be my sword, that's good. I want to give you to Rurik, and you will be the sword of Rurik, Serve him and be loyal to him."

"My lord!" Yevlo suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of regret and incomprehension.

More than ten years later, Jeflo has forgotten the faces of his biological parents. When he was young, he was taken away by a group of pirates, and he was sent to the Mellaren Bazaar after being moved around. Or because of my rebelliousness, I don't have a buyer.

Only Gould, this man didn't taboo anything.

Gould, what he needed back then was not a "talking animal", but a loyal and personal soldier. This demand dictated that Gould gave Jeflo some love, but he did not give much but just right.

From Gould, Jeflo has gained a considerable fortune over the years, and has developed a martial art that can beat ten.

Today, Gould is located at the home of the Unkras tribe, and the commander-in-chief of the mercenary guard is he Yevlo.

This trust and care has completely surpassed the relationship between master and servant.

In Jeflo's heart, Gould had become a father-like existence.

Gould will never be the real father, and the times have really changed...

"Are you frustrated?" Gould asked deliberately.

"No, it's an order from an adult, I will do it well."

"Your voice is a little low, and you are still depressed. Jeflo, you are twenty-five years old, and many men have two children by this time. Are you planning to give everything for me? When I am old and dead, Are you going to die for me? Don't be silly!"

"I...I do."

"Shut up!" Gould suddenly put his big hand on Yevlo's puffy head, "You should have a better piety, I can't give it to you, but Rurik can. That is a world with infinite possibilities. His child is also a very reasonable child. Rurik is not only a person blessed by God, but also a virtuous and good person. And you, go to be his captain of the guard to protect his safety. I have been with Ross People made an agreement, and when the autumn arrives at Roseburg, I will no longer be your master."

Gould said the words to death, and these words also came to Jeflo's heart.

Rurik? Is that a magical kid? Yevlo was puzzled when the master confided what the child said about it. Looking at the goods in the warehouse, it was obvious that the master was serious.

The night talk tonight made Jeflo's mind very confused. He returned to his own small house and lay on his own leather cushion, with his hands resting on his head and sleepless night.

In Unkras, as Gould's mercenary captain, Jeflo had a lot of power at a young age.

For example, the security work of the entire "Wooden Castle" is personally in charge of Jevlo. Since he was twenty years old, he defeated Gould's other mercenaries by means of internal martial arts, and has held this power.

Going to be the servant of Rurik the Roth? The future is full of unknowns.

Time just passed in peace.

In the ancient countryside, life was always extremely slow.

At the end of April, the Rus expeditionary force attacked Gotland. However, news of the attack on Gotland Island has spread to the surrounding area of Lake Mlaren in May!

It was in late May that a traveling merchant from the Melaren tribe, while selling iron farm tools, set up a stall under a big tree by the way, and chatted with boring farmers about distant stories. Gotland was attacked! Some travellers claimed to be the Merlaren tribe. After all, only the Merlaren tribe can organize a powerful force to avenge the previous fights.

And more travellers insisted that it was the Ross people.

The news reached Gould's house, and the public opinion of the entire family was moved by the righteous deeds of the Roths.

Because those Gotlanders are traitors to the Alliance, they actually took refuge in the Danes!

Only Gould, he was happy to see a victory for the Roths. Everyone also knows that the Gotland people are very wealthy, and they will take the initiative to collude with the Danes just to get more wealth.

Gould keenly estimated that the victory of the Roths would inevitably yield a large amount of spoils, such as a large number of silver coins and gold coins.

It can be said that after learning of this good news, the entire Anklas tribe fell into happiness.

The majority of the residents of the tribe are already facing the dilemma of insufficient food. They know that the landlords have forcibly bought the surplus food from their hands. They have verbal anger about this, and that's it.

I can't, I'll leave my hometown after throwing away the farmland! For example, go to the Mellaren tribe to work as a coolie? It's better to stay in your hometown and be a farmer.

The Ankras tribe living in the inland areas cannot, like their other kinsmen, be happy on the sea or get food all year round just by fishing from the sea. The peasants are itching, they have never seen the appearance of the Ross people, in short, those people are their allies.

For the sake of storytelling, travellers deliberately exaggerated the actions of the Rus in Gotland.

Even some businessmen very irresponsibly claimed that the Rus army completely wiped out the entire Gotland Island.

The people of the tribe felt their allies' majestic power, and they couldn't help but tickled their hearts and imagined that they were also part of the army crusade against the Gotland. This will not only give revenge to the Alliance, but he will also be able to reap a large amount of loot.

The good news has greatly eased the hungry stomachs of the Anklas people, and the good news is like food for the mind.

Here, Gould, he hoarded 80,000 pounds of dry oats, plus his own surplus, the total amount was as high as 100,000 pounds.

In Gould's house, no one knew what it was like to be hungry. Even with those mercenaries, they had two pounds of wheat for a day's food, and they basically had a meal of fish and meat. The energy that these mercenaries get from food every day is close to the level of heavy infantry more than a thousand years later. After eating so much, they are not only raised fat and strong, but also spend a lot of time in combat training every day.

The mercenaries are all sighing, their own benefactors are really rare in generosity! If you stop training and still eat this kind of food, within half a year, you will become a fat seal.

The ordinary farmers are too thin, especially the children of farmers, the ribs are clearly visible.

The farmers were timid just seeing Gould's burly mercenary.

Gould had no intention of selling wheat to his people anymore, and the food would continue to be hoarded until August.

He just sat and watched the people hungry, because it had nothing to do with him.

What's more, the chieftain, Ungriffe, encourages hungry farmers~www.mtlnovel.com~ to fish for hunger in the streams and lakes by himself, and a businessman is concerned about what he does so much.

Gould only cared about whether he could make a fortune in the Mellaren Bazaar. He counted the days and finally set the departure time.

The time has come to May 30, and Gould has been in his hometown for more than 30 days!

In these thirty days, he determined two other things.

It is the two Briton women who bought by me. They have no monthly affairs in May in the Julian calendar.

What this means cannot be clearer.

In his own home, Gould had a happy family dinner, and then rewarded the two women with their beautiful clothes and some silver jewelry, just like the last three of his five wives.

The status of the two maids has been upgraded! But if they want to be promoted to wives, they must give birth to a son for Gould. Regarding this matter, Gould is always very trustworthy and responsible. Even if they gave birth to a daughter a year later, Gould would not dislike it, but asked the two maids to speak again as soon as possible until they gave birth to a son.