It can be said that because people in this time and space always lack strong stimuli in taste, this makes everyone get a certain strong stimulus, and they will become incapable of stopping and eager to enjoy them from time to time.

Human beings are like this. The people of Northern Europe are no different. Everyone is always going further and further on the road of pursuing stimulation and feeling.

The pursuit of spirits is one, and the same mechanism will be used for the days that will not survive without coffee and peppers in the future.

So, why do Germans like the extremely bitter dark beer? Residents of the Frankish Kingdom also brewed a variety of ale. As a result, the East Franconian Kingdom was very good at brewing rye into wine. After deep brewing and freezing, the alcohol content of the dark beer can be processed to 8.

This degree is already very amazing. In order to obtain an exhilarating body feel, the German residents have adapted to the bitterness of dark beer and described it as a unique mellow taste.

Of course, rye is brewed and processed. The residents of Novgorod already know how to brew leftover rye bread into alcoholic beverages with a unique aroma and slightly sweet taste. That is Kvass, but its production is even rarer than brewing ale in reality.

The reason is also very simple. Even if the people of Novgorod have always understood the skill of brewing ale, and have more creatively invented the skill of brewing Kvass, it is too precious to suffer only from food, and they rarely waste wheat in this way.

Once experienced the pungent stimulation from high alcohol in the mediocre life, Otto's head was subjected to this stimulation, plus it also has the legendary identity of "Valhalla Wine".

Otto, he now thinks, what kind of stuff was the wine he drank before...

Simply weak burst.

The distilled wine was unexpectedly processed by Rurik's so-called processing technology, removing a large part of the substances that are extremely harmful to the human body. Alcohol is accompanied by the peculiar fragrance of oatmeal, which is extremely comfortable to smell, and then the pungency in the mouth for a moment, the mouth feels a little pain, when it enters the stomach, it is the warmth of the whole body. Where has Otto received such stimuli in his life? !

But the stimulus still needs to go further.

Otto is greedy for a cup. He really likes this amazing wine. He hasn't realized the consequences of drinking it all. Now he just wants to completely drink up all the fruits of the smithy in the afternoon.

The glass was filled again, and there was almost no drop left in the large glass bottle.

"Dad, don't rush to drink." Liu Likla said while holding the old father's shirt.

"Oh? Do you want to drink a little too?"

"No! You put the cup on the ground, I..." Halfway through the conversation, Rurik turned around and ran into the furnace that burned for iron making. After a while, he returned with a small burning stick.

"What is this going to do?" Otto asked.

Clavassen and Kawei are also puzzled.

Rurik just squatted down. He didn't say anything. He just touched the burning stick lightly to the glass, and the whole mouth of the glass ignited like a fire!

The faint flame made Klavason sit on the ground all of a sudden!

Kawei and his wife Lilia, who were onlookers, were shocked that their lips were shaking.

Otto had never seen such a miracle. He changed his mind, even rubbed his eyes before sitting on the ground, holding his breath and watching the flames in the cup.

Here, the only person who enjoys blooming is Rurik!

"A miracle! What a miracle! Rurik, is this also a miracle that Valhalla can have?!" Otto's expression is like a child, and everyone can feel that this old guy has experienced a certain spirit that has never been seen before. stimulate.

How should I respond?

For a while, it's impossible to popularize alcohol burning. Liux simply said: It's the miracle of Valhalla. Yes, I got the enlightenment in my dream again. I learned that Asgard's wine is like this. Yes, now we have made it in Fanchen, we Ross people only need to use the tools we made to achieve similar drinking enjoyment."

"Yes...Is that so?" Otto didn't think Rurik's remarks were lame, but should be a real truth.

Otto's next move also surprised Rurik, so he took a sip of "burning wine".

Yes, I think the name of the tribe I belong to is "Ros", a very wild tribe from its roots!

The Rus, as well as their Slavic descendants, many of them madmen who dared to pour extreme alcohol.

However, it was his turn to drink spirits, and Rurik believed very much that only Oriental talents were the heroes in this area. Because the data will not deceive people, in the world after a millennium, the Eastern talents actually consume the highest spirits per capita.

The vodka that is distilled and concentrated to 96 is the base alcohol, and ordinary people drink it already diluted to 40, or even 38. Furthermore, in order to eliminate the bitter taste in the wine, pay attention to birch juice, lemon juice, honey, or something else.

It can be said that from the beginning, vodka has been specially made into cocktails.

Rurik's mood was quite agitated, and the burning flame fully proved one thing-this is the real spirit!

He knows the lower limit of the concentration of an alcohol burning, which is roughly 41.

Dilute the alcohol with pure water. After the concentration is stuck at this point, the wine can be used as a burning agent, and he can estimate the lower limit of his own distillation of alcohol.

Excited mood lingered around Rurik, his expression even became a little savage, and he threw the slow-burning wooden stick, and urged Otto, who was especially excited.

"Dad! Maybe this is Valhalla's fiery wine. After drinking it, I think you will be full of strength." Rurik deliberately urged.

"Strength? Like becoming younger? Okay!"

Otto's old face is already a little red. It's not that alcohol is on his head. It will take some time for the spirit of alcohol to show up.

Now Otto is simply excited, he is holding the cup with flames in both hands.

What am I doing?

A cup of burning water?

No, this is wine!

I... actually use the crystal cup and drink the burning wine. Is this the miracle that Valhalla can have?

As the juncture approached, Otto hesitated for a while, and finally took a sip of the burning liquor in full view.

For this reason, his huge beard was scorched by the flames, and the moment the hot wine entered his mouth, he felt like a legendary monster, a snake that could breathe fire.

The wine that had been heated by the flame entered his stomach again, and Otto couldn't care about his beard that was scorched into powder, and hurriedly wiped his mouth, feeling the warmth in his stomach.

He looked at his son tenderly again, with a big hand directly over his head: "It's a good drink! I really...can't explain how I feel now. Rurik, you really have you."

"Dad, do you like it?" Rurik raised his head and asked knowingly.

"I like it! Of course I like it! I have decided now, I need more next, I will drink this every day."

The old father became an alcoholic in an instant? To be honest, Rurik was surprised at the change in Otto's attitude.

Otto looked at the same bearded Klavason with deep eyes, and it was obvious that he was talking to this old guy.

Cravason panicked, and some guilty said: "Boss, as long as it is your order, of course I will do it. But I have to tell you, in order to get what you just enjoyed...enjoy, your bucket Half of the ale has been consumed."

"Huh? How could it be possible?!" Otto flashed angrily in an instant.

Rurik explained immediately: "Dad, this is the truth. It's like iron ore. There are so many useless slags."

"Oh? That is to say, I spent ten silver coins to buy a pass of ale, and in the end I can only drink three glasses with this glass?"

"Exactly." Clavasson nodded. "However, perhaps the noble leader, you can handle such consumption. But you must provide me with enough ale."

"That's okay." Otto's big eyes just squinted into slits. At this moment, he didn't realize that because of the corrosive effect of alcohol, his spirit had become more and more emotional, and even his physical movements had changed. It was a bit exaggerated, and the voice gradually approached a roar.

He was like this, and the Clavassen father and son felt the majesty.

Only Rurik knew the old guy's changes best-the drunkenness finally began to come up.

Otto still recalled the taste of spirits. He looked at his son and mumbled: "? Is this the name of your wine? It doesn't sound good. Rurik, give me a better name, and be sure to follow your lips. "

Is there any other choice for a good name?

"It's called vodka."

"Vodka? It sounds pretty good." Otto didn't delve into the meaning of the word, he thought it was a lot easier.

Krulik deeply felt that vodka must be from the beginning, not just as the name of a wine. It is a culture, a symbol, and must become one of the symbols of the Rus people!

It is better to let other tribes and groups think of Ross when they think of vodka.

Rurik continued: "Dad, in order to make this vodka, I spent ten silver coins worth of ale, and now it is made into a burnable vodka. I don't think there is a problem with the price ten times higher."

"Ten times? A hundred silver coins?" Otto was taken aback.

"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, we Ross people need not only more fighters, but also more fighters. A lot of money! A lot of money. Dad, I'll beg you to get the ale. I beg you to buy all the ale in the hands of the merchants who live here in a short time."

Otto didn't think much, and nodded hurriedly: "Okay! Good things are ours."

Rurik's words were actually spoken to Clavasson. The old guy knew that he could get another chance to make a lot of money, so he laughed and said nothing.

What does Clavasson think? This 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 in practice. Glassware is expensive, and so is spirits. Combining the two, making big money is inevitable.

Otto confessed to Clavasson that he would come to take away the distilled vodka at noon tomorrow.

As the night was getting deeper, Otto felt that something was wrong with his body. He felt that he was too tired, and Rurik said concisely that he was drunk.

Otto was holding his son's hand, and at this moment the huge body had become dangling.

He muttered endlessly with the only remaining consciousness, all praising the beauty of spirits.

"Vodka is a good thing. Drinking a small cup will make you happy, drinking too much will make you sleepy. Dad, do you think you just drank a glass and a half? You almost drank that half barrel of ale!"

"Is there... there are so many? Not to mention, the last time I felt this way, it was after drinking a barrel of ale."

The old father still has this kind of experience? Rurik didn't know it himself, maybe this so-called bragging was actually the old guy's reminiscence of the young.

Otto didn't lie, he did have a beer belly, and his stomach was massive. Just out of the needs of combat and weapon fighting, his clothes are always restrained by belts, and the leather armor and chain mail he wears in battle seem to be full of muscles in Otto's body.

He has a large appetite, and it doesn't take much trouble to gnaw off a roasted lamb when he was young. On the issue of drinking ale, as long as he is diligent enough to walk the kidneys, it is normal for him to drink an oak barrel of wine.

Perhaps this is the power of genes.

In history, the Rurik family are all big wine barrels, as if people who have this blood have inherited a huge amount.

Rurik hadn't realized that his body, which was still weak and small, was born with the combat effectiveness of "Brother Liujin".

Otto, he took his son's hand and finally touched his door. He didn't even say hello to the guys who approached him. He really wanted to lie on his animal skin mattress and enjoy the body feeling like a soul floating.

It can be said that he walked into the house with his own willpower, and if he slackened in the middle, he would really fall asleep on the ground.

Niya has never seen her husband become this embarrassing virtue.

and many more? Really embarrassed? ! She felt that her husband was clearly enjoying it.

Otto's face seemed to be coated with cinnabar, and his body was sweating quickly.

Niya was surprised by his dazed appearance, and also surprised Lumia who was sewing animal skin clothes with a steel needle.

A husband who is so drunk makes his wife the most indignant, and the next thing is not unexpected at all.

Niya's mouth was cursing, but in the end he laid a leather mattress for him, and lay down the soft Otto with his arms.

But at this moment Otto said something incomprehensible. What soul went to the sky, what beautiful scenery of Valhalla.

"Ruriek, what's the matter with your father?" Niya questioned Rurik without exception.

"This... he is drunk."

"Drunk? How many barrels of ale did he drink?!"

"There are not a few barrels either. But I drank the vodka I made... made."

It's a strange vocabulary. Niya doesn't know what his son did during this period: "So, you succeeded? Let your father try it after you succeed?"

Rurik shrugged helplessly: "He is a man after all, and men always try something exciting."

"Oh! It's crazy." Niya rolled her eyes, then stared at Rurik: "You are also a man, you better not do this. You must always remember that when you are like this, at least by your side A woman must help."

"Of course. Lumia, she will help me." Rurik said casually.

"She? Forget it, she's just a servant." Niya's words were slightly contemptuous, but her eyes didn't notice Lumia's suddenly reddened face.

"Perhaps." Rurik sat down and leaned close to his head maid Lumia. "Mom, I'm hungry."

"Well, I'll get you some meat."

Rumia is not so much a servant, but Niya, who is the wife of the leader, is an old mother. It is also Otto who has his own understanding of life. He himself did have the thought of wives and concubines in groups. As he got older, this thought disappeared a lot, and has completely disappeared now.

If Otto could retain a trace of his thoughts in this regard, he would have been completely wiped out by the hot spirits now.

What's so good about women? Not as good as the vodka made by my son.

Otto fell into a long-lost hangover, and he felt that his soul was just being imprisoned in an aging body. Because of the spirits, he felt that he really flew up and flew towards the sky.

Otto began to fall asleep, and it was late at night. After serving the old guy, Niya leaned in anxiously and slept with her husband.

What Niya is particularly pleased in her life is that her husband has not betrayed herself. 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 was sorry for her husband, and boldly suggested that Otto find another young woman to give birth to a son who is expected to inherit the leader.

Otto disagreed, but after two months, Niya was really young and found out that she was pregnant again. More than half a year later, the magical Rurik was born.

His father's snoring noisy Rurik, and if his new home is now finished, he won't have to suffer this kind of torment anymore.

But my mother was almost immune to snoring. The old couple huddled together and fell asleep. It was obvious that even if they had great wealth, they saw each other as great wealth.

Where is Rurik's wealth? Now, there is a Lumia, and a large-scale servant team. They are not maids, they are all talents. In this era, talents are wealth, or in other words, the source of wealth creation.

Rurik moved the bedding to Lumia, locked in the corner, and was really surprised by the maid.

The girl was a little moved, as if her younger brother needed her sister's care.

"Masta, are you still up?"

"Some can't sleep, I just want to talk to you now."

"Okay. Come on." Lumia got up. Under the moonlight, she laid a blanket for her "brother" quite naturally.

Because of the previous conversation, Lumia is more aware of her importance to Rurik.

However, deep down in her heart, it was really hopeful that the leader of the Rus would just fall asleep to death. Lumia will never forgive Otto, but she has nothing but gratitude and dependence on Rurik. It was this friendship that forced her to accept herself as a daughter-like existence, ostensibly agree with Otto's majesty, and forced herself to accept her current destiny.

It would be best if Otto fainted, so that Rurik would be able to succeed as the leader immediately.

Lumia thought naively.

She also thought of other things, and when Rick came to her side, her eyes looked at the moon in the sky through the cracks in the wooden windows: "A person will die if he drinks too much wine. Wine can bring happiness. It can also eliminate some worries. Bona died like this. The priests almost messed up everything because of alcohol."

"Sister, what do you think?" Rurik was a little excited.

"Maybe the leader has drunk a lot, right?"

"Not many, there are as many as three oak glasses. But every glass is the essence of wine."

"So, you made it just to please the leader? Is it worth it?"

"There is still money, a lot of money." Rurik said ~www.mtlnovel.com~ But you are not short of money at all. "

"It's not just money. I'm making the best wine so that it is a medicine that can help the injured never worry about fever. It can even be used as a weapon. The best wine can burn, it It can even..."

Anyway, in the silent night, there was nothing to do, and Liu Lik made a popular science on alcohol.

Lumia seemed to understand, she clearly felt the excitement of her little master.

She looked at the moonlight and said long Shu: "Okay, 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, Lu Mia is now a girl in various senses, and herself, this body is still a thin child.

It is also a child. Before he becomes a leader, he still has a lot of time to do some strange things, which will eventually bring great benefits to himself and those loyal people.