An elderly Otto rarely enjoyed a hangover.

This night he slept very deeply, and when he woke up, the sun had already risen.

Perhaps the distillation process has eliminated a lot of dirty things. After waking up, he did not feel unbearable headaches. Instead, he felt a sense of emptiness, as if he had been rowing a boat all day and slept for a whole day. feel.

But thinking of the ecstasy feeling after being drunk, he got up and ate some bacon, hurriedly rushed to the blacksmith's shop in Clavasson, and took the last part of the distilled liquor.

Since having the first enjoyment, Otto really fell in love with it.

In the following days, the ale of the entire Ross tribe was concentrated in the hands of the leader.

Generally speaking, the market price of a barrel of ale in Roseburg tends to be ten silver coins. If you have the most mellow flavor, it is normal for the price to rise to twenty silver coins.

Usually the price is constant, but the situation has changed drastically this year.

In this era, ordinary civilians have gained wealth either because of accidents or because of war dividends. Don't expect them to save. It is normal to spend the first time to improve their lives.

This is what the theory of Malos's spiritual needs describes. In layman's terms, people have to eat full and then eat well.

How to eat well? Eating granola, grilling meat, and ale to accompany meals every day is a real joy.

The merchants deliberately raised prices, and the Ruths were also very powerful.

The first ale that entered Hong Kong has long been sold out. While the merchants took the opportunity to raise the price, more merchants began to spontaneously transport Mellaren's ale to Roseburg after inquiring.

Otto bought ten oak barrels of ale at nearly half the market price, for which he spent one hundred and fifty silver coins. These wines are not good wines, but even the most common things, he feels that Clavason is fully capable of turning them into vodka.

The so-called vodka nowadays is nothing but an exact name for the distilled spirits that Rurik gave to the Ross people to process themselves.

In Rurik's view, only those that are close to pure alcohol, without any aroma, and only have the smell of alcohol, are they worthy of being called vodka.

Inappropriately speaking, vodka can be said to be industrial alcohol without added acetone. It's not so much a drink, it's better to say that the fuel that makes the car run wild is more appropriate.

Therefore, the burden of processing and distilling vodka suddenly fell on Clavasson.

The sudden work can be said to add fuel to this busy blacksmith's family.

Is there any way? That was an order from the chief of the tribe. The order was harsh, but it also meant that it could make a huge profit.

What task did Otto give them?

That is, one oak barrel of ale must be processed every day and turned into three combustible vodka in glasses. Although Otto was exposed to real spirits for the first time, the taste of wine does not require too many tests for real alcoholics. He will personally try to light the spirits to verify that the producer has poured water into it.

To be more precise, he also listened to his son Rurik's explanation that the so-called ale cannot burn but the flame of vodka can burn the beard, because there is more water and less water.

Under pressure, what else can Clavasson do? It seems that the most important part of the distilling work is supervision.

He gave the student Kamni this supervisory job, and a magical thing happened under pressure.

People in the White Tree Manor in Novgorod in the far east would never think that the orphan Kamni, whose parents had died, was being trained by the Varangas to become the best winemaker.

The good thing Otto is not indulging in personal enjoyment. He puts the latest vodka into a water bag made of a beast's stomach, and then distributes it to his most important guys.

This is good, Clavassen's reputation is even greater. Many good people learned about the source of vodka in the name of ordering swords. They still can't understand how ale has become a "good wine that can be burned." In short, the leader regards lighting vodka as a miracle to play with, and by the way once again proves the nobleness of his son.

Otto is certainly not an alcoholic. He really desires to enjoy the jade jade liquid every day, knowing that his life is not long after all.

"Burning Vodka" is a miracle. He is in the tribe, and his older cronies, who are also very important members of the tribe, promote and demonstrate this miracle.

However, every night his father became a little drunk, and Rurik looked at the old guy and couldn't help but become worried.

Of course, Rurik was eager for his new house to be built, and now the new house imitating the Novgorod-style wooden house has finally reached a very critical stage. Over there is a crack deliberately left in the wooden wall, stuffed with compacted moss. And on the hard wooden beams arranged in a herringbone pattern, wooden logs are laid. After all, after laying moss, a layer of logs is pressed to supply energy for the tiles.

This is the woodcut flute, a woodcut flute with a stone-stacked fireplace. It's probably only a few days since its completion.

Rurik gradually put his mind on the new house. It was obvious that his father was concerned about the new home, but now his mind is all about wine.

Finally, on a quiet evening, while his father was in good spirits, he was at the table and talked about his worries.

"Dad, you really drink too much during this time."

"Oh? Is it really a lot? I think my soul is wandering in Valhalla every night during this time. I...even saw Brunhilt. The Valkyrie told me..."

"Brenshielt?" Rurik thought it was absurd, he was just a legendary character. The Ross people generally recognized this deity, and it seems that no one except the priests claimed to be able to line up with this god. Rurik deliberately asked, "So, what did the Valkyrie say?"

"Oh. He said he would die in a war many years later, as a true soldier."

Niya was taken aback when her husband said something like this. She hurriedly coughed twice: "Don't be stupid, you are a man who is going to die at home."

Otto shrugged, disregarding his wife's words. He looked into his son's eyes, and as a soldier, he carefully educates Rurik: "Where is the best place to know a man?"

"It's the battlefield, I know!"

"You know?" Otto was surprised.

Rurik really knew what his father liked to listen to. He deliberately said: "A true soldier, he will die in the last moments of the last war. In this way, he died in battle, not as old as he is. The dead branch will die quietly."

Rurik was just quoting the famous words of a certain general after a thousand years, and at this moment, it really shocked Otto the most.

To be fair, the words he quoted were really shocking, and they were really for the soldiers.

Excited Otto stood up suddenly, and under the attention of his family, he lifted his son suddenly, with a happy smile on his face.

After a while, Otto reluctantly calmed down and continued the previous topic: "My soul did go to Valhalla's door, that is not a dream. The Valkyrie told me that I will die in war in many years, and you, Rurik, You will take my place. Don't worry, these are destinies. The Valkyrie said, I enjoyed Valhalla's wine in advance. This is a proof! It proves that I have been selected. Maybe anyone who drank this wine , Can become heroic spirits after death. Child, do you know? Your uncles feel that you have rewarded them with this opportunity!"

Rurik opened his eyes suddenly, and he thought things had become very weird.

Of course, the old guy Otto was dreaming, but he popularized the dream to "uncles", that is, important figures of tribes such as Harrodsson, and the situation completely changed.

After so many years, Rurik has long recognized Otto's role as a father.

The current situation is also very clear. Although in the past, the leader of the Ross tribe was selected through public must be selected, but now, that guy has the courage to challenge the "person selected by Odin"?

He will be pro-government, and once the chief leader Otto dies, no matter how old he is, he will surely take over as Dawei.

Rurik's greatest need now is to have the greatest power of the tribe. Now Otto is more and more obsessed with the psychedelic brought by alcohol, while Rurik is more and more enjoying the feeling of being surrounded and worshipped.

Of course he has to become a new leader, and even upgrade to a prince, or a new name like Caesar and Augustus.

However, before that, Rurik felt that his father Otto must pave a broader and more solid path for his future.

In other words, the Ross tribe that he took over must be strong.

Therefore, Otto must not die suddenly because of drinking.

Seeing Otto's excitement, and the bitter smile of his mother Niya, Liu Rik made a wooden face, and sternly grabbed the sleeping bag on Otto's waist and dragged it off.

"Oh? Rurik, you want to drink too?"

"No, Dad, you can't drink anymore tonight."

"Why?" Otto asked in surprise: "I wish you would grow up a little bit so that we can drink together."

"Forget it. I'm just afraid that if you drink too much, your soul will never come again when you go to Valhalla."

"How is it possible?!" Otto could hear that his son was afraid that he would die by drinking.

Can you die if you drink? Otto didn't know the power of alcohol at all, he thought it was ridiculous.

But Rurik just grabbed the water bag and didn't let go, and even more solemnly said: In fact, Kanuf told me everything. You old guys are drinking, and Klavasen also told me many things. The desire for this is so strong."

"Is there anything wrong with this? We should have fun, because we are noble."

"No! Although vodka is good, it will erode your heart and make you forget your responsibility as a leader. Dad, should lead the people to prosperity, so that the poorest people can eat and drink well. Since it is a pleasure, if you are It's perfect to bring all the people together for fun."

Otto was a little embarrassed and heard his son's opinion. He felt that his son's words were somewhat reasonable but not so reasonable.

Rurik still tugged at the water bag: "Dad, I must limit your drinking in the future to make sure your mind is clear."

"But you can't limit your father. My child, you should listen to me in this matter."

That's the case, because there is only one son, Otto is bluntly doting on Rurik. In many things, he deliberately accommodated his son, it is better, because of his son, Otto must be very polite to the maid Rumia.

It was supposed to be the leader with a word, but as a result, because of Otto's deliberate indulgence, Rurik already had great freedom at a young age.

Rurik is actually already doing things that should only be done by the leader, such as training the army! Even if the army is just a bunch of eight or nine-year-old boys. In this way, sensitive fighters can also estimate a future full of combat.

Rurik shook his head: "Dad, we should make an appointment."

"what is that?"

"Agreement on how much wine you should drink every day."

"Okay." Otto let out a long sigh of relief: "You can say as much as you want."

"This..." Rurik thought of another good idea. He hid his latest plan in his heart, and temporarily returned the water bag to Otto.

Rurik pointed to the glass on the table: "One cup a day, not more."

"Oh! That's it? Too little."

"Less? Dad, for three glasses of vodka, we took the essence of a barrel of ale. In the long run, the ale of the entire league will not be able to withstand the consumption of our Ross people. You must at least be restrained."

"Okay, okay, I won't argue with you anymore. You have some truth in what you said, at least you have to give me a special case today, which is my last indulgence?"

"Alright." Ruriek shook his head helplessly. Then, in shock, he saw his father unscrew the cork of the water bag and poured spirits into his big mouth.

This move shocked Rurik, and even more shocked Niya.

Otto, he really enjoyed the last indulgence this day.

It was not his simple self-control in response to his son's kindness, but it was precisely because he really couldn't continue to indulge.

Just because the next day, Rurik just arranged simple training for his guys in the morning and ended the drill hastily. He rushed to the blacksmith's shop and explained his new plan to Clavasson.

A thing that makes Clavasson feel unreliable, but the prospects are quite broad.

Specifically, it was a completely new invention, that is, an invention that combines spirits and glasses.

Since Clavassen invented himself in a short period of time "pressing the glass to restrain the bottleneck technique", Rurik had the idea of directing Clavassen to make small glass bottles.

Moreover, for efficiency, we should try to blow glass bottles.

The work of glass blowing is a test of skill. Indeed, people who lack training can do it rashly, and the heat of recoil can instantly ruin a person's lungs, and eventually cause a tragic death.

What if it is not a human lung, but an air sac?

In other words, the existence of the lung itself is an air sac. The birth of the lungs comes from the buoyant air sacs evolved by the ancient teleosts. The essence of the lungs is the retractable air sacs. Breathing with the lungs can be described as an evolutionary operation that has become the main business.

Rurik thought of the craft of making bottles with the existing bladder blower.

From his own understanding, it seems that it is not difficult to blow glass bottles in a small way.

Originally, Rurik felt that it would be difficult for Kravassen to make bronze pipes. Unexpectedly, this old guy first cast a bronze plate, forged it to be thinner, then curled it up and heat-welded it, it would become a pipe. This tube has now become the core component of the distillation equipment.

This time, Rurik, as an engineer, called all the Cravasons to the blacksmith's shop.

Including the future sister-in-law Lilia, and the only footman Kamnier.

Leuricle ordered Lilia to clean a piece of sand with a broom, and then he ordered everyone to sit on their leather cushions.

He was holding a wooden stick, drawing a sketch on the ground, and explaining it in his mouth.

Any craftsman has a very high logical understanding ability, and he can even make up the appearance of the finished product in his brain based on description alone.

Clavasson and Kawei are like this, even Lilia and Kamnier expressed their understanding.

Don't think Lilia and Kamnier are children, or illiterate to be exact. Because they have been living as craftsmen during this period, the two have been exposed to a lot of practical knowledge.

Children's ability to imitate, determination to pursue excitement, curiosity, and need for a sense of accomplishment are extremely high.

Lilia was stunned to become a veteran of glassware, and because of the many calluses in her hands, and even because of contact with alkaline substances, some areas of her delicate hands were shed.

Kamnier is even more serious. The kid has learned many skills and has now begun to supervise the production of distilled spirits.

Everyone present is a craftsman, of course, Rurik is an engineer.

Rurik made several such demands.

First: make a bronze tube. One end of the bronze tube is glued with a soft molten glass, and the other end is connected to an air bag blower. Blow up with a blower to force the molten glass to become a hollow existence.

Second: Make a special bronze mold with the shape of a small narrow-mouth bottle inside. The mold can be divided into two, when the bronze tube drags the molten glass into the hollow interior of the mold, the mold can be suitable. And the mold cannot be large, and the finished product must be very delicate.

With Rurik's gestures, Clavasson realized what was inside just by imagination, and he naturally felt strange, but he still had doubts about the wonderful results shown by Rurik.

doubt? Then use the finished product to verify whether the doubt is reliable.

In fact, Rurik's request is nothing magical, because later mass-produced glasses all follow this routine.

That is a mechanical blowpipe, which blows molten glass into a bottle with a constant volume in a metal mold. Because of this operation, at the end of the 20th century and the beginning of the 21st century, the global glass container blowout mass production was triggered.

This is the power of industry!

Isn't it better to make molds and fire clay? For now, nothing is faster than casting bronze.

It was August 14th, and Rurik asked his father to drink less yesterday. This afternoon, when the sun went down, Kravasson had already made the mold.

In just half a month, the Ross people's winemaking technology has completed technological innovation, and even the wineware has changed.

This mold is really extraordinary!

Because Rurik requires the clay mold to be specially processed, in addition to having a special shape, the inside is also engraved with text.

The clay mold used as the inner tank was carved with the Roman alphabet "RUS" and "VODKA". Here, Lurik had no intention of engraving the Ron alphabet.

In any case, the general trend in the future is indeed that the Roman alphabet has become the mainstream of the world. The reason is that it is the words of the Roman Empire, and that's it!

Besides, Rurik feels that the modern Roman alphabet he knows about later generations is a very mature alphabet system.

The inscription on the clay mold becomes the positive inscription on the bronze as the casting is completed.

The words RUS and VODKA are raised!

Since the bronze mold was cooled down immediately after quenching, Kravassen was eager to experiment now.

To make a bronze pipe, this work is undertaken by Kawei.

A family of two senior blacksmiths, they are even more excellent smelting talents. When Kravasson completed the bronze mold, Kawei also completed the task.

The crevices of the bronze pipe under the high temperature are fused, and this pipe can completely withstand the heat of the molten glass.

After all, Rurik asked to add lead oxide to the glass liquid. Lead is of course poisonous. Since it is the brains of other people who are poisoned, and he is trying to make money, it is as so-called. Besides, there is another dosage issue.

This night, the Cravasons, who are extremely mobile, have begun a great feat!

A group of viscous molten glass, or a group of sticky hot substances, is attached to one end of the copper pipe.

The soft glass mass is put into half of the mold, and the other half is closed immediately. Rurik was afraid that the molten glass would overflow from the gaps on both sides of the mold when it was blowing, so the mold was also crushed by a stone.

Kawei operating the airbag blower is on the move!

This man with strong arms is good at rowing and ironing. His power impressed his wife Lilia. Now, this is a slightly slow but absolutely powerful suppression. The powerful air pressure from the airbag completely changed the glass mass in the mold. Looks like.

As a result, some soft glass overflowed from the mold entrance.

As the mold was opened, Rurik smiled...

Clavasson smiled, Kawei smiled, Lilia and Kamnier couldn't believe their eyes for a while!

Because, a glass container is finished!

Clavasson held a dagger and cut the attached glass of the bottle along the copper tube. Because glass is still very hot now, its softness is easy to cut.

Besides, because a layer of carbon powder was applied to the inside of the mold before blowing, the glass bottle was released without any hindrance.

Now it's alright, Rurik pinched his hairless chin, and saw the characters he needed with satisfaction.

"Rurik, this is all right, I think we have succeeded!" Cravason said excitedly.

"Yeah, there are the characters you want. This is the character that proves that it comes from our Ross tribe? Or is it a Roman character?" Kawei said in surprise.

"You're all right." Rurik grabbed a piece of leather and put it on his hand, and fiddled with the bottle that could still blanch the flesh. Although the tower is scorching hot, it has now cooled to the point where it cannot be plasticized.

As long as the cold wind blows, it will cool down faster! It's just that the glass bottle is easy to break, or it collapses immediately after it is filled with boiling water.

However, there is nothing wrong with hitting the chilled spirits.

"What are you going to do next? Just pretend to be wine?" Kravasson asked comfortably.

"Of course! It is necessary to install wine, because the engraving is VODKA! If it is to install something else, we have to modify the mold." Rurik said enthusiastically, "Next, wait for it to cool naturally, and we have to wash it inside. Then, pour in the distilled wine made today."

"Is it for the chief to enjoy?" Kravasson asked with a smile.

"Of course! My father and I have made an agreement. In order to prevent my father from indulging in wine, just like Bona who was beheaded by him, I can only do this to restrain him!"

Clavasson didn't care about Rerik's decision, and he continued to mumble: "If this is the case, in order to restrain the leader, why make such a unique bottle? So that we have learned a new skill."

"Of course it is to make money!"

"Yo! You are really not humble at all."

"Of course." Rurik said, "Clarvasson! Kawei! Do you know what I think?"

"Selling alcohol? It's not about putting vodka in a bottle and selling it together?!" Kawei asked knowingly.

"You are very right." Rurik immediately introduced a bright future: "I just want to sell wine! You know the glass bottle of Gould, it is a Roman treasure, and Gould used it to get it. Thirty gold coins! What's more! The Romans also have some ways of making good wine, but they are not as clever as we are. A bottle of Gould's wine is worth at least forty gold coins. What do you think of us?"

"This..." The excited Kravasson's heart was about to explode: "Are we also selling forty gold coins?"

"No. Not many people can stand that price. In my opinion, ten barrels of ale can be processed into one barrel of vodka. One barrel of vodka can be poured into this bottle, which is enough for fifty bottles."

Rurik's estimate is fairly accurate. It makes perfect sense to turn ten barrels of ale into 50 vodka. The volume of the glass bottle he produced is about 200 milliliters, and it must be said that it is a small bottle in the true sense.

It is precisely because of its small size that it is very delicate, and it precisely caters to people's needs for babies. Baby, it should be a pocket-sized one.

Besides, it is a baby and a good daily necessities.

Those who own this bottle can use it to hold honey, ordinary ale, or even pure water.

Especially for pure water, at first glance, others thought it was pretending to be good wine!

In this way, Kravasson made five such small bottles in one breath. They have not undergone annealing treatment at all, and they are all cooled quickly by nature. Experience and incompletely understood theories made him believe that this kind of bottle is not heat-resistant for the time being.

Anyway, it's an experiment, and it doesn't require too much.

As a result, the spirits from a barrel of ale distilled today are completely filled in five glass bottles with the words "Ross Vodka" printed on them. Its appearance is indeed a bit like a glass bottle of coffee sold in the supermarket in the impression of Rurik. With the oak stopper on it, its appearance gives Rurik a strong sense of momentary confusion.

It is as if the products of the industrial age after a millennium appeared in the wild ninth century.

Check it out! There are still traces of molds on it! It is a dark line running through the entire bottle, that is, the closed line of the two-part mold, which also shows its manufacturing principle. Of course, only the best craftsmen can realize how it was created. Such people are probably one of the few in Eastern Rome.

And this is the gift Rurik intends to give his father. Then tell Otto to drink a bottle every day.

Even though it is a bottle, it is enough to be two by two.

But Rurik thought of its commercial value even more.

It's all about selling alcohol, and I must reap more profits.

What is the cost here? Finished ale, distillation labor costs, glass bottle production costs, packaging costs, and sales costs.

So all these add up~www.mtlnovel.com~ a bottle of wine for one hundred and fifty silver coins is very suitable!

After all, only the glass bottle is worth another hundred silver coins.

Really one hundred and fifty silver coins? Is it still too expensive? If I only sell to big businessmen, it won't be easy to make money from small businessmen.

Rurik still couldn't make up his mind, but he had already made an agreement with Kravasson to mass produce new types of glass bottles and try to make distilled spirits.

Rurik felt that he could set up a "Ross Vodka" company, and the embossed text on the bottle was his trademark!

The price, he made an acceptable range, that is, a bottle of spirits, from one hundred silver coins to one hundred and fifty silver coins.

The price is indeed very expensive, a bottle of wine is enough for an ordinary man to live for four years! Anyway, spirits are not something ordinary people can enjoy.

Prices can also be reduced in the future, but the premise is that production capacity must break out!

Capacity explosion? He felt that the grain production capacity had to burst first, otherwise everything would be a delusion.