At first there were only a few bottles, but more and more.

The Kravassen family has already started to use the maverick glass blowing technique, or because the raw materials required for pressing glassware are much less, the output of glass bottles has completely exceeded Rurik's idea.

By the night of August 19th, Kravasson had made eighty small glass bottles. In the days that followed, Kravasson was still able to make five and six bottles, provided that the supply of materials was stable.

He even urged his son Kawei to take his servant Kamnier to the mountains to collect quartz, plaster, and other materials necessary for making glassware.

Clavasson stayed in the blacksmith's shop. He had to continue his work of forging iron, and his ale distilling work would be taken care of by his daughter-in-law for the time being.

The whole family is stunned to start three kinds of businesses. At this moment, the importance of manpower can be realized.

After all, hard work can bring huge benefits.

Although I already have a lot of money in my family, how to spend it has become a problem. Cravason is a sensible person. He has been in the Ross tribe, hasn't he followed the right master?

It used to be Otto, now it is Rurik.

Is it true that the production of glass bottles and distilled spirits is just for sales to make money?

Rurik has his own ideas, and these ideas really make the Cravassen family feel very strange.

What is luxury? That is the daily necessities sold by wealthy people. Because the users are wealthy, the commodities they use have a very high premium.

At this stage, these spirits must be affordable by wealthy households, and they must also highlight their nobility and can pay the money.

When the money fell into his own hands, what Rurik thought of was definitely not his own glory and wealth, and even the splendor and wealth of the original concept of time and space, in his opinion, it is just like that.

Money should be spent on the people of their own tribe, especially those who are poor.

In a sense, this is to use some high-value consumer goods as a medium to reasonably take away a sum of money from the rich and subsidize the poor of the tribe.

Rurik felt that such an operation was very beneficial to him.

The strength of the Rus tribe must be based on the stability of the internal foundation, the rich and the poor, there must be something that can unite them.

Rurik felt that to truly unite the Rus tribe, he must become a king that everyone would like to praise.

In order for the people of the tribe to receive the blessings that they can see, their living standards must gradually improve.

To put it bluntly, Rurik never thought it was such a great pioneering work to create a glass container.

It is a tool, not even as meaningful as low-carbon steel weapons and tools. However, the Ruths must also have them. When the level of technology is high enough, the power of the glassware can explode.

Now, what Rurik needs most is food, clothing and population.

In the final analysis, it requires a huge population, and food and clothing are the most critical things to maintain a huge population of an ethnic group. The lack of one of these two results in a sudden and large-scale loss of population, which is even thousands of times more horrible than the destruction caused by war.

It's not just Lurik, but the immediate problem is that the construction of Shilla Fort requires a lot of materials, of which the most important thing is food for the winter. The leader Otto did not doubt the hunting and fishing abilities of his own tribe, and only relying on fishing to catch seals, the first colonists of Shilla Fort should be able to spend the first winter on their own.

Otto did not dare to be too optimistic. If the mother city of Roseburg did not directly provide assistance, there would still be a lot of population loss in the first winter.

Although Ottolyurik and his son have different ideas, they are surprisingly consistent in their willingness to obtain food.

They can't wait for Roseburg to use a mountain bag of wheat so that the people can live and eat without worry, and the rich grain can still make wine and drink.

Of course, Otto is most concerned about making wine.

what! It can be said to be what you want!

The ever-large fleet is rushing towards Roseburg.

It is completely different from the warships that can sail at high speed. Those Viking cargo ships with huge belly and piers, their thin bodies already have great cargo capacity, the cargo is pressed against the hull of the ship, and the ship has to sink. In the sea.

Such a predicament made Gould's large fleet escorted by the Ross fishermen, but he did not want to move forward at high speed.

From the port of Mlaren to the Roseburg Fjord, even a warship, the oarsman must control it to travel on the sea for more than three days. It gets worse when it comes to Gould.

Five days! Five full days passed. Gould still sailed on the route to Roseburg.

It was already August 25th. The noon sun illuminates the Roseburg Fjord, and the world sinks into a golden light.

At this point in time, on the surface of the sea off the fjord, a bunch of trawlers formed an array of twos and threes, and continued to fish herring.

In other larger fishing boats, the oars of the oars are all put away, and a large number of wooden sticks tied with twine are held by the oarsmen.

This group of people are masters at gathering crowds to fish. They are fishing for cod nesting in deep water.

During this period of time, the life atmosphere in Roseburg became more and more subtle. As usual, the merchants in the south began to go northward on the largest scale in the year. They came with all kinds of goods and would not leave when they came!

The days when merchants leave will have to wait until next spring, so in the long winter that followed, Roseburg actually entered the most lively time.

The fishermen's enthusiasm for fishing is particularly high in order to buy more useful living products and to store food in winter.

Suddenly, some fishing boats rushed towards the fjord in an unconventional way.

These fishing boats are very big, and the oarsmen are desperately rowing, which amazes the fishermen who work quietly.

They are a group of messengers whose task is to rush to the fjord to announce the good news of the arrival of the huge fleet.

Moreover, Gould also dispatched his mercenaries and his eldest son to board the fishing boat riding the waves.

For Otto, today seems to be a quiet and ordinary day again.

He knew that even though the merchants represented by Gould could come, he would have less hope.

He doesn't have much entertainment for the big boss himself, because he is too old to be too lazy to be female. In recent days, he is more willing to sit with the old guys for a lifetime, sharing the spirits brewed by his son, and the cheap price. Of ale.

Suddenly, a young child from the tribe broke into Harozossen's house, because the leader Otto stayed here to chat with the guys.

"Boss! They are here!" the young man shouted loudly. He entered the long house and approached the old flushed Otto in a half-climbing position.

"What's the matter? Is it possible that the enemy is attacking?"

At this time, Harrodsson, who deliberately hugged the two captured women, also blushed and said: "There are enemies? They are old, I just try my steel sword."

"What the **** is going on?" Ottomu asked the young man with a face.

"The chiefs are merchants. They are here."

"Finally?" Otto was surprised, then calmed down.

Merchants, they are not surprising at all for years.

Otto continued to ask: "Could it be that the merchant ships are starting to enter the fjord?"

"Neither. But there was a messenger, sent by the merchant named Gould. The messenger said he was Gould's eldest son."

Hearing this, Otto came to his mind: "Oh? Where is the messenger?"

"Just outside."

"Let him in!"

Then, the young man in Deling rushed out.

At present, Gould's eldest son Snoreva, a fat man in his thirties, dressed in a luxurious fur costume, has been waiting for a long time outside Harrodsson's obviously frugal longhouse.

Just this long house? Is it actually the home of the leader of the Rus? Is my father doing business with them?

It can be said that because of a misunderstanding, Snoreva doesn't feel good about the Ross leader.

He entered the room and saw that sitting under the dim oil lamp were a large group of brawny men wearing all kinds of leather and burlap, as well as the sharp eyes projected by many brawny men, but the fat man was taken aback.

It stands to reason that Snoreva has been selling his own goods on Gould Island for many years, and he has long been a business veteran on his own.

Now, he feels that his life is under great threat.

Because Snoreva did come to Roseburg for the first time, so Otto had never seen him.

However, Otto really had too many dealings with Gould.

Otto's face is still the rosy color behind the alcohol, even close to a cooked lobster, coupled with his golden white beard and hair, the image is indeed very novel.

Otto is scrutinized by Snoreva and vice versa.

"Sit down." Otto patted the leather cushion under him.

Snoreva bowed lightly, then twisted his beer belly, gently lifted off the expensive mink coat, and then moved to sit on the leather cushion. He recognized that he was sitting on deerskin and cowhide, and if he could, he would rather sit on bearskin.

It was precisely this action, without any explanation, Otto fully believed in the identity of the person who came.

"Like! It is indeed like Gould! Even the posture of sitting down is the same."

"Are you the great leader of the Ross people?" Snoreva carefully complimented, and when he spoke, he put his hands on the ground, showing his humbleness.

"It's me. I'm Otto, the leader of Rose. As for greatness, I'm glad you can say that. Tell me now, who are you?"

Snoreva continued to bow and reported his identity in detail.

"Are you the eldest son of Gould? I believe you. I look at your belly and this dress. The moment I saw you, I thought of the Gould I saw about twenty years ago. , Also what you are now."

After all, the appearance of father and son are very similar, not to mention that they are both rare and fat images, plus they have beards of very similar specifications. In Otto's view, the guy in front of him was Gould when he was young.

"Young man, I have never added you. I only heard some news about you from your father. You are here, where is your father?"

"Great leader, my father's huge fleet is still on the way."

"When will they come?!" Otto couldn't wait to follow up.

"Yes! Chief! I arrived early just to tell you about this. I have more things to report to you, and even... get some permission from you."

"Oh? You talk about them one by one."

"Yes! The first thing I want to say is that our fleet has been sailing slowly for five days, and we will arrive at Roseburg tomorrow."

"It's so slow?" Otto was surprised. "My fleet rushed to the mouth of your lake. It might be there in two days."

"We are a merchant ship! My leader! We can only sail during the day and stay ashore at night. Besides, this year is the overall relocation of our family. The cargo we carry is unprecedented. Our speed is very slow. The small caravan that we have sought safety does not dare to act rashly."

He understands Otto in this way.

After all, merchant ships are different from warships. The construction modes of the two are different. Merchants are not fighters. It is crazy to expect merchants to continue sailing at night.

Snoreva emphasized in particular: "I heard that you need a lot of food this year, and there are a batch of slaves. My father completed this task."

"Oh, are you all finished?" Although these plans were made by his son Rrik, looking at it now, the above plans are really very beneficial to the future of the Ross people.

The situation has indeed changed a bit, and the Ross people really need food too much now.

"How much food did your father get?" Otto asked.

"Adding all the new wheat harvested this year, and the old wheat from last year, there are 230,000 pounds."

Shock! What else to say? !

Otto opened his mouth wide in surprise, and his old guys were also suspicious of his ears. Because this number is so huge!

Seeing that they were all surprised, Snoreva said hurriedly: "Chief, I learned from my father that you will spend twice the market price to buy our wheat. I think you will honor this promise."

"This..." Otto was in trouble, and he estimated the so-called purchase price once he counted.

Although the son offered to double purchase the grain returned by Gulda, Otto didn't care because the money his son controlled was really a lot.

Food, where can it go more expensive?

But isn't the market price always stable at ten pounds of wheat a silver coin? As a Viking, Otto's mathematical ability is not bad. Even if he estimates that he will have to pay forty thousand silver coins to buy this huge amount of food.

The importance of food is undoubtedly the money of Roseburg...

Snoreva saw Otto's troubles, and he estimated that the Ross people might also have wealth problems.

Yup! With a purchase price that is twice the market price, Snoreva is not convinced that the Ross people will fulfill this promise.

Are they a bunch of fools?

Snoreva hurriedly complimented: "Great leader, I heard that for so many years, the great Ross people have been taking good care of our family's business. Especially the leader's heir Rurik, he must be dispatched by the business man. To the messenger of mortal dust. I will tell you the truth, because of your favor, the income of my family in summer is equal to the previous three or four years! Since you are in great need of food, now a huge amount of food has come, everything is easy for us to say."

Merchants always pursue fairness in buying and selling, while fighters are pursuing every word. Both parties have a common pursuit, that is, honesty.

Of course Otto could buy 40,000 silver coins to buy food, even this operation was crazy.

In any case, if the tribe buys Gould's food, the amount is likely to be comparable to the Novgorod's autumn tribute. Is it just Gould transporting food? It must not be.

Thinking about it this way, Otto felt that the tribe could buy 300,000 pounds of wheat just by purchasing. By now, these wheat will greatly benefit the overwintering of the colonists of Shilla Fort.

Otto was very pleased overall, he tried to keep calm, but his drunk red face made him a little weird.

"Now there is food, leather, and a large group of slaves?"

"Exactly, this is what I want to explain in particular." Snoreva said solemnly, "Perhaps I should personally inform the noble Rurik immediately and inform him that my father has completed the task of collecting slaves."

"Slaves? Are these strong men?" Otto asked without thinking.

"No! It's a large group of children."

"A group of kids? Oh..."

"What? Chief, aren't these what you need?"

"You my son Ruriek needs it. Alas... I really don't understand him." Otto was really helpless. In his opinion, a good slave must be a strong man. Slave? Keeping it is a servant for work. The son is good. The so-called slave is a servant. He doesn't care about men and women. A rigid standard is that he must be a child of his age.

Cultivate loyal servants since childhood? Otto doesn't think this is wrong, but he thinks what his son Rlik needs at this stage is a large group of strong people to carry out tedious and tiring work.

Snoreva continued: "There are women, children, and a group of Britons. We have completed the task very well, and now there are more than 100 slaves."

"So much?!" Otto was startled.

"Yes..." Snoreva's eyes jumped unconsciously when he said this, "There is another very important thing, I..."

"Are you hesitating?"

"Yes! It's not a trivial matter, maybe a humble person like me shouldn't explain the situation."

"But you say it's okay," Otto ordered.

Snoreva knows how to hang around the strong, especially the strong man with sharp eyes facing a room. He is really smart, that is to say, he can see from his eyes that this group of people must have cut off more than double-digit heads, and he must maintain extreme respect.

He put his hands on the ground, arched his back and said: "Great leader, there is a very bad news. Our ally, the camp of the Ostara people, has been completely destroyed by the Danish army."

"Huh? What did you say?" Otto couldn't react for a moment.

"It's Ostala, their homeland was destroyed by the Danes."

Suddenly, the machos in this room who are extremely sensitive to war straightened their backs in an instant. No matter what people's attitudes toward businessmen are, everyone can't be unconscious if they smell the atmosphere of war.

In response, Snoreva relayed what his father had said to Otto.

That's what Gould learned about the ins and outs of the Ostras being attacked, and even more detailed the dramatic changes in the situation in the south.

Otto was really taken aback, and it's not an exaggeration to describe it as shock.

"Gould's analysis means that our revenge against Gotland indirectly caused the destruction of the Ostala people?" Otto asked rhetorically.

"Absurd!" Harrodsson really couldn't listen anymore, and shouted with outrage: "The Danes and Gotlanders are very guilty. Have the Danes waged few wars? Are we Ruths still the criminals who caused the war?"

Suddenly Snoreeva panicked: "Chief, this is definitely not what our family meant."

"No!" Otto raised his right hand to stop the discussion of his subordinates. "This matter does have something to do with us. At the moment of the expedition, we thought of the possible revenge of the Danes. But who would have thought that they would not attack us, but attack our weaker allies."

"It's a surprise attack," Snoreva added.

"Did they not attack the Mellaren?"

"No. The enemy completely destroyed Ostra and almost all the locals. Some survivors said that the Danes said something..."

Seeing that the fat man was starting to say nothing, Otto asked, "What the **** is it?"

"Those enemies said that because the Rus destroyed a settlement on Gotland, the Danes must retaliate, so the Ostara tribe, very few people survived."

"Oh! What a tragedy. What did the Mellaren people do? I don't know these things."

It is indeed difficult for Otto to know about the South, and this is the choice of the Ross people. The Rus expressed by action that they intend to leave the Mind Subtribe Alliance. In this way, the mighty Mellaren people don't need to think about the Ross people, and the alliance with each other will exist in name only in a sense.

Following Snoreva's explanation, although Otto couldn't believe it, he was still willing to trust the fat man's words.

Finally, Snoreva said a very crucial point.

"The Ostala tribe was destroyed, and the only refugees fled in all directions. The Mellaren refused to take in these poor refugees, some were taken in by the Yrmalen, as for our family. We heard that the Rus needed a large number of slaves, More than one hundred Ostara refugees were taken in. Because almost all men died in the battle with the Danish army, and almost all survived were women and children. My father could not bear the pitiful death of these people. It is said that the Russians are all kind. , My father came with them.

I'm just a businessman, and I boldly suggest to you to take in these people. "

"Is there such a thing? Are there many young women among the refugees?" Otto's words made Snoreva a little misunderstood.

"There are indeed many women, even..."

Unable to help him speak, Otto didn't even want to slap his thigh either: "Keep it in! Of course you want to stay! Those women are good! My people are eager for wives, and everyone has to go to the East to find foreigners to be wives. They come. Good, I take them in, and those children. I want all the refugees in Ostara."

"Oh! The Ross people are really kind."

Otto laughed, and his guys laughed too.

After all, refugees are different from efforts. These refugees belong to the coalition. Now it seems that the Melalen people refuse to include them, which is a vicious betrayal. The Ross people are bound to become bigger and stronger. Otto is keenly aware that the benefits of including refugees are not only to increase strength, but also to earn reputation and credibility.

To become a leader requires force and credibility.

Snoreva hasn't finished saying: "The chief, the chief family of the Ostara people didn't all die in the battle, so far only two children have escaped."

"Are you a survivor?"

"Yes. It is not just the survivors, but now the refugees are nominating the oldest child among them as leader of Ostara."

"A little boy?" Otto pinched his beard and couldn't help thinking about the future: "Let him come and I will take them in. That boy will be my son's friend, and I will reward the Ostara people with a new life, the future, Aosta Pulling people must accept the leadership of our Ross people."

Snoreva didn't care about other things. He especially corrected Otto's estimate: "Leader, let me explain. Those are two girls, one is nine and the other is seven. They are very beautiful."

"Huh? Pretty little girl? Did they promote the little girl as the leader? It's amazing." Otto's brain couldn't react for a while, it seemed that this was the truth.

"Yes, refugees have no choice~www.mtlnovel.com~ My father's meaning is to recognize the girl's new identity. After all, Ostara needs a reasonable new leader to negotiate with the Russians. Even if it is surrender, There must also be a leader to kneel down on behalf of the Ostara."

"Kneel down?" Otto haha laughed: "What did you just say? Two very beautiful girls? Oh, they don't need to kneel, just lie down for me! My only son, Rylik, is also eight. At the age of nine, my son will grow up to be a real man in a few years. He will always lack a wife. Haha, I am also eager to have more grandchildren in my lifetime."

"So? Chief, you even willing to take in those two girls?"

"Did I say that?" Otto smiled in denial, then raised his right index finger and pointed to the sky: "God comes to testify, I will take in Ostala. But those two girls are the leaders, before seeing the girls I can't decide yet. If they are beautiful, then I admit that I want them to be my son's wives, and I will adopt them and allow them to live with my family. I can treat them like my own daughters. The premise is that they are really beautiful as you say."

Snoreva smiled: "Oh, my dear leader, I dare not lie. They are really beautiful!"

"Then wait and see!"