The Ostara tribe? War refugees? There are two beautiful...girls.

"Oh, my child, you will have more wives. Those two Ostara girls will be your wives." In the night, Otto introduced to his son that tomorrow is bound to happen. The news, and the old guy was really happy from ear to ear.

The source of Otto's happiness is certainly not the choice of two wives for his son, and he hasn't taken it too seriously.

Rurik took it seriously: "Dad, are you serious? Don't I already have..."

"That Svetlana? You plan to have only one wife in this life."

"I..." In all fairness, Rurik was indeed against three wives and four concubines. However, as a man, he feels that he will not be able to keep self-discipline even after he has power in the future. If the monarch of this era had no three wives and four concubines, his subjects would question that the monarch was not a real man, rather than praise the monarch's so-called loyalty.

"It's better to listen to your father." Mother Niya approached her, her words really meaningful.

"Mom, even you..."

"Of course I have no objection, you will become the strongest man. Listen, every strong man is surrounded by a group of wives and concubines. The population of our family is already sparse. Your two brothers died early, and your father is too old. , Hope falls on your shoulders." Niya continued.

Otto was very satisfied with his wife's words: "That's what I meant. Rurik, you must have prosperous descendants."

A small hand covered his delicate face, and Rurik felt that this was his destiny.

Regardless, the Rus tribe is such a custom.

Regarding them as wives, the ultimate goal is to bring people to the tribe?

In other words, with the power of the leader alone, to expand the royal population for the future kingdom?

If you want to maintain the stability of a kingdom, you really need the strength of the king's old waist. This is also true. It is crazy to maintain an ancient kingdom and only rely on a king to manage the vast territory. It is more reliable to canonize more sons as lords.

For tomorrow, Liu Rik is more worried and hopeful.

Otto was very happy, his excitement came more from the huge supplies brought by those merchants. What he worries most is the preparation of the wintering supplies in Shilla Fort. If he cannot buy enough goods from the merchants, he really needs to go to Novgorod to intensify the search, which will cause the local People's fierce resistance is not good.

Only one loyal dog is enough, and that is the loyal White Tree Manor. The rest of the manor is a herd of cows.

That's what Otto thought. If he searched too hard and the cow starved to death, his gain would not be worth the loss.

It now appears that the problem will be greatly alleviated because the merchants bring a lot of food.

food! Must buy food! Buy a lot of food! He even bought the food that Gould transported in the first place.

It was a happy thing after all, Otto fiddled with the glass bottle with spirits in his hand. He had already drunk a bottle in the morning, and tonight, he forced his son to get another bottle to add to the fun.

"Dad, shouldn't it, we have an appointment first." Rurik was reluctant.

"Let you take it."

"Why? Even if you are the leader."

"Hurry up!" Otto suddenly became irritable. He slammed the wooden table, and the oil lamp of the troubled table splashed a small pool of seal oil.

Rurik was not afraid. He knew that his father was just frightening: "I think you still don't want to drink it. Keep a good spirit. The fleet will arrive tomorrow. By then, you are our chief but you are sleeping. My child will meet them?"

Otto smiled and continued tapping on the table with his fingers: "What's wrong? You are wiser than me. If you weren't still a child, I would give you the seat now. Anyway, you will be the leader. Yes, tomorrow you will meet as the leader in advance, no problem. By the way, tomorrow you go to Gould's house first, the eldest son Snoreva, the fat guy who looks like Gould will be waiting for you. You and Ha After Luo Zuosen connects, he goes to the beach and waits. If tomorrow I'm sober, I will go too."

"It's ridiculous! Are you reporting important things and throwing it at me?" The words were so, Rurik was actually a bit dark.

Is it possible that this old guy still wants to be a "sovereign emperor" who drinks every day?

"Give me the wine. Now I am ready to take a sip. If you give me a drink, I have to discuss important matters with you."

"It's about women again? Dad, you really want to treat me as the bull in April."

Otto chuckled: "If you were the bull in April, it would be better! At that time you would have a beard and you can paddle the heaviest oar. Oh..." As he said, Otto glanced at the dew sitting in the corner. Mia: "Don't idle your high priest, you will have a son at that time, and the descendants of this son will be the high priest for generations. Haha, the priest is also a member of our family."

Otto was completely silent, but when he said this, Lumia was about to fall to the ground.

The fact is that Lumia has grown into an adult by the time Liu Rick begins to grow a beard. She really wanted to find a secluded place to avoid it, and then express her dark coolness.

Rurik didn't criticize his father's inattention: "Let's talk about it, what the **** is the matter."

"Very important! I need your advice very much. It is a major event related to the development of our tribe. Only you can make the right decision."

"Really so important?!"

Rurik was shaken, he really took out a glass bottle from the locked box and set it on the table.

Seeing this crystal clear bottle with cork stuffed in its mouth, Otto couldn't help but sigh: "The times have really changed."

"If you want to indulge in drinking, it doesn't matter if you fall asleep. You lend me your sword, and I will take the sword to meet the merchants."

Rurik's words were tentative, and Otto didn't feel that his son's words were offensive, and he was even very happy. He immediately removed the "Destroyer" hanging from his waist and fell on the table.

"Then get me two more bottles. Tomorrow you will go to the beach with your sword."

Rurik never thought that his father was really playing it. Is Otto delegating power? Still consider myself a tool man for the time being.

Because according to the past tradition, when the merchant fleet arrives on a large scale, the leader should pick it up to show the sincerity of the Rus people.

The sword is here, this is the sword that I want to inherit!

Although Rurik felt that this Damascus steel knife full of patterns, he did not arrange for Kravassen's 100-smelting steel sword forged with the world's top Swedish iron ore to be more useful.

Rurik looked at a sword, and saw with eagerness that his father had already very skillfully pulled out the cork stopper, and poured tons and tons of spirits into his abdomen against the glass bottle. He had no choice but to give it to his father again. Here are some bottles. .

Then Otto opened another bottle in the hook.

It was this bottle, and Otto poured it into a delicate glass, letting the fragrance begin to be wanton.

"Ah! It's really good wine, how much do you think it should be sold for?"

Seeing his father drank so much, Rurik was amazed that his father already knew how to drink alcoholics.

Nothing! After all, it's from Ross.

Rurik said with a cold face: "At least one hundred silver coins. I'll see the situation. This bottle of wine can also be sold for two hundred silver coins."

"So how many bottles do you have now?"

"You want to drink?" Rurik became alert. He didn't answer his father's words at all, but urged: "Hurry up and tell me what you want to say."

"Okay. Because Gould, the slaves, mercenaries, and other weird things you need, he completely over-fulfilled. Boy, you have promised him a lot!"

"Is it at twice the market price to buy wheat? I know." Rurik nodded, "I wish he would come back now."

"His eldest son came first. That fat guy should have seen you for the first time. Now that it's dark, I'll talk about it tomorrow. That guy said, Gould brought 230,000 pounds of wheat. Can you buy it? "

"Ah?! So much!" Rurik was really taken aback.

Regarding the weight of Roman pounds, Rurik can best refer to the weight of later British pounds. After all, the Roman pound weighs less than one catty (500g), and it must be much higher than half a catty. Another intuitive assessment is that one pound of wheat is enough for a worker to build a house without being hungry. Here, there is of course a little difference between being hungry and having a full meal.

The reality is that a strong man who builds a house and sells manual labor may consume 3,000 calories a day. One roman pound of oats is optimistically estimated to provide him with 1,600 kcal. The missing part is immediately made up for with fish. Besides, on ordinary days, people generally eat fish.

In fact, the strong men of the Rus people are the big stomach kings of the fish world. A brawny man eats four herrings and he has a calorie intake of 1,600 calories!

The price of fish at the Roseburg Fish Market can often buy 30 pounds of herring or 40 pounds of cod for a silver coin. Whale meat is very expensive. A brawny man who sells purely physical labor, three silver coins can guarantee that within a month, he can get two thousand calories if he eats three pounds of herring every day.

But there are no purely proletarians who sell their physical strength. Most of the Ross people's jobs are fishermen and hunters. Their ability to hunt and fish is such that the main consumers of fish meat for a long time have been merchants who live as guests. Most of the Rus tribe has always eaten a lot of fish, so it is only natural that there are a group of strong men in the tribe!

So the guys Rurik entertained him eat meat every day. Everyone is very willing to eat delicious herring. Perhaps the most fundamental reason is that the two Roman-pound herrings contain more than 1,200 calories. The physical exhaustion of the eight or nine-year-old boy.

Herring is a cold-water fish with a very large population and extremely high calorific value in the Baltic Sea. Two pounds of herring are worth one pound of oats.

Rurik simply could not calculate accurately, nor did he make a good estimate.

The fact is that if he can really make the Russ, fish-eaters, have the opportunity to eat a lot of wheat, the result will be that the diet of the Russ has reached the level of the fat people in Sweden in the 21st century in the ninth century. By then, I am afraid that the Ross people will face another dilemma, that is, they will begin to be qualified to care about obesity.

After making calculations in Rurik's mind, he estimated that so much wheat would be enough for a thousand strong men to eat for two hundred and thirty days. The native population of the Ross tribe has now completely exceeded 4,000 due to the participation of foreign women.

As far as eating is concerned, of course the Ross people do not have to consider the mouths of merchants and visitors. Thousands of them will find their own way to eat. Lurik only needs to consider their own lives.

Now, the Rus people have to use the traditional skills of Novgorod Sorgon. Can you bring back 100,000 pounds of wheat this time? In theory it is possible.

Rurik believed that his father's force had deterred the rebellion over there, and the rest was the autumn raid.

An optimistic estimate is that it is reasonable to search for a total of 100,000 pounds of grain from the various estates, and even more.

It's good now, Rurik understands that inspiring the merchants to traffic food is more effective than looting by the fleet of his own tribe.

Of course, businessmen are not profitable and cannot afford to do things early. Buyers must pay considerable money to encourage them to do things.

But to solve the tribal food problem, Rurik had an account in his mind.

That is the population of the Rus tribe. How much food do they need in a year?

Rurik made an assessment of the order of magnitude, that is, according to the standard of 4,000 strong men, 1.5 million pounds are needed for the whole year. This value is still a huge overestimation. After all, fish, especially herring, account for a large proportion in the diet of the Ross people.

Of course, if you can eat wheat, of course everyone likes it very much.

It is like that after the leader tried the spirits, he has become a very proficient bottle blowing master in less than ten days.

Everyone eats wheat cakes, bread and porridge every day, and I am afraid that they will not be able to accept the bitter days of living on surimi or simply eating herring raw. Everyone has been living this way for generations, and of course they don't think this is a hard life. But after getting used to eating bread every day, the past days are defined as bitter days that we must do our best to fall back.

Among the Ross tribe, there are not many people who need to eat a pound of wheat every day, and perhaps only a thousand people. Rurik conservatively estimated that the entire tribe's annual food consumption is only 1 million pounds at this stage.

What kind of concept is this?

Rurik estimated that if he bought the food that Gould had trafficked, plus the food that his father had taken to Novgorod to search. I'm afraid there are other merchants who brought some food to try to sell.

This winter, the Ross people are likely to stock up to 400,000 pounds of wheat!

Roseburg has never stored so much food before!

With his face turning red, Ottomu said seriously, "My boy, the big money box you set up should come in handy now! I need your advice!"

"Use! It must be used. That big cash box is used for this!"

"Are you sure? Maybe you shouldn't insist on buying food at double the price. You should understand that that is a huge amount of money! We are also doing business at a loss."

"Of course I know, but a good man must be honest, don't you? I have promised and will do the same. 230,000 pounds of food is 46,000 silver coins. This money, we... Rurik gritted his teeth: "We can afford it!"

"Are you very persistent? No change?!" Otto continued to ask.

"Yes! It's unchanged."

Otto couldn't help sighing: "I thought you would shrink! That's close to fifty thousand silver coins. You are so simple. It seems that your vision is not limited to this amount of money."

"Of course!" Rurik could hear this compliment, so he took the opportunity to boast: "I want to build a great career, and I am a man who has received the favor of God. If I am blinded by some of the silver of the world, I will fall. At the end of the day, the money in the big cash box is for our Roths and our servants, not for my personal pleasure. Besides, even for pleasure, I have better toys."

Otto was happy in his heart, now by returning to the original topic. He fiddled with the wine bottle in his hand: "I thought your crystal glass was shocking. Now it seems that you can make a lot of them in a short time, and each one can be sold at a high price. In my opinion, you can use these wines to make money. Those silver coins."

"Oh? Dad, these are the vodkas I prepared for you."

Hearing it, Otto felt even better. But Otto is not a real drunkard. Taking advantage of his clear mind, he suggested: "Sell to Gould, you can offer a better price. Listen, the crystal glass contains burnable wine, what do you think? It's all a miracle. Say! How many bottles of wine did you prepare?"

"To be honest, there are a hundred bottles. As long as you provide me with more ale, Dad, I can make more."

"One hundred bottles? Each bottle sells for two hundred silver coins. Twenty thousand silver coins are fine. Don't you still have soap?"

"Yes. My little maids, they are already very good soap artisans."

"Sell the soap to Gould, just like you did in the spring."

Rurik nodded: "Dad, I will take care of these."

Otto smiled, smiling like a 200-jin elephant seal. Excited, he pulled out the cork again, and then stared at the mouth of the bottle: "I'm so stupid, I am worried that you will be reluctant to bear the money, and I never thought that you are the biggest businessman. Ah! It's a good wine. A bottle is two pounds of silver, Valha. The holy thing I pulled, I ended up enjoying three bottles today. I'm so extravagant."

"You also know your luxury?! Others only use three silver coins a month, how about you? You drank six hundred silver coins." After listening to Niya for a long time, she smiled and unopened the table in person. Taking away the bottle, her pride cannot be concealed in her words: "Listen, keep some goods for your son. We still want this thing to make money."

"Ah! Okay. Rurik, I'll leave you with tomorrow's business! The key is here." Otto put the key to the bronze lock of the small room in the priest's long house on the table, and then he poured the spirits abruptly. , Immediately lay down on the ground. Looking at the wooden beams of his long house, he felt the sky spinning more and more, feeling that everything gradually became dreamy, and slowly snoring everywhere...

A new day has arrived in calm. As news of the arrival of the large fleet has spread throughout Roseburg, people are boiling!

Rurik suspended today's training, and he really couldn't train.

Merchants return to their nest in Roseburg like a flock of migratory birds~www.mtlnovel.com~ The Ross people must gather at the beach with men, women, old and young, with coins, in order to make a big purchase.

Sure enough, Otto had a hangover again, and thanks to the temporary decentralization last night, Rurik performed Otto's task.

It cannot be said that Otto deliberately neglected the merchants. Otto really felt that he needed to retire. When he saw the miracle that wine can burn in the blacksmith's shop, and even carried a wine bottle, he could reproduce the miracle anywhere, he had this idea.

It is really a good thing to let my son go through.

But Otto certainly didn't know that his precious son had the ability to be unique from the beginning. Even if Rurik was innocent at first, his temperament has quietly changed since his little face was covered with deer blood.

After all, Rurik, or Liu Li, is already a man who intends to pursue power.

Today he brought the leader's sword, coupled with the particularity of his work today.

It can be said that Rurik became the leader, only to kneel in the stone ship altar and accept a ceremony.