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The whole day is like a dream.

Gould returned to his island in the evening, leaning back on his bear-skin chair for the first time.

Seeing his father frowning thoughtfully, the eldest son Snoreva approached cautiously: "Dad, those things during the day..."

"Damn it! Maybe this business shouldn't be done. We are just businessmen."

"Dad, we already..."

"Yes! I can't get off when I get on the ship!" Gould stood up suddenly, obviously he finally wanted to understand: "Olekin, you are an idiot! Otto is busy conquering Novgorod and conquering the East. The land is comparable to a person like you hiding in the lake. If you want Otto himself to come, he can't come!"

"Dad..." Snoreva saw his father's anger and didn't know what to do for a while.

"Snoreva!"

"in!"

"Prepare the ship, you give me a trip back to Roseburg!"

"Ah! This..."

"You have to convey my words to Rurik. All that we discussed with Olekin today can only be determined by Rurik. I hope he can agree with us, and I hope you will bring a lot of silver coins with you when you come back. Get on a large number of empty ships. Oh, better you can invite Rurik to come to Merlaren."

The first thing is easy to solve, only the latter. Snoreva choked for a while: "Dad, he's still a child, maybe..."

"But he is the leader of the future. You! As long as I pass on my words, it is up to him whether or not Rurik will come."

"Yes." After that, Snoreva turned and left.

"Oh, wait a minute."

"Dad, there are orders?"

Gould wiped the sweat from his forehead: "You organize a small fleet to bring back some of the goods we bought as much as possible. Listen, in the future, we must organize a large number of merchant ships to transport food full-time."

Transport ships will not be enough, so now we are desperately clearing the inventory. Snoreva realized everything, so he hurriedly worked.

Only on the third day, a fleet of five transport ships set sail. Its stocky cabin is piled with a lot of onions and cabbage (because the weather is not very good because of the cold weather), and flax bought from the merchants of the Yilmalen tribe to pile up half of the cargo ship storage space.

A proud fat man with his more than forty entourages, maneuvering the entire fleet, with important tasks to start a task that must be completed quickly.

The sea breeze in August is always changeable, the climate has turned colder, and the time of northerly wind is much longer than that of southerly.

Is it such a climate that wheat can still head well?

The men of the Gould family weren't the chubby Snoreva standing on the bow of the ship. He didn't think that Olekin could use normal means to get the 500,000 pounds of oats that his father needed.

However, if that guy can really scavenge so much grain, the happiest one must be Rlic.

"Five hundred thousand pounds of wheat. When the harvest season arrives, my family will buy some grain in Unkras. Will there be 600,000 pounds of grain returned to Roseburg? Otto will search from Novgorod again. Grain will be taxed in Shilla Fort. Will Rose Fort be able to hoard a million pounds of wheat this fall?"

Snorevachi is fat, and his chubby head is loaded with a calculating brain, just like his father. He estimated that the population actually directly controlled by the Ross tribe should have reached the scale of 6,000.

Roseburg is not an exclusive settlement for the Ross people. Every winter, about 3,000 people migrate like migratory birds.

Almost all foreign merchants came with a large amount of food, and the Rus people could not supply them with food at all.

In this way, the total population of all kinds of people who really respect the leader of Rose as the head, including the literati who have recently surrendered, has exceeded 10,000.

Among them, there are probably only 4,000 people living in Roseburg, and the remaining 3,000 are merchant families.

A group of Russ became pioneers and opened up a new living space in the field. They did not need new food supplies at all.

There are four thousand mouths in Roseburg, children and old people, and a lot of young labor. If there are one million pounds of wheat, the average person can get two hundred and fifty pounds.

The actual situation can't be calculated like this. Snoreva really understands that even if there is no large amount of food to move in, the Ross people can use their own hands to go to the ocean to fish for everyone's stomach. Rurik would definitely distribute the food without hesitation, so that the Russ can eat regularly, and most of the young and middle-aged can become strong.

The men of the entire tribe are tall and strong, and the women of the tribe are full of health and vitality. They also master the ability to smelt the best iron tools. They have a large population and a strong desire to expand. How can these tribes not be strong? reason.

Thinking about it this way, Snoreva felt that the Mellaren people were personally handing over the hegemony of the alliance to the Ross people in the north. For my own family, it couldn't be better.

Food is not harvested, and a large number of merchant ships that should go northward cannot buy food for the winter, so they have no great intention to move forward. Their eyes are always fixed on some large commercial families represented by Gould. If this group of people don't act, why should they act first?

Now, time is approaching September in the Julian calendar, and the weather is getting cooler day by day.

For the Ross people, the big leader's fleet has not returned, as well as a large number of merchants. At a time, many people simply ran to the priest's long house to try to inquire about the news to determine whether the calendar had reached the right moment.

This day passed. The end of August, which should have been lively and lively, turned out to be a quiet scene.

Life has to go on. What's going on in the south, just go to the fishing boat to find out.

But the pace of winter is slowly approaching, and the fishermen can't take care of so much. For the fishermen who occupy a large population of the tribe, they are soldiers in war and fishermen in peaceful days. In order to pass the winter smoothly, they started the largest scale before winter Fishing.

The women of the tribe would not be idle, so close to the beach, a large number of pottery urns were set up and burned desperately, only to boil the sea salt pickled fish. Some simple wooden houses are caught in the smoky fire all day long. Hundreds of herrings with their internal organs and fish heads removed are hung on the bonfire for roasting, and finally become harder, smoked dried fish, supplemented by a small amount of salt. Keep fresh.

Even the Briton slaves in the Rurik's house were asked by Niya to process fish and store them.

No matter what, life has to go on as usual, and the residents of all households are stockpiling fish-based foods.

Rurik also asked the hundreds of children under his command. They carried more than a hundred axes into the nearby forest, felled small trees and chopped them into firewood. There are a large number of orphans. They are really being raised by Rurik. This gift is of course not completely free. They have to work to support themselves when they can, for example, they personally chop the stored firewood. It is their fuel for heating and cooking in winter.

The entire tribe is actively preparing supplies for the winter. Seeing the busyness of the tribe, Rurik, who is a little worried about the outside world, feels a little relieved.

There has been a small fleet, they light up the wide linen sails, attracting the attention of the fishing boats in the entire sea.

Is it a businessman returning from the South?

They are indeed from the Gould family, as long as people with good eyesight see the fat man standing on the bow, they can easily make such a judgment.

The fleet went straight to the wharf of Gould's house, and all of the sudden transport ships rode the wind and waves against the north wind, and finally threw the cables to the people on the trestle bridge, and all the ships drew ashore smoothly.

"My lord, are you all back? Where's the master?"

"They are all in the south. Quick! Unload all the goods you put on and put them into the warehouse." Snoreva ordered immediately when he landed ashore.

"Oh, sir, we will do it right away, and please go home and rest."

"No need! I want to see the leader immediately."

After all, Snoreva went straight to the house of Chief Ross without looking back, which made the servants of Gould's house look puzzled. Who would have thought that the eldest son of the family would come back suddenly, without visiting the family brothers who stayed behind, and heading straight to the chief's house. Besides, the chief leader Otto is not there. Shouldn't he visit Harrodsson who was ordered to guard Roseburg?

Snoreeva hurried forward, causing both of his followers to run to keep up.

When he stood in front of Rurik's house, he was already out of breath.

He took off his beautiful white fox hat and faced the mercenaries standing guard at the door; "Quick! Go and tell your master! I... Snoreva of Gould's house, I want to see Rurik, I want to Report the matter."

The heavy door was opened, and Rurik, who was idle and taking a nap, learned of the mercenary's report, and subconsciously believed that something big had happened in the south.

Sitting cross-legged in the hall, he asked Carlotta to pour him a cup of chrysanthemum tea with filtered petals.

Snoreva drank it, but his heart was still beating.

"Something big happened in the South? Where's Gould? Is he back?"

Snoreva wiped his mouth in a hurry, and said eagerly: "My lord, my father negotiated a business with the leader of Mellaren. Some very important matters must be decided by you, so I am back."

"Me?" It was really a hot news, "I... I didn't ask your father to negotiate with that leader."

"But my lord, business opportunities always come without warning. Only by seizing the opportunity can you make a lot of money. My father asked me to bring you a message."

"What did he say?!"

"He quoted the leader of Mellaren that the Mellaren people would pay a big price for Ross's steel swords, spearheads, and even crossbows."

"What about the price?!"

The question that Rurik blurted out without thinking, instantly made Snoreva understand that his little master had a keen interest in trade.

"A sword is a pound of silver, and the spearhead is half a pound. It's still a crossbow, and the price that the man proposed is two pounds."

"It's so..." Rurik pinched his hairless chin, and the price offered by the other party had exceeded his expectations.

Originally, the construction of blast furnaces has already developed the mines in the north, in order to better arm themselves, while selling products to maximize profits.

For consumer goods such as soap and luxury goods such as glassware, their market space may be very small.

How can I make a lot of money? Ironware! Especially military iron weapons!

"I had planned to bring some excellent ironware to the south to sell and make a lot of money. I didn't expect the Mellaren people to come uninvited. But Gould will never let you come back in a hurry because of this." Muttered for a while. , Rurik suddenly raised his head, his attitude became very serious: "Tell me, what is the most important task given to you? How is it done? Also, what are the merchants in the south doing and why don't they come back? Is it possible that the Mellaren people are making trouble?"

"It's about food. My father negotiated a deal with the Olekin, and Chief Mellaren would personally sell us half a million pounds of oats..."

"Wait! What are you talking about? How many pounds of wheat?!" Rurik's small head suddenly stretched out and Snoreva jumped, and the three girls, including Carlota, who was on standby, were also taken aback.

"It's half a million pounds. It's just the Mellaren tribe, and their leader will provide half a million pounds."

"Ah? So much! Is this possible? Can they really produce so much food?"

Snoreva shrugged: "I was skeptical. I heard the amount proposed by Olekin with my own ears."

"What about the price?" Rurik asked anxiously.

"Fifty thousand silver coins."

"Ah! So much?! Five hundred pounds of silver?!"

"My lord, that Olekin said, a silver coin buys ten pounds of wheat. This is their price, and no changes will be made."

"Too much." Rurik shook his head. "I remember the price of last year's harvest. A silver coin can buy up to seventeen pounds of wheat. Is that Olekin crazy? How can he be? Just because he is. Leader?"

"I'm afraid that's the case. Olekin also asked the chief leader Otto to go to Mlaren. That person should convene an alliance as the leader of the alliance. Maybe the date of the alliance will be placed next year."

For a long time Rlik regarded the Mind Subtribe Alliance as the air, and the Rus people had been living their lives, and the intersection with the south was almost in the spontaneous business dealings of the merchants. After all, everyone is a brother in the alliance. The leader intends to organize a meeting of the alliance. As the northernmost Rus of the alliance, he is indeed obliged to participate.

"League of Nations? Do all tribes have to participate?" Rurik asked knowingly.

"Of course, the leaders of all tribes must participate."

"What if you don't participate?" Rurik asked deliberately with provocative words.

"Who knows?" Snoreva shrugged: "But for our future business, we should participate. Also, Carlotta of Ostara should also participate in the alliance as the leader.

When Snoreva said, Carlotta's heart, a year ago, she was wandering in the market of Mellaren and almost died there. Because of this experience, all she got in Mellaren was indifference, but she got a new life in Roseburg. Thanks to the favor of the Byros, the remaining Ostara settled down, and the tribe began to reproduce.

Even if there are only a hundred women and children left in the tribe, the tribe is still part of the alliance.

"Yes! We have to participate, Lurik, we Ostala will always stand by the Ross people."

Rurik glanced at Carlotta's determined eyes and nodded: "You are the leader of Ostara, and I am not the leader for the time being. I think my father will participate, and he still needs to decide on this matter."

Snoreva immediately took the words: "My lord, the chief is not in Roseburg. Regarding the purchase of food, Olekin is waiting for a reply from the chief Ross. This matter must be decided by you."

"Me? I'm not the leader yet, maybe it should be Harrodsson..."

"No! My father said, if the leader is not there, you must decide this matter. Because, except for Otto, you are the true leader."

Rurik was very happy when he heard it. Besides, buying food was organized and responsible by himself. Regardless of whether or not "the leader Mellaren will sell food in person", Gould will return with a large amount of food as usual this year.

"Oh... it's just that Olekin's price is too high. What does he think?"

"My lord, the situation of the southern food is not good. This year is too cold. It must be the harvest season that the price of food will rise. We can't even guarantee that you can buy ten pounds for a silver coin."

"Ah!" For a moment, Rurik thought of the nature of the cold weather this year. "By the way, you just said that a lot of wheat didn't even head out?"

"Yes, my lord, a lot of fertile fields are owed~www.mtlnovel.com~ I think we need to seize this opportunity."

Realizing that there had been a serious situation in the calm, Rurik thought for a moment, what on earth does this Olekin want to do? It is necessary to sell a huge amount of grain in exchange for a huge sum of money in the years when the harvest is voluntarily owed, and to use the huge sum to buy a very high-quality Ross ironware.

That guy is going to expand the army!

Expansion? Will it be detrimental to the Ross people? Do not! I'm afraid that guy is deliberately guarding against aggressive Danes and Gotlanders.

Rurik slapped his thigh and stood up: "I'm clear on this deal! We must finish it. By the way, what else did your father say?"

"He... he invited you to go directly to Mlaren. Maybe you and Olekin personally negotiate, it will have a very positive meaning for our future trade."

"Okay! Then go to the South."

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