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To go to the south, of course to the south!

Rurik completely regarded himself as a powerful leader, and now a major opportunity related to the future development of the Rus people is in front of him. If he can't grasp it, it will greatly harm the interests of the tribe.

Niya in the inner room heard all this, and she hurried out of the room.

"Ruriek, are you going to Mellaren?!"

"correct."

"That's too dangerous, I know you are going to do a business, but you..."

"Are you worried about me?" Rurik asked knowingly.

"Yes." Niya straightened his eyes: "I heard your conversation. Your father is still in Novgorod. Since Olekin asked the leader to give an answer, maybe Haroldosson will represent you at this time. ..."

"No! I have decided, the money is mine, buying food is also my business, selling iron is even more my business. He is just a war chief who has been banned by his father as a war chief who guards his hometown. He has been indulging in female **** for a year. , His words can bear weight."

Niya was taken aback and couldn't help but sigh with his son's city.

She estimated that she couldn't and had no reason to stop her son, she couldn't help her.

At this moment Snoreva hurriedly promised: "My distinguished lady, if Rurik goes to the south, my family will always protect his safety."

"You?" Niya looked at the chubby Snoreva and narrowed his eyes. "Forget it. My son must be guarded by a good soldier when he goes to the south. Trust you? I trust my nephew more."

Niya immediately stated his attitude. Of course, Rurik can go to the south and be a mother. He needs excellent soldiers to protect his safety. She knocked on the floor: "I know you are in a hurry. When do you plan to return?"

"Probably tomorrow." Snoreva said

"So fast?" Liurik was a little surprised when he heard Snoreva's words.

Niya suppressed the surprise in his heart, "Then call Harozhosen and Arik over quickly. Rurik, you need to tell Harozhosen about this, Arik and Yevlo you trust, I only trust this Two people can protect your safety."

Before long, the people who should come rushed like the leader's house.

Harrodsson panted: "Ruriek, you are actually going to the south. Even if you are doing a big business, maybe you should be led by the big boss, just like in the past."

Rurik didn't change his face: "I have decided, no one can stop me."

"Yes, of course I can't stop you, but if the chieftain comes back, how should I tell him?"

"Are you afraid he will punish you?" Rurik asked deliberately.

"Of course! To be honest, he ordered me to protect you."

"Oh, that would really trouble you. But I'm not young anymore, I have to do something. Now the leader of Mellaren asked us to send someone to the meeting for the meeting. If I don't go for this and other things, would you go? ?"

Rlik completely brought Harozossen to his army, but Harozossen was really self-aware. His task was just to guard his hometown. If something happened, he would take care of it. That's it.

Harrodsson does not have the authority to deal with tribal affairs, and his power is not even as good as that of the high priest.

Arik pitted his voice: "Go to Mellaren? Interesting. Brother, there is nothing to be afraid of. There are many people in Mellaren, but most of them are cowards. Haro Zuosen is afraid of them, I am not afraid."

"You...Ah." Haro Zossen was a little angry, he lowered his head, "Arik, you still have to beware of them. I naturally know more than you are older than you. For so many years, the big leader has not gone south, no one knows. The attitude of the Mellaren people."

"Even so, I am not afraid. I can easily kill ten enemies, and if you give me a hundred people, I dare to attack the Danes!"

Arik's rhetoric was very uplifting, but Rurik heard a hint of danger from Haroldoson's mouth.

Hongmen feast? Not so much. Are the Mellaren people full enough to fight their allies? Probably because the heads of the two tribes have not been in contact for a long time, it is not unreasonable for the two parties to be wary of each other because of their strangeness.

With this in mind, Lulik consciously needs to bring a large number of guards, which should be led by two generals, Arik and Jeflo.

Since Chief Mellaren intends to do business, he is essentially eager for food for weapons, so let's do it.

Since ancient times, arms trading has been a real huge profit. After all, this is a tool for a group to protect themselves, and it is worth paying a lot to own it.

This results in ordnance makers who can profit from it.

What makes Rurik very happy is that despite the cold weather, a large number of southern onions have been shipped back.

They are all purchased by the Gould family. The arrival of onions is really a help for the Ross people. It makes people feel that the situation in agriculture this year is not serious. It even has an additional significance, which is to make the people think that this year's situation will not be too bad. The Gould's boats have brought in the first batch of southern agricultural products, and there must be a large number of fleets coming. On the way.

The situation was urgent, and Rurik estimated that he would have to rush at sea for two to three days to reach Mlaren. If he sailed day and night for two days, he would arrive there.

Rurik organized fifty people, including veterans selected by Arik and his own serene mercenaries. These people have two characteristics in common. First, they killed many enemies. Second, they are well equipped. Each has chain mail, steel sword and steel axe, and even covered with deerskin wood impregnated and hardened with pine glue. shield.

Of course, Rurik did not leave empty-handed. A large amount of the leather he picked up during the summer was transported to Roseburg, most of which had been tanned, including precious bear skins.

Of course, there is money to buy a lot of agricultural products. As the person in charge of the "big money box", he easily withdrew up to five hundred Roman pounds of silver coins from the longhouse of the priest, which weighed almost two hundred kilograms, and these were undoubtedly the money for the purchase of grain.

A huge amount of wheat and vegetables will be transported back on this trip, and Rurik is grateful that his cousin has captured a large number of fishing boats, and now they must also serve as transport ships.

The next morning, after a night's rest, Rurik and his men hurried to the dock of Gould's house.

A large number of people have already boarded the ship, and as many as thirty ships are waiting to set sail.

Rurik and Carlota stood on the trestle in full costumes, facing Niya and Harozosen, and even the other farewellers.

"Oh, it's doing business, or for our tribe. You two must be careful when you go to the south."

Thousands of words can't explain a mother's worry about her child, and now, Niya is also worried about the substantive adopted daughter Carlotta.

"Don't worry anymore, mother, I will take care of the matter. When we return, it will bring us enough wheat to eat for a year." Rurik encouraged.

"Oh I hope so, Carlotta will go too, she may not need to go."

"I must go." Carlotta robbed him. "Mom, after all, I am the leader of the Ostara clan. They think my clan is over. I will tell the leader this time. There are other tribes, Ostara. Not dead, we are reborn under the blessing of the Ross people."

Niya's nose was sorrowful, and when there was a cold wind, she covered her mouth and never said again.

As for Harrodsson, he has nothing to say. When Rurik stepped on the board, he waved his hand vigorously: "I will continue to guard, and I will tell the chief leader everything."

The strong north wind was blowing fiercely with solid sails made of linen and wool. A mighty fleet of ships left the Roseburg Fjord. The bow of the fleet was riding on the waves, and the fleet was sailing at high speed, and there were even a lot of ships on board. People are scared.

Rurik was wrapped in a sheepskin blanket to resist the cold wind from the north, his eyes always looking forward.

It was the first time that he ran to the south, he had no experience to talk about, and his knowledge of the Mellaren tribe was limited to hearsay.

Compared to standard warships, Rurik still prefers solid transport ships. It is wide and tough. Its tenon-and-mortise structure and shaded oak ensure the overall firmness. The massive use of rosin seals all the gaps and cannot be destroyed by huge waves.

But the fly in the ointment is that all the transport ships are still not equipped with Class A, but some planks are laid across, artificially separating the cargo from the place in the station, and this is already regarded as a kind of innovation.

It's still not as fast as a warship, but it requires fewer people to manoeuvre by relying solely on wind power. In terms of cost performance, it is very high.

The whole day of sailing did not end as night fell.

The wind weakened at night. In order to avoid getting lost, the fleet deliberately stayed close to the coastline. The sailors maneuvering the sails at night watched the hazy sight of the west and used the stars to navigate, and the fleet continued to move forward.

A new day has arrived, and in the past night, no one knows how far the fleet has gone. Fortunately, the whole team is in order.

Rurik slept all night wrapped in sheepskin, and when he woke up, he pounded Carlotta, who was sleeping next to him.

"Ah, are we there yet?" The girl rubbed her eyes vigorously. She took off the sheepskin and put on the sheepskin again when a chill came.

"Be careful, don't get sick," Rurik said, wrapped in sheepskin.

The cold slammed, and Carlotta's sleepy eyes disappeared. She wrapped her sheepskin and stood up, ignoring her hungry belly, looking at the foggy south with big eyes.

She asked casually: "How long do we have to sail?"

Snoreva, who had awakened a long time ago and hugged a fish, said casually: "Maybe tonight, anyway, we're almost there."

"Can't you hurry up?" Rurik urged impatiently. "This **** ship, it's really big but it can't keep out the cold. I have to stay here for a long time to get sick."

Snoreva shrugged: "My lord, this is how we sail."

"How can you stand it like this?"

"if not?"

"Ah, it's amazing." Rurik patted his head vigorously. "That's right, for you, invite the shipbuilder from Mellaren to Rose."

"I'm already doing it. As for how many people have been persuaded, it will only be clear when the fleet returns."

"Well, I hope the excellent shipbuilders will come, and they can build me a cargo ship that can carry wooden houses."

Snoreva didn't care about Rurik's mumbling at all, but here at Rurik, the plan had already been set, and all he needed was a shipbuilder who could build cargo ships on a large scale. Therefore, this time going south, no matter if it was taken by abductee or bought with a lot of money, a few shipbuilders had to be drawn to Roseburg.

The sea fog dissipated, and the north wind was still roaring. Although the sun was shining brightly, the weather could no longer restore the warmth of the past.

There are more and more fishing boats in the sea, some of them are the Ross fishing boats for herring and whaling in the ocean, and more are the ships of the Merlaren and Uppsala.

Standing on the bow of the pilot boat, Snoreva suddenly yelled, seeing that the time was right, "Hang the signal flag, all ships follow us, ready to turn!"

Lying in the cabin groggy, Rurik had had enough of the ups and downs. He was very fortunate that he had no signs of seasickness because of the physique of the people at sea.

He and Carlota got up, and the mercenary soldiers sat upright. All the ships were turning under the control of the sailors of Gould's family. The fleet began to shuttle between a large number of green offshore islands, and finally aimed at a large fjord and plunged in.

On some islands, low thatched soil embryo houses appeared, as well as wandering miniature fishing boats operated by only two or three people, and even simple fishing on the shore.

Looking at the transport fleet that suddenly entered, they stood up and saluted.

"Hey! Snoreva, what are these Mellaren people looking at?"

"Of course it is watching us."

"Look at us? What do we have?" Rurik asked puzzledly.

"Because we are from Ross! My lord, there is no fleet from the north. There is a huge scale like ours."

Large scale? It's just thirty ships.

Rurik said no more, he stood by the boat, trying to reach out to touch the water, but his arm was too far from the waterline.

This is the case with a cargo ship, which has a large draft and deep hull.

Rurik paid attention to the surrounding scene. In the west, it was a wide area of water, with large and small islands on both sides of the ship, and a large number of scattered houses.

At this time, a sailor threw down the wooden barrel with the rope, and then picked up the barrel full of water.

Just maneuvering the sail to tilt, letting the rudder of the tail adjust and lower it, the stocky ship turned, and the sailor was sweating profusely.

Rurik was surprised to see that the shirtless sailor, who was not afraid of the cold, could not care to drink directly from the huge bucket.

"Hey! Are you stupid? You actually drink sea water!"

The sailor glanced at the talking Rurique and couldn't help but uttered aloud, but the water continued to drink.

While Rurik was puzzled, Snoreva stood up to clarify: "My lord, in fact, since we entered the islands, the waters we are in is Lake Mlaren. They drink fresh water."

"Huh?" Rurik pointed directly under the boat. "We have entered the Great Lake?"

"Exactly."

"Hurry up, when will we arrive."

Snoreva froze for a moment, and hurriedly responded: "At the earliest tonight, if you don't want to spend another night on the lake."

"Hurry up! I want to arrive at your island tonight. Listen, this is an order."

The large Lake Mlaren is more like the sea. There are many small islands on the lake. A large number of fishing boats of the Mlaren people catch freshwater fish. There are a lot of green fields by the lake, which is undoubtedly a wheat field.

It was evening, and Rurik's energy was being consumed by the long voyage.

The thin lake mist rose again, and the sunset softly illuminated the whole world like a fairyland.

People who live by the lake call such scenes "Melaren" and imagine the existence of a Goddess of Mellaren, who is the goddess who bestows abundant aquatic products and irrigation of farmland on the lakeside residents.

Such a myth is full of people's hopes for a stable life.

However, the agriculture of the Mlaren people really depends on the summer sunshine. There were more people fishing on the lake than in previous years, and as the fleet continued to deepen, Rurik saw a large number of boats.

"We're already in the middle of the lake?" Rurik asked.

"It will be here soon, oh, thanks for the **** north wind, our speed is really fast." Snoreva also completed the route from Roseburg to Mlarenburg for the first time in just two days. . He had to sigh, if it weren't for his father's order to urge him, he wouldn't be so desperate.

Rurik didn't think this was a feat, just as he saw an amazing number of Merlaren fishing boats and took it for granted that they were indeed powerful tribes qualified to be leaders.

In fact, the real situation is that this year's wheat harvest is doomed to fail, and the desperate farmers have to return to the fishermen's old line. Tens of thousands of people rushed to the vast lakes to fish for fish and reserve them to prevent starvation.

After all, most of them are tenant peasants who work for the leader Olegin. The more the year of poor harvest, the less hope for Olegin's kindness.

Because Olekin is also a principled man after all, the amount of rent agreed upon is not affected by natural disasters.

The sky was already very dim, and a lot of gray shadows appeared in the distance, and they were looming in the last glow.

Rurik is already very sleepy, and Carlotta can't take care of so much. She curled up like a golden cat and took a nap~www.mtlnovel.com~ There is the Mellaren Bazaar, and all the shadows belong to them. house. "Snoreva guided.

Lurik looked at him, and was shocked by the magnitude of Mellarenburg. Think about it, too, they are located in the lakeside plain, can reclaim and build unscrupulously, unlike Roseburg, which is controlled by mountains and rocks.

"Where is Gould Island?"

"It's there!" Snoreva expertly pointed to a dim firelight of a Raptor, "Even if it's dark, I won't admit the wrong direction. Sir, we have reached our destination, and the fleet is forging ahead. "

"Hurry up, then. I hope Gould will roast a lamb as usual to treat me and my soldiers."

Snoreva replied sincerely: "Don't worry, my father will treat everyone. Including sailors and rudders."

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