Rise of Rurik

Bona's hands were perfectly clean, the water on her hands was dried by the charcoal fire, and her hands quickly became dry again.

What about grease? They actually disappeared!

Bona had never experienced anything like this in her life, she started bouncing in place and yelling.

"Rurik, what's going on? Haha? Where's the oil? It's all gone. Where did they go?"

Rurik wanted to say that all the grease was taken away by the hydrophilic base of the soap, but they certainly couldn't understand it.

He pointed to the cloudy water in the tub: "The oil is in the water, it's just different, Bona, now your hands are clean, maybe you use it to wash your face or wash your clothes, too became very clean."

"Oh! That's for sure. My dear Rurik, you've made such a wonderful baby." Bona subconsciously stretched out her soapy hand and kissed Rurik's cheek affectionately: "Dear, You have helped us a lot, and now we won't have to worry about oil stains when we boil the oil."

Rurik had never heard what nickname Bona would call herself, and it was the first time today.

The person who inherited the position of the great priest without incident, she is an ambitious guy, and she was excited like a child today.

The other priests were even more comical. They all put their hands into the oil urn, only to ask the baby named soupa to magically take away the oil in an instant.

And so they did, while Rurik watched them as toy children, fiddling with a large square brick of earthy soap.

A large amount of snow water was melted, and soon, the basins of snow water became abnormally turbid, and the oily hands of the priests became clean again.

Rurik had been completely put to the side, and the priestesses suddenly became chattering. They not only washed their hands but also their faces, and some people accidentally got soap bubbles into their eyes. The first time people try soap to wash their face, they feel very wonderful.

All of them also washed their faces exceptionally clean for the first time since they were born. And those turbid water, they suddenly have a special understanding.

The water became cloudy, and his face changed from unclean to clean.

Rurik's soupa has a magical power, and the thing that makes the water cloudy must be the dirt on his own face.

They chatted about these things, and Rurik listened hilariously and didn't want to say anything.

The hilarious performance of the priestesses succeeded in attracting the high priest Willia.

She walked out of her compartment with a walking stick, and it was extremely rare to see her subordinates so active, and many people were still laughing.

"What's going on!? What did you eat last night, why did you wake up like crazy in the morning?" Villa scolded.

"It's Rurik's baby, he succeeded." After saying that, Bona picked up the wet soap and approached Veriac to show her delight.

"That's it?" Villa was a little suspicious, she cast aside the young figure of Rurik who was standing confidently, "You made this with a lot of grease? Is it something for washing hands?"

"Yes! Grandma, no matter how much I said, it's useless. You can smear grease on your hands like them, and the grease will disappear quickly, including the dust in the nail crevices."

"Really? Then I'll try."

Having lived a lot of years, today Villa is like a manifestation of magic.

When it comes to washing hands, Bona has clearly become a veteran, serving the weakened Villain to wash hands, and the result is just as Rurik said.

"Oh! It's a miracle! My child, you..." For a moment, Vilia was so excited that she couldn't speak.

"Grandma, don't get excited. Now tell me how you feel, okay? I want an evaluation."

"You?" Veria stared at her hands with those aging eyes. The dry skin seemed to look brand new. She paid special attention to the crevices of her nails. She never thought about the most difficult place to clean on weekdays. , as a result, it was smeared with soupa and washed with water, and the smallest dust was also washed away.

If the nails have been washed clean, is it not the best choice to use it to wash clothes.

Villa, she instinctively thought of using her to wash clothes, and even all dirty things.

Villa hesitated for a while, and finally made an evaluation: "My child, you are doing very well. Maybe you can continue to do it, so that everyone can wash their hands well."

Rurik nodded. He didn't really want to hear rave reviews like "You're so nice" and "Soap works well."

Willia's explanation is in line with his own mind.

"That's what I'm going to do, because you're priests and you have to do your best to stay clean."

Speaking of which, Rurik deliberately lied: "Actually... it was actually the Valkyrie who told me in a dream that I would use the materials that mortals could obtain to make cleanable treasures. I did this according to the Valkyrie's request, obviously It's all part of Odin's wisdom."

They were the only ones who believed the nonsense the most, and Rurik witnessed the sudden changes in the faces of the priests, and they were shocked that this was also part of the "wisdom of Odin". No one questioned immediately, and everyone was lamenting how lucky they were to actually get the favor of Odin.

Of course the biggest credit here goes to Rurik.

Villa's eyes trembled with joy: "Rurik, my child. You have received Odin's blessing once again. You are such a happy child and our happiness. I really want to thank you and thank us for your protection. god."

The idea is made by oneself, and the initial operation is also made by oneself, but the help of others cannot be obliterated.

"And Rumia, my servant. The ingredients for making soap are all in this room, but the process requires effort and will make people very tired." After speaking, Rurik realized that Rumia hasn't gotten up yet. , won't she get sick again?

Rurik turned around and ran to Rumia's bedding, putting his little hand on her forehead, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground after he felt that nothing was wrong.

"I worked for you for a long time yesterday, and her illness has not recurred?" Villa asked worriedly.

"Maybe this is also part of Odin's blessing," Rurik said casually. "Rumia is just too tired, but she shouldn't continue to sleep."

Rumia was indeed too tired. Although the day was short, the time was actually four hours. In the daytime, she drives herds of deer to graze, and is exposed to the cold outdoors. The deer's fur can resist the cold. As a human being, with the tailoring skills of today's era, it is difficult for warm animal skins to keep warm.

Rumia lost a lot of physical strength and drove the deer back to the deer pen to take care of it further before dragging her tired body to work for Rurik.

She never wanted to speak out about her exhaustion, and wanted to continue to gain Rurik's satisfaction, because it seemed to her that her good future could only be pinned on Rurik's charity.

Rumia dragged her confused body and was dragged by Rurik in front of the many priests.

After learning that the soap was not only completed, but the attempts of more than a dozen people achieved good results, and her confusion disappeared a lot. Everyone claims that the soap works well, and it's not a waste to stir frantically over a pile of paste in the urn last night.

"Rumia's contribution is great, and now except for me, I think she has learned all the production methods." Rurik made no secret of his praise for her.

Villa nodded: "She is your servant. It is her responsibility for a servant to do things seriously."

"So I should entrust her with more things. I think I should also reward her, so she doesn't need her herding today. The deer are herded by other priests, um... In exchange, I keep two bars of soap for Cleaning tools for priests. I will continue to provide you with this in the future."

Veria could hear Rurik talking about conditions, about whether the priesthood could always use soap.

Soap was a novelty for everyone, so the grazing thing became a small thing.

Villa didn't refute, and didn't think much about it.

Several of the lower priests went to the deer pen, and they drove the deer to pasture on their own.

Rumia was so tired, she continued to cuddle in the hide pocket, and fell asleep again after a while.

Only the priests continued to occupy the fire that used to bake the soap and began the necessary oil-boiling work, and the longhouse began to smell of fat burnt again.

Rurik sat cross-legged on the leather cushion, nibbling out all the soap bars, kneading the soft spots with his bare hands, trying to squeeze the soap bars into a standard brick shape.

He ate some meat and drank some wheat porridge, looking at the soap bar in his hand and fantasizing about the scene of eating wheat in the future.

People in ancient times, talking about food is really extravagant.

What is the basis of food? Nothing is more than the mixture of starch (sugar), oil and salt, so the porridge cooked with wheat meat and salt in the long house is the most fattening and delicious.

But this life is short-lived. Either buy food from the south at a high price, or go to Novgorod to ask for it.

Grain and grain are precious to everyone, exchange them with more precious amber?

Theoretically yes, because people always prefer more wealth. The problem is that there are more wealthy people who are willing to spend more money on luxury goods because they don't worry about food and drink.

Those ordinary residents don't have much food in their hands, but they have a larger population, and the total amount of surplus food in their hands is also more.

If you want to get precious grains from their hands, you can either grab them with battle axes and swords, or exchange them for more useful living items.

For example, soap is an option for excellent daily necessities, and of course there can be more in the future.

Rurik was never a businessman, and he knew the purest business knowledge.

So there are two bars of soap to give to the priest, and there are seventeen bars left.

Soap can easily make more than a dozen priests jump with excitement, and the high priest who has always been calm is also shocked. When they are ordinary people, they are more excited at regular intervals.

"Let's just keep some and sell them? How much is one? Fifty copper coins?" Look at Lumia's sleeping picture. "Well, at least one silver coin, otherwise I'm sorry for this girl's hard work. A piece of soap can be bought equivalent to deerskin, am I some profiteer? Bah, at least it's much more merciful than being a pirate."

Just as Rurik was lamenting the birth of his "Soul of Profiteers", Otto stepped on the snow to find his beloved son, and also to see if Aiko's business of not returning home after a busy day was fruitful as promised.

"Did you succeed?" Otto rudely opened the leather curtain and asked directly.

Rurik was taken aback by Otto's sudden arrival.

"Ah Daddy!"

"What do you do?"

"It's here." Rurik pointed, looked at his father's questioning eyes again, and happily introduced.

It was the first time Otto saw a brownish-yellow "huge rock" with a transparent texture. He thought for a while that this thing was oil, and washed his hands with stones?

Otto's loud noise frightened the lower priests to suspend their work, and also woke up Vilia, who was sitting cross-legged and closed his eyes.

"My chief! This is a holy place, don't be rude."

"It's the high priest, I'm just here to see my son." Otto said in a calm tone, then nodded slightly and apologized to Villa.

Villa slowly stood up and approached Otto on crutches.

"You came to see those soupas. Rurik succeeded, and we can make soupa, which cleans all the dirt."

"Is this true?" Otto looked down at Aiko, his eyes focused on the so-called soap bars.

Seeing is worse than trying it yourself.

Another trick of applying oil on hands, Otto deeply experienced the magic of soap.

He always had some dirty hands. After being washed with soap, the white and red skin on the back of his hands was also revealed, which made the hairs on the back of his hands even more dazzling.

"It's amazing! Since it can wash hands, maybe I can wash my hair properly?"

"And your beard." Villa instantly teased happily.

Rurik actually didn't like Otto's beard very much. It wasn't that he hated beards as a Nordic man in his life. Rurik hated being sloppy.

It is true that only after eating and dressing well can people be qualified to dress appropriately.

I want to come to my family as the chief's family. The family has the biggest wealth of the tribe. How can the chief still look sloppy after 50 years of life? Especially the beard. My father has the free time to braid the huge beard, and reducing the beard at one time becomes a meal. Drinking obstacles.

Since it is an obstacle, it is enough to scrape it all off. However, considering that many middle-aged men in the clan are renewing their beards, this is an unwritten tradition.

Too long beard and hair will inevitably attract a lot of dust, and it is also easy to breed parasites.

"Dad, you wash your hair right here, it doesn't matter, soapa will wash off the most difficult dirt from your hair." Rurik urged with the soap.

Otto's heart was very happy. The good thing his son invented, he immediately thought of using it for his old father. The two dead sons never thought of this before their death.

"Okay! My child."

The men of the Ross tribe, including some madmen, are called Bossaka, and the dialect of the Ross tribe is called Balesak, which is actually a berserker.

Anyone can be a berserker, but the standard must be strong muscles and a crazy image.

Otto is very old. Fortunately, he likes to eat meat very much. He does a lot of exercise on weekdays and has the ability to travel hundreds of kilometers on foot.

He took off the leather coat and the sackcloth shirt, the muscles on his back and the muscles in his arms were really enviable.

With such muscles, if exposed, it would scare off the enemy, not to mention there are many scary scars on the back.

Rurik wanted to wash his father's hair, but Otto himself had to come.

His hair and beard were soaked, and the bars of soap rubbed together to form huge bubbles. He subconsciously rubbed the deep scalp, and a lot of dandruff was peeled off under the action of soap.

With several basins of water rinsing, Otto finally recalled the feeling of his childhood—excitingly refreshing.

This is a refreshing feeling that ordinary bathing can't achieve. He felt that the dirt on his head disappeared completely, and it turned into gray and turbid water in the wooden tub.

Nothing needs to be said, Otto did not say a word, he suddenly picked up his son and lifted him up and down to show his satisfaction.

Rurik kept his composure and asked, "Dad, are you satisfied?"

"Very well, I don't know how you turned the grease into it, you must have got the magic that Odin gave you, my boy. You will give the soupa to other people, like those uncles."

It sounds like Otto really cares about his "close comrades" who are solid supporters of Otto.

Rurik didn't even think about it, and agreed: "Of course, I made a lot for everyone to use. But I did a lot of things to make him, and I must get paid, after all, it's not a trophy, It cannot be distributed, it can only be purchased.”

The son's words were beyond Otto's expectations. He didn't know when his son had a business mind.

The son's words are also very correct. What you make should be sold and turned into a lot of coins, and then the money can be used to buy other things.

Life should accumulate wealth, let yourself and your family live a good life first, and then bring your friends to be happy together.