Rise of Rurik

Of course, Arik was very dissatisfied with Bona, who had overstepped her antler helmet. Faced with money, this young and vigorous young man really just wanted to get the money first. As for how to criticize Bona's mistakes in the future, she will naturally make a small report to her uncle in person.

Arik tried his best to remain calm, until Bona finished weighing her share. He smothered his head and focused on putting the money into the burlap pocket he had prepared, and he didn't give Bona any face the whole time. Even when his strong arms walked aside with more than twenty pounds of gold, silver and copper coins, he still didn't intend to look at Bona, who was still giving out money.

"You've already got the money, are you still angry?" asked Haro Zuosen, who was supervising the order at the scene of the money distribution and was now standing with Arik.

"I think that woman likes money too much. Should priests be like this?"

"Hey, I admit that Bona likes money, who doesn't?" Harold Zuosen laughed, "Even your brother likes money."

"That's true. But priests, they shouldn't be too greedy."

Harrodsen shrugged: "That's not what you and I have to do. I can supervise here alone. If there is nothing else, you can go back first. You can even go to the site where the fish is cooked first. Rurik and his My friends will be eating soon. Hehe, that's a gift from your brother to the tribal boy."

"No." Arik shook his head, and touched Harrodsen on his shoulder deliberately. He deliberately lifted a corner of his leather jacket to reveal a small burlap pocket hidden inside, which could reveal part of the glass.

"This... what is this?!" Haruo Zuosen's hair stood up when he saw the glass for the first time: "Crystal glass? Where did you get it?"

Arik said proudly, "It's Rurik, my brother. Odin gave him wisdom on the day we were gone, so he made this."

The glass was deliberately taken out, and because of its preciousness, he did not give it to Harrodzuson directly.

Arik held it in his hand and pressed it against the other's face: "Look at how wonderful it is."

"This... this is a crystal cup. We never got anything so beautiful in that castle."

"Because they are mortals! My brother is not."

Arik is very happy to have such a baby. Of course, his display had the intention to scare Haro Zuosen, but also to sell more glasses.

Arik asked, "Do you want it?"

"Of course I do!" Harold Zuosen said immediately, "I'll give you the money, as long as I get it. I'm willing to pay a huge sum of money."

Arik frowned and shook his head.

"Why, are you not happy?"

"No," Arik said with a smile. "Do you think my brother made only a small amount of treasure? He made a lot. At least you can buy it for a fortune."

"Really?" Harrodsen widened his eyes.

"How dare I lie to you. Look at these people." Arik shook his neck lightly. "My cup is indeed a bit more expensive, but everyone can buy it if they are willing."

Harrodsen was clutching the heavy sack full of money, and the corner of his eyes kept looking at the cup in Arik's hand.

"Hey, Arik."

"Um?"

"Rurik is selling cups? How much is one?"

Arik turned his head hastily,

He leaned into Haruo Zuo Sen's ear and whispered, "Actually, only sixty silver coins are needed. It's like buying another steel sword."

"Huh? It's really expensive."

"Expensive? You still think it's expensive. How many bags of stones do you think you're carrying?"

After all, Haruo Zuo Sen is also very rich at present, and his thinking has not changed immediately. After Arik's advice, he was sober. Look at the purse in your hand! What's the point of squandering it?

"Rurik, where is he!? I'm going to buy, I'm going to buy a lot!" Haruo Zuo Sen couldn't wait, he turned around and was about to leave, but Arik grabbed the front of his shirt.

"Uncle, don't be in a hurry. When everyone has finished receiving the money, I will take you with me."

"They all go?" The enlightened Harrodsen realized the crisis, "If they all go and buy it, how much will they have left for me? Forget it, I will go to the place where the fish is cooked and wait for Rurik, and I will ask for it myself. "

This time, Arik put the glass in his arms and grabbed the opponent's arm directly.

"Uncle, to be honest, Rurik has explained it to me. Today, I'm going to lead everyone to the place that Rurik has arranged to buy. You should listen to me."

"Oh? Is that also in Rurik's plan? Arik?"

"Of course, my brother is not a mortal."

Speaking of his cousin, Arik immediately puffed out his chest. He was proud to have such a younger brother.

As a hero on the battlefield, Arik has a strong prestige among the young clansmen.

Many of the winners were frantically clutching their purses, which contained more than two pounds of silver coins! With this money, you can renovate your house or build a better one. You can also change your weapon into a steel sword, and you can also order a batch of daily necessities.

With so much loot in one battle, the people who got the money have plans for the next attack brewing in their minds.

Arik stopped these excited clansmen in time. He did not object to everyone's happiness at all, but grabbed each other's arm and said: "When everyone has finished receiving the money, I will show you some good things. One of you will be happy. good stuff!"

Arik deliberately sells Guan Zi, and his confident appearance with his head held high makes everyone more curious.

Only a very small number of people left this place because of excessive excitement. The purpose of these people is very simple, to take the money and go straight to the blacksmith's shop in Kravassen to repay their credit for purchasing the steel sword. Arik's so-called "give you good health and good health", they are also dismissive.

There must be principles among the clansmen. If the simple young warriors are not due to poverty, who would be willing to take credit? If you have enough money, of course, you will pay back the money to prove your trustworthiness.

As a result, this small group was the first to see the glassware.

They were completely stunned! When they learned the price of the glass from the blacksmith, they were shocked again. Want to get it? Of course. It is to exchange the arrears of the steel sword and buy a set of glass cups, and the spoils of war are really some copper coins left.

Most of the people who took the money didn't leave. The priest who was in charge of sending the money was still wearing the antler helmet, and she didn't think it was too heavy. She felt that the stay of these young people who took the money was a respect for her majesty.

The last man's money was given out, and she opened her arms and said in a deep mezzo-soprano: "Warriors of the tribe, now you have Odin's gift. You look at the sun in the sky, and Odin is looking at you! Worship the sun, warriors."

Worship?

Do not! With the money in his hand, everyone knows that this is actually the trophy of his own fighting, although it makes sense to say that this is a "gift from Odin". If the words came out of Villa's mouth, everyone would be very convinced.

The words came from Bona, but only a few people turned their eyes to the sun.

Bona didn't care either. She actually stood and gave away the money of more than 400 people, including the family members of the deceased. She consumed a lot of physical strength, and her neck was sore from the pressure of the helmet.

She endured and continued to announce loudly: "Warriors, Odin has understood your respect. You can go home. Next, I will lead the priests to the altar and do another prayer ceremony for you."

After saying that, Bona turned around, intending to stride into the longhouse, but she quickly took off her helmet after the leather curtain was drawn.

As a result, Arik suddenly roared and became the object of all eyes.

He raised a transparent object with his strong, strong arms and exclaimed, "Guys! That's what I'm talking about!"

After that, Arik swaggered through the crowd, showing the precious glass to the tribe.

It is clearly a container.

It looked like it was carved out of a single piece of crystal.

Legend has it that the gods of Valhalla had a large number of cups of pure gold and crystal cups, and there were gems everywhere.

Just like Arik saw the glass for the first time, his clansmen also naturally showed shocked expressions. He only allowed his clan to watch and forbid them to touch.

Arik whetted the appetite of the clan, and surprised the priest Bona.

It has to be said that although Rurik did not explicitly implement the secret work, the priests such as Bona did know that he "created" a kind of crystal cup called boli. Its exaggerated price is only a few merchants willing to buy it. Thinking of this, Bona only felt that the cup was a certain amount at the time, and those foreign merchants were really taking advantage of it.

Now, things have changed.

The glass that Aric showed was a real wake-up call for Bona. Bona, who became rich, became eager to have it. expensive? Doesn't it just show his noble status to have it? Drinking water with the legendary treasure that only Valhalla has, who will question his noble identity?

Unexpectedly, Arik was shocked.

"Brothers!" He held up the glass and announced in public: "The child Rurik, blessed by Odin, has obtained the method of making crystal glasses from Odin! Do you want it? Of course you do! Brothers , you've all seen it, how beautiful and divine it is.

Now, Rurik has prepared many crystal cups, and they will sell them to you now! "

As soon as Arik's voice fell, the crowd boiled!

If you can buy this "sacred object" with money, buy it!

Even if he is hesitant, he is also booing in the face of the current warm atmosphere.

It's still better for Haruo Zuosen to come forward to ease everyone's high-pitched emotions.

Harrodsen is like singing a double reed at the moment, asking on behalf of everyone: "So? Where can I buy it?!"

"That's a good question!" Arik replied loudly, so that all the onlookers could hear, "Rurik gave the blacksmith Kravathen how to make the toughest swords, and now he also gave him crystals from Valhalla. Cup technology. There are at least sixty cups looking for their own masters, brothers, would you like to be the masters of the cups?"

are you willing? Of course I would.

The boiling crowd roared with excitement.

"Follow me!" Arik waved his arms, his big hand still clutching the glass.

It was past noon, and now Rurik had called his men to a sumptuous lunch.

Including Rurik himself, his stomach was stuffed with fish and became bulging for a while.

From the distant sound of people's boiling noises, Rurik estimated that the guys who got the money should be buying their own glassware under Arik's instigation.

The opportunity to search for wealth is this afternoon!

Rurik hurried to the smithy with his two close valet, and was surprised to find that there were already rich guys staying here.

There are ten people here, and they want the glass, but they don't want to buy it for sixty bucks.

This situation was already under Rurik's consideration. These hesitant guys have been abandoned by Rurik.

He believed that the glassware could be sold, and the buyers would be there with the huge army that was about to come.

"Fisk, Kanuf, don't be lazy. Carry the planks with me."

"Alas! Be careful, both of you, what you are holding in your hands is priceless."

"Kanuf, handle it with care. If you break one, I don't have the money to ask you to continue eating meat every day."

Rurik personally participated in the construction of the exhibition stand, and then placed the glassware on the wooden platform one by one.

Everything is like a dream.

Cravason looked at these glassware from his own hands, the crystal clear appearance seemed unreal.

In this regard, Clavason also has a little doubt.

He asked Rurik, who had already rolled up his sleeves: "You said, they would really snap it up? You see, someone came early but was discouraged by the price."

"Don't worry, they'll buy it."

Rurik puffed out his seemingly immature chest, but he was full of confidence.

The mighty army came happily, followed by an army of thousands of onlookers.

Due to the unpleasant time and the pain in the neck and waist, Bona did not join in the fun in person. Since Rurik has the ability to make more, he will negotiate with him in person and order some with huge coins belonging to sacrifices.

They came, like a pack of golden lions, pounced on their prey.

They saw a table-like existence from far away, a small empty field full of sand and stones set up outside the blacksmith shop. A small group of people have gathered around here, staring intently at the treasure on the table.

If Aric said, "Odin's blessing" Rurik really made a lot of crystal clear baby.

They surrounded the display stand so tightly that the people in the back row kept pushing forward, and some people couldn't squeeze through, so they had to jump up and down.

Some people are even so confident in their eyesight that some people have climbed on the roofs of their homes.

Rurik's figure is too small compared to these strong men, but he doesn't want to face his rich clansmen with a downward attitude today.

A pile of stones and planks is a metre high.

Clavasson rested Rurik's armpits in his hands and held it on the mound. This time, Rurik basically stood out from the crowd.

The person stood taller and became more confident and confident.

Rurik deliberately did some "human confusion cleaning", he held his chin high and fiddled with his arms slowly.

This move really paid off.

Rurik was the one who was watching, and the tumultuous crowd saw the strange behavior of "Odin's Blesser", and the scene quickly quieted down.

At this moment, Arik also got out of the crowd and entered the character set designed by his younger brother - a shopping guide.

Yes, Arik is to be a shopping guide today, and more specifically, to represent his younger brother and introduce the prices of various types of glassware to everyone. He also specifically explained that because everyone is a member of the genuine blood of the Ross tribe, so they have the opportunity to enjoy the preferential price.

In fact, for Arik, seeing so many beautiful glassware is an incredible thing.

Arik calmed down and began to introduce them into different categories.

A set of 150 silver coins, a single cup of 60 silver coins, and a beautiful pot of 100 silver coins.

"Everyone understands now. Then, those who are willing to buy should stand up."

After Arik finished speaking, everyone was talking about the high price.

Rurik, who was standing high, was shocked. He thought that a handful of people out of four or five hundred people should be extravagant.

Seeing that no one took the initiative, Rurik spoke in his still childish voice.

"Warriors! Don't you want to have these treasures? Odin gave me the treasures that only Valhalla can use to create treasures from the world! Odin appreciates us Ruth people, and this is the reason for giving us one after another. Do you hesitate now? Do you mean to question Odin's favor?"

Having said such a remark, Rurik felt that he was properly a magician.

God stick? Well, it seems so.

However, he has a noble status and is considered a sacred figure by everyone. It would be inexplicable if a wise man did not take advantage of his special status to benefit!

Rurik said loudly, "What are you hesitating about? Do you care about the little money you have? Those hateful Gotlanders have been defeated once by you, and they will continue to fail, and you will continue to be rich. You are Meritorious service on the battlefield, now come to me to buy the gift from Odin. Why do you still hesitate?"

This statement is justified.

Including the lower priestess mixed in the crowd also thought so.

The priests all worship the aged Vilia, and they think that Vilia's longevity is because of her piety and she has been blessed. Obviously, the successor Bona is really out of money now, and her heart is no longer pure.

In contrast, the future leader Rurik, even though he was only eight years old at the heights. Those legendary "crystal cups" are displayed in large numbers, and there are more complex "crystal pots" on display. Who would dare to doubt the nobility of Rurik?

Of course, people admit the nobility of Rurik, even if the money in the sackcloth bag is not warmed up, it is replaced by another treasure. Many people hesitate and reasonable.

Someone needs to break the ice.

Who is that?

It's Harozov!

The old guy came out of the crowd, with heavy burlap pockets hanging from his belt, no doubt full of money.

Harozov even held a sack in his hand, which contained three pounds of silver coins!

He approached the exhibition stand in high spirits, looked up at the blacksmith Kravasen, and looked up at the great Rurik with reverence.

"My little master, thank you for giving me and other mortals the opportunity to own the relic of Valhalla. One set of one hundred and fifty silver coins. I want two sets! I will give you the three pounds of silver!"

Harrodsen deliberately spoke louder and more respectfully.

Being praised like this, Rurik was greatly satisfied.

Rurik nodded: "Okay, you honor me, you honor Odin. You give the money to the blacksmith Kravason first, and then take two sets. You must pay attention, the crystal cup is the boli cup, it is Still fragile baby."

"Yes."

Harrodsen handed the sack to Clavason, who also used his own balance to make sure the weight of the silver coin was correct.

At least Harrodsen didn't think there was anything wrong with paying three hundred silver coins in one go. As a war chief, he naturally has to share more wealth in his actions. He still had a fortune of nearly twenty pounds of silver.

The situation of the others was much worse. Because of this person's exemplary role, a second person finally walked out of the team.

Originally, Rurik was not absolutely proud of playing a magician.

At present, it seems that his clan is very fond of this set.

Life was changing, and Rurik also realized that he did have a noble identity. If he still held those thoughts in the past, I am afraid that he would not be able to cater to this era very well. What the tribe needs is a strong leader. This power includes but is not limited to being able to fight and bringing wealth to everyone.

The ultimate manifestation of a powerful leader is to use some means to unite the entire clan, so that the clansmen have strong cohesion and organization. Such power and this time and space are the most powerful existences. Because of its power, it is only logical that the clansmen become rich.

The second buyer, a young man exactly the age of his cousin, bought a cup. He handed over the money, poured out his gratitude to Rurik with his eyes, and then kissed the crystal clear baby with his mouth, and ran away happily in his arms.

More and more people come to buy. Under Rurik's orders, they lined up crookedly.

In fact, the panic buying did not happen, and quite a lot of people still took a wait-and-see attitude. They brought huge sums of money, but they were more willing to buy a lot of meat first to satisfy their appetite.

There is nothing wrong with this. When poor people become rich, they usually eat some delicacies from the mountains and seas first, and when they get tired a little, they start to buy things for spiritual enjoyment, and even luxury goods.

Rurik estimated that in about an hour, the glassware on the display stand was completely sold out!

Ten sets of glassware for fifteen hundred silver coins, and fifty cups and thirty jugs sold separately for another six thousand silver coins.

A total of seven thousand five hundred silver coins is seventy-five Roman pounds of silver! The total weight is actually almost thirty kilograms.

The glassware was sold out, and the young people who bought the glass were immediately surrounded by their friends. A lot of people aren't going to buy it now, but they can at least touch a good friend's.

There are also people who carry their treasures and go straight to their homes to give their families an insight into what "Valhalla's treasures" are.

Of course, there are also many foreign merchants gathered here. Although they are a little dissatisfied, considering that they are foreigners after all, it is reasonable to spend more to sell cups. Besides, they are well-informed after all, and they are clearly the masters of the goods.

They didn't think the Rurik kid's words were very reliable, at least the glassware of the Rus was cheaper and more beautiful than the Danes.

It seems that the glassware was made by Rurik and the blacksmith Kravatsen. They admitted that Rurik must have received some revelation from God.

A businessman is a businessman!

Those Rus people have left to play with the treasures, and the five fur merchants are stranded here.

Yes, they each bought a set of glassware earlier and still think it's amazing.

Their attitude of staying here is very simple, because they have witnessed Rurik's production ability and tried to negotiate the possibility of in-depth cooperation.

Buying and selling leather goods is a second-order business activity with a decent price difference, but how can the huge profits come quickly by reselling soap, glassware or steel swords. These merchants were very jealous when Rurik particularly trusted the richest merchant from the Ankras tribe, Gould, but he was not rich.

Even so, they were all willing to try to build a business relationship with Rurik. Businessmen, how can you live with money.

The stay of the five of them is the possibility of trying to become a second-order dealer selling glassware, and this is what Rurik wants to see.

With the huge wealth in hand, the blacksmith shop became particularly lively.

Five well-dressed businessmen entered Clavasen's modest home and talked with the honorable Rurik.

Without him, it is to discuss how to cooperate and make big money together...