Rise of Rurik

The Avlora is the most dreamy ship in the port. The entire Balmerk tribe, and even people living in remote areas, have rowed to stop and visit.

Those who were still on the boat were in a very bad mood, surrounded by thousands of people.

In Rurik's absence, the Balmers disembarked. Yevlo naturally became the manager of the big ship, everyone wanted to get off the ship, but there was no direct order from Rurik, everyone still had to stick to the ship, watching the cargo in one warehouse.

Finally, Rurik suddenly appeared, accompanied by Noren himself.

She took Rurik's arm naturally, and, escorted by a group of well-dressed maids, approached the crowded pier.

The clansmen naturally gave way. They were talking about the big ship, but now thousands of eyes were fixed on Rurik's handsome face.

Is that the nobles of the Rus? What a beautiful boy. Those rumors are all true, the leader really betrothed his youngest daughter to this Rus!

Rurik heard some wonderful remarks, and he laughed without saying a word at all.

Seeing that the boss finally appeared, Yevlo, who was leaning on the high side of the ship, shouted almost pleadingly: "Sir, when will we get off the ship. The cargo of this ship, we..."

"Get off the boat now! Put down the rope ladder first, and then carefully move the cargo down for me. We're here to build a temporary shop."

Having said this, Rurik also loudly announced in front of the onlookers of Balmerk: "Friends of Balmerk! Bring your salt, your silver coins, and do business with me! This is supported by your leader. ."

Not only that, but Noren made the exact same announcement, and she was more descriptive than Rurik.

Look at this battle, are the Rus really going to sell their goods?

Everyone has been gearing up for a long time. There is a saying in the tribe that the Rus people need salt. It seems that for them, salt is currency. People started to leave in a hurry, and the chain reaction caused by this caused the dock to become empty in a short time.

Rurik shrugged, dumbfounded.

"Noren, your clan runs really fast."

The girl smiled: "Everyone needs foreign merchants too much. They all go home to get valuables, and they will all come back soon."

"This is a good thing. Now, I will also wait for your brother to bring a group of brothers over."

Chief Magnut is still sound asleep,

Obviously yesterday's joy was paired with strong wine, it was almost noon, and he was still sleeping.

Early in the morning, while Rurik was a guest for dinner, he discussed with Biyonny and Floki about setting up the market.

Everything is going according to everyone's plan.

This was an "expedition" with a strong tentative significance, and Rurik determined a route from the Rossberg fjord to the Narvik fjord. The amount of goods loaded on the first voyage of the Avlora was not very large. Of course, the "a lot" here is "amazing" for an ordinary long ship.

The Balmerk tribe is in the fjord. Although there are good mountain forest resources and amazing fishery resources, some very important livelihood resources are really lacking.

Biyongni even described that his own people could not even get clay for making pottery, and what was worse was the lack of iron ore. Of course there is iron ore in the mountains, but the blacksmiths found that the iron ore in their hometown was much worse than that of other peoples.

It is true that the Narvik Fjord is very iron-deficient, but this fjord does not freeze all year round. The situation facing the Rus is completely reversed. They are sitting on a large amount of iron ore, even an amazing chromite ore, but the sea freezes for the first half of each year. Once the two sides unite, the advantages of each other can be combined to offset their respective disadvantages. (So ​​the port of Narvik is the export port of Swedish iron ore)

Biyongni came with nearly a hundred tribal strong men, and they became the best order to maintain this.

With the assistance of this group of "security guards", Rurik was able to move all the goods out with confidence.

He also made an appointment with Biyongni: "I will move out all the goods that need to be traded, and your people must maintain good order. It is not my arrogance, I am afraid that greedy guys will take the lead in looting, and finally make trouble. Thousands of people looted. If there is a stampede incident, your clan will be trampled to death by your own people."

Biyonni also made a clear guarantee: "Don't worry, my brothers are all carrying sticks. If you dare to find fault, if you are inconvenient, my brother will teach you a lesson."

Rurik was willing to believe his brother Biyonni, but these order-keeping jobs were "security" jobs, and they shouldn't stand here in vain to preside over order.

Each of these people will get a silver coin after finishing their work today, which is the reward.

Rurik was to be paid a hundred sovereigns, or a pound of silver. This money can be described as a small sum of money for Rurik today, but for the Balmerk tribe, which is extremely scarce in precious metals in the current era, the value of a silver coin is the same as the price situation of the Ross tribe.

What kind of concept is that? One silver coin is enough to exchange enough fish for a month.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the Rus people who came from afar showed their goods.

Sacks of wheat, a lot of squirrel hides, a small amount of rare leather like deerskin and mink, bales of coarse linen and a small amount of white muslin, a small amount of golden soap.

And the most exciting thing is the large number of hand axes and spearheads that the Rus people put out.

These goods are mainly aimed at civilians, cloth and leather are about clothing, wheat is about improving life and diet, and iron is directly related to the efficiency of local people's material production. As for soap, Rurik didn't expect it to sell a lot, so he wouldn't deliberately lower the price.

All the goods are clearly marked with a price, which is the price. After the public announcement, the thousands of people present were booed.

The big families of those tribes, the patriarchs brought their men to watch the fun, and then used the salt, silver coins and a very small amount of gold coins in their hands to buy some good things from the Rus people. They came with a curious attitude and did not ask to buy many good things at first, but the products of the Rus people are really attractive.

But! That Rurik, what an insane quote for this brat!

A silver coin for five pounds of wheat (Rurik didn't need a stable special price for foreigners), so the price was acceptable. But those leathers, one silver for a squirrel, ten for a mink? !

Especially the axe and spearhead, the price is actually fifty silver coins? !

The scene became extremely noisy, like a precursor to a storm.

Biyonny and his brothers did everything they could to stabilize the chaotic atmosphere, and when people's emotions calmed down a little, Rurik stood at a high place again and solemnly informed the Balmers of the value of their salt in their hands.

"Balmerk! I've learned that you are very short of silver coins! It doesn't matter, every pound of salt in your hands is equal to ten silver coins. You use salt to buy my goods!"

As soon as this statement came out, people's negative emotions were instantly reversed. Those most ordinary people, they never imagined that the salt in their hands is so valuable here in the Rus?

The Rus liked Balmerk's salt, and Rurik salt, like silver coins, has the properties of currency. Narvik currently lacks hard currencies such as gold and silver, and what they can get is a lot of salt. Even if they get a bunch of precious metals, Rurik still has to get a lot of salt from the Balmers. .

\\u001f Both sides have a strong desire to trade, and a hot barter transaction is carried out at the dock.

To avoid confusion, Rurik asked all buyers to line up.

Queue to buy something? What a strange move.

Just as the common people were indifferent for some reason, those big families who realized that this was a major buying opportunity, their representatives quickly lined up with salt and silver coins.

"Yes, it seems that you also have the most basic organization." Rurik and Noren were already standing on the side of the ship at a high point, looking at the crowd lined up at the dock.

He looked far away, and it was obvious that most of the Balmers had lost the opportunity to buy goods, even if they still had a lot of salt in their hands.

Transactions are running steadily, and the stability is staggering.

Rurik took a closer look. Those in line were neater and more decently dressed, and their money was generous.

Some were busy buying wheat, while others were mainly buying leather. The price of ironware is very expensive, and some people still buy more than one.

Rurik focused his attention on a man who had bought about twenty pieces of iron and left. It was this man who had just been carrying a sack of salt and a small bag of silver coins to buy the goods. He saw that this guy was carrying a sack full of iron weapons and turned with another group of people. All the axes and spearheads were handed over to a gray-bearded man in leopard fur.

"Noren." Rurik pointed, "That man."

"Who?"

"The man in leopard fur. That is, the man with black spots on the leather. Is he a very noble man of your tribe?"

"He?" Noren's eyes widened, his expression cautious: "Yes."

"A noble man indeed. He knew that I needed a lot of salt, so he took it with him to buy my most valuable goods. I have really gained a lot today." Rurik pinched his waist, immersed in the ecstasy of dumping sales, Can't think too much for a while.

Noren held Rick's arm tightly: "He's Ostan, the owner of Washoby (West Offshore Lowlands Farm). He's very strong, and he's a favorite to compete for the leader."

The girl's words reminded Rurik deeply: "Wonderful man. Then what?"

"He gave up."

"Why? Maybe..." Rurik hurriedly stared into Noren's eyes, "He sold me a lot of iron today, you know? It's a better product than ordinary iron, and it won't rust in water. Magic Iron."

Noren's remarks sounded very unfamiliar.

Rurik continued: "That man's actions may not be pure. He is buying weapons, is he organizing an army? Does he have ambitions..."

Noren understood this time, she hurriedly shook her head: "No. My father's leader is elected by everyone. In fact, anyone can hold this position. The leader needs to negotiate with those greedy guys in Bergen. My father is willing to do this for everyone."

"Then this Osten..."

"Olstein, and his son Geiger, his family felt that life was still poor just by raising some sheep in Gashebi and doing salt fishing. He felt that our fjords would not freeze except in winter. It's just nothing outside."

"So he wants to go out? Leave the port?"

"Maybe. I don't know the specifics, but only one thing."

"What's up?"

The girl finally sighed softly: "Many young men don't like our harbor, they all want to go out. Isn't that the case with my two older brothers? Many men went to Bergen in the south to serve the local lords. What about mercenaries?"

"That Ostan, does he want to take the entire family and move to a beautiful place to settle down forever?"

In this regard, Noren said nothing. But Rurik felt that he had fully understood what that Ostein was thinking.

"Noren."

"Um."

"I'm going to talk to Osten first. I'm going to be a guest at his house, and maybe he won't mind."

"Of course." Noren nodded. "Dad asked me to show you around the entire fjord. If we were to visit Vashoby, Osten would definitely agree."

"Okay! You're here to lead the way."

"Ah this..." The girl became wise: "Take Floki, he has a good relationship with Ostan's youngest son Esbjorn."

"Alright."

Rurik intends to visit the old guy in Ostan, but at first Biyonny was skeptical. The relationship between the sister and Rurik is extremely close, and Biyonny is very happy, but the fjord where the Balmers are located is very large, and it is already afternoon. Is it appropriate for Rurik to visit the Washobi farm now?

Seeing that the boy's attitude was firm, Biyonny had to recruit two trusted brothers, and then pushed his own brother Floki forward, and the three of them were the best guides.

Rurik also had to do some superficial work. He changed into a Russ uniform and brought three elite mercenaries, including Yevlo.

The strong warriors covered Rurik away from the noisy trade scene. Rurik no longer needed to worry about trade matters. After all, the result of the trade, the "salt", would be delivered to the cabin as soon as possible.

He and Noren and others left as low-key as possible, and soon, at another small pier, they caught up with Ostan, who was chatting and laughing with his guys.

A man in a wonderful blue-patterned white robe appeared!

A few guys shut up for a moment, and then subconsciously guarded their gold master Ostan.

Completely different from the man's cautious attitude, Ostan simply pushed his subordinates away. Although I don't know what happened, the two sons and daughters of the leader Magnut, as well as Rurik from Rus, obviously had some important things to come here.

Osten opened his arms in goodwill and walked straight towards Rurik.

"Friend from afar, it seems that something is bound to happen between me and you. Ah, looking at you up close, what a beautiful boy."

When Rurik gently took off his hat, Floki shouted very simply: "Uncle Ostan, my brother Rurik wants to talk to you about something. He wants to be a guest at your house."

"A guest?"

Rurik raised his head with a smile on his face, and then asked pointed questions: "It seems that the real hero is the fjord that cannot bear the cramps, and a rising army who wants to conquer far and rich places, as their New wonderful home."

As soon as these words came out, Osten fell silent.

Who wouldn't love a boy with a handsome face and decent clothes, but also showed a heroic spirit? The moment Osten checked the axes and spearheads he had purchased, he realized that he had clearly picked up a big bargain. Why? He experimented with his own saber. Unexpectedly, with a simple slash, his blade was dented, and the axe blade was perfect.

He wanted to say something polite to Rurik, and Ben was willing to let this group of people be guests at his house.

Things are getting weird now.

Osten's face tightened: "You... Rurik of Ross. You know me?"

"I don't know. But I know your desire, and your desire is mine."

"My desire?" Osten's face was serious, and an intriguing smile gradually appeared.

Rurik returned the same smile: "Do you really think that we Russ are only here to do business? I said, what you desire is also what I desire."

Osten nodded, then faced the sea with a sigh of relief, and sighed in the deep voice of the old man: "Maybe, you are a messenger sent by God. Maybe you will help my family achieve my lifelong wish. Come on, honorable. Rurik, I invite you to my house."

Who knows what these two big and small riddlers are talking about? Anyone with discerning eyes can see that the conversation between the two has established some kind of tacit understanding that is difficult to explain.

Soon, Rurik and the others boarded the Osten family's rowing longboat heading for the Vashhoebe farm.