Rise of Rurik

Rurik was not idle all day, and he reckoned that if he could sell a bar of soap for two silver coins, this money-making trick would be too violent.

The principle of soap making is not difficult, but it requires a certain knowledge of chemistry to understand the whole process.

With his first success, Rurik continued to act.

He wants to make more, and there are currently two issues limiting capacity. One is the supply of materials and the other is the workers.

Looking at Lumia's lazy appearance, does she have to work hard to stir with a wooden stick? For a ten-year-old skinny quack child, the requirements are too high.

There seems to be no shortage of materials, the key lies in the workers.

Those priests who boiled oil again attracted Rurik's attention.

Shortly after Otto left, the halls of the longhouse were filled with the smell of frying oil again. The fumes are sometimes very choking, and the hair of the priests can always be covered with sticky grease.

They've experimented, and the soap has the magic power to wash away the damn greasy dirt easily.

They are still boiling oil, and their mood has become different.

I don't know how long it took to boil the oil, but the three bronze pots held by Bona and her two sisters, the fat they put in at the beginning had turned into scum and dangerously hot grease.

They had already begun to carefully pour the hot oil into the clay pot, trying to be careful not to let the scum fall into it.

Rurik saw this and came over: "Bona, I suddenly thought of something."

"Is it a good thing?" Bona asked with a smile.

"Yeah, it's still about the soap. I plan to do more, but you see." He pointed to Rumia, who was still curled up like a puppy, "My servant was exhausted yesterday, and I can't use it for now. This helper. Maybe you can help me."

"We?" Bona was puzzled. "Me? What can I do for you? Can we still make soap for you?"

"certainly."

"But you didn't use your magic power to make soap... No! Was it made with magic power bestowed by Odin?"

This sounds very funny, think about it carefully,

These people spent the second half of their lives worshipping the ethereal god, and they had already fully believed it.

Rurik explained the trick: "Actually, mortals can make it. I don't have magic power, I only got the wisdom of Odin. Now I feel that it is necessary for me to teach you the technology."

"Ah? Is this really possible?" Bona was surprised.

Rurik nodded deeply, with a very serious look: "We should talk about this matter, I also have to talk to the high priest, now Bona, please call all the priests who are still in the longhouse. ."

Villa regained consciousness, the priests met for the first time under Rurik's organization, and the scene was really interesting.

"My child, I am glad that you will teach everyone the wisdom of Odin. Tell me what you think." Villa said kindly.

"Okay, about many things. All the priests, I need your help to get a lot of soap in the end.

It takes intelligence to make soap, it doesn't require any magic at all, and I must stress that.

So you can all make it, and I invite you to help me make it too, and you all get paid for it. "

remuneration? Many priests were moved by this.

These women with special occupations are generally poor people who have lost their husbands and children. It is really a realistic way of living to worship Odin in the priest's long house.

But they have almost no personal property, and rely entirely on the previous distribution of the tribe and the offerings of the tribe's festivals to live.

Rurik didn't fully understand this, how important it was to them to own private property.

"I want to make an agreement with you. You help me make soap. This will be a hard job, and I will give you a satisfactory reward."

"How much is the reward?!" Bona asked suddenly, stretching her neck, before returning to her sitting position after Villa's deliberate cough.

"The amount of the reward? Just 20. For every five silver coins I earn, one of them is yours. How about that?"

How about it? ! Rurik instantly got more than a dozen shocked expressions.

"What? Less reward?"

"No! A lot... It's really a lot." Bona stared, because she exchanged silver coins for 240 ordinary copper coins to buy fishermen's fish, enough to eat for two months.

Villa tapped his cane, "Son, you may be paying too much. If you think you can..."

"Of course, I think this ratio is very suitable. Because all the materials need to be provided by you, I mainly provide technology, which is the wisdom of Odin. If you think it is feasible, then according to this ratio, I can immediately ask you Working?"

"I support it." Bona was the first to agree. "With more soap, each of us can wash our hair clean and stay beautiful for a long time."

She, the priest, made up the words later, and the others completely echoed what they said.

After all, Rurik and Rumia were busy making seventeen soaps in one night, and more people would produce more.

Could Rurik really be able to sell a soap for two silver coins, as he said. He sold the remaining fifteen for thirty silver coins. According to what he just said, everyone would get six silver coins.

This is already a considerable amount of money. It is converted into copper coins and distributed to everyone involved in the work, and there are at least one hundred copper coins.

Wouldn't it be a big loss if you didn't do this kind of business.

Things went very smoothly, and Rurik said with satisfaction: "Very well, for this we need to make a real agreement. I think we will engrave my agreement with you on the wooden board, and we will also swear to God that we will not violate it. Decide."

"Okay," Veria replied on behalf of all the priests, "We do need a written agreement."

A very great change is taking place in the Ross tribe. Since the tribe existed, the first contract of pure employment relationship was born!

Of course, from the perspective of future events, Rurik was the most evil capitalist in his performance in this matter.

Rurik doesn't consider the cost at all. He can only provide the technology to make a profit. In a sense, it is the so-called "patent fee". In addition, I went back to work as a salesman and sold the product, which made all the profits. 80.

Even so, the priests sold their labor to prepare all the ingredients themselves, and they felt they were making a lot of money.

But this is the power of capital and technology, which can make huge profits for capital.

It is this "employer" that is extraordinary. His employees naturally feel that he is a "son of God", and that he can use "God's wisdom" to make good things for their own use.

It's all worth it to be able to wash yourself clean.

Veria chanted the sacred incantation, and engraved the main body of the contract document in rune letters on an oak board at Rurik's request.

She also engraved a few lines, to the effect of "a promise to get Odin's testimony".

But Rurik did not make things absolute.

He thought about it carefully, maybe the price of two silver coins a piece, the daily necessities of soap is too expensive, and the material cost is obviously not high, so the situation of a few hundred profit may not be sustainable for a long time.

Therefore, the contract emphatically engraved the proportion of Rurik and the priests, and also engraved that the share was divided equally by all the priests.

In order to be more scientific, for the benefit that the priests take, each person also contributes 10 yuan as the common wealth of the priest group to support the priests' festival sacrifices.

This operation is really novel.

Villa asked strangely: "Child, do you think we still need a separate box to hold everyone's wealth?"

"It's not everyone's wealth, it's the priest's wealth, it's your special wealth as a group. Don't the priests have their own wealth reserves yet?"

Villa squeezed his dry chin, "You mean my wealth, and I have a lot of personal wealth. Whenever I don't have enough money for sacrifices, I will put some in. In the future, this money will be used by the successor. inherit."

Her implication was that Paula would inherit the "biggest money box".

Rurik just thought it was incredible, "I mean special wealth in special boxes, it is not owned by any of you, it is only used for festivals. Each of you has the right to use it, but not to own it. You Your personal property is yours, and the special property is the priest's."

After talking for a long time, Rurik looked at their strange expressions. These people obviously didn't understand the meaning of public funds.

Also, the Ross clan is still a consortium of hundreds of small families based on blood.

But things have to evolve from oneself into a hereditary leader.

If you want to change, then make a big change.

At any rate, Rurik let Veria and Bona know the benefits of setting up a "public money box", so that the money for sacrifices can be taken from here.

The biggest advantage is that the priests don't have to pay their once meager personal assets, and everyone doesn't have to make a lot of money for the position of high priest. Ah, the high priest will be able to inherit the big money box, and the life of the poor ordinary priest will end immediately.

Who doesn't like having the greater good?

The words for the special money box were also engraved on the wooden boards, and Rurik inadvertently made significant improvements to the financial problems of the priesthood.

man! Humans are pursuing their own and nature's status, and they are always looking for a position, so the ancients found gods one after another, and they invented one without a god. So the inhabitants of the East elevated their ancestors to gods. The Ross tribe and their fraternal tribes, and even the rival Danes, elevated the brave to gods.

In the later world, people built large and advanced countries to find their status as citizens, so there was generally no need for ethereal gods.

I am afraid that the constant is people's pursuit of wealth.

Priests are not born with the intention of living a life of hardship, and can reasonably acquire a great deal of wealth, and they will not hesitate to dress up and ask for more afterward.

After the contract of employment between Rurik and the priests was signed, production began.

Those priests, who used to have nothing to do except boil oil, suddenly became busy.

Rurik asked them to take out the unused clay pots and use them to start a large-scale heating of water, and the further step was to prepare a large amount of plant ash water. This process is quite critical, and he didn't bother to tell the complicated chemical principles, and just asked them to do it honestly according to their instructions.

The sleeping Rumia was also forcibly called up. She didn't have to do any hard work, and Rurik asked him to follow her.

This time, Rumia will be a spectator, reviewing every step carefully.

Just because Rurik has more things to do, such as making soap, if priests do it for you, there is no need for such a child to mix it up, but at least she needs to hear and see. The entire production process may be demanded in the future.

Twenty pottery urns were filled with ash water, and in the evening Rurik ordered the priests to carefully pour the brownish-yellow water from the pottery urns into clean urns.

After that, it was the routine of using a stick to record the location of the flooding. Rurik had a successful experience last time. He tentatively believed that as long as it was the ashes of the embers of the fire, since it was put into the pottery that was basically full according to the approximate amount. In the urn, the solution precipitation rate is the same. Just follow the practice of yesterday, roast the solution in the new pottery urn, and its water level will evaporate and drop to a reasonable position, and you're done.

"Bona, you must remember that it is very important to succeed in this step. The water turns brown because there is something special in the water. It can be a lot but not too little."

"Yes, I remembered it all." Bona withstood the pressure and responded.

But the air in the chief priest's house was really bad. The air was always filled with the burning smell of fat and the strong smell of charcoal fire.

In the pottery urn that was put up on the first fire, the water level of the boiling solution had dropped to the required position.

"Can I move it now?" Bona asked.

"Okay. You remove him with a tool, pour in all the prepared seal oil, and stir with a wooden stick."

"Huh? Is that enough?"

"Of course!" Rurik nodded deeply. "Did you think making upa was an extremely complicated job? No! When you mix this urn of brownish-yellow water with grease, it's soap. I tell you! "

Rurik told them in a particularly childish voice: "The thing that turns water tan comes from ashes, this thing turns grease into tan baby, we just need to stir it. Let's start now, Bona."

Exactly the same as last night, the lye of unknown but definitely not low concentration met with seal oil, and a chemical reaction visible to the naked eye immediately appeared in the urn. Rurik thought it was unremarkable, and these priests were deeply inconceivable.

"Ah! It's magic, right?! Do we have magic too?" Bona's expression was stunned, and the wooden stick in her hand didn't stir in any way.

She and the others hesitated for a while before starting at Rurik's urging. Since the stirring was started, the comprehensive saponification reaction made them tremble.

"Add a little salt at the end." After saying that, Rurik threw in a handful of coarse salt.

It is understandable that he uses salt as a stabilizer, that is, the price of table salt in this time and space is quite high. Since table salt is used to make soap, there is an extenuating factor for the price of two silver coins per piece.

After Rurik sprinkled the salt that made them all feel anxious, he said: "You continue to stir, and when you feel it is okay, use a spoon to dig the paste into the wooden box. You will need to make more wooden boxes as molds in the future. , now we can only rely on what we have.”

"I see. Then what?" Bona asked.

"Then, just put the wooden box near the bonfire, neither too close nor too far." Rurik thought about it and couldn't say his words too general. Seeing that Rumia's bedding had not been put away, he pointed at him: "The place where my servant sleeps is just right from the fire. Put the wooden box in a similar position, bake it overnight, take out the soap, and find a quiet place. The place can be stored for a long time. Of course it is ready to use, I recommend storing it for a while.”

"Okay, we'll do it well. About that agreement..." Bona asked cautiously.

"I will obey, and you should obey. Great priests!" Rurik deliberately used honorifics: "You don't have to fight like men to plunder a lot of wealth. You can make soap with peace of mind, you will become rich.”

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