Chapter 153： Eat meat with Liurik

Rurik was indeed very happy that Clavasson had a bone, and his learning ability was still amazing.

As for this person's claim to use tonight and tomorrow to complete all the requirements, even the "rough manual punching machine" was also built, Rurik really didn't believe it.

It doesn't matter if it's a day or two in the evening. Now that the decision is made, the remuneration of fifty silver coins is still to be given.

Putting the glass thing aside for now, Rurik ordered his two followers to follow him. He wants to recruit some idle women in Roseburg, mobilize them to cook fish and meat, and he will provide fresh fish, a large pottery urn for cooking meat, and even firewood, as well as payment. All of this can be easily done with a small amount of money, at least for Rurik, they think that every silver coin is precious, and Rurik seems to be a small amount of money.

To do this, Rurik immediately thought of Fisk's mother.

When the three of them walked on the complicated and narrow road in Roseburg, Rurik suddenly asked: "Fisker, your mother is probably in a leisurely life, right?"

"Maybe, you know, my mother and I can only go fishing offshore at best, or weave some cloth for others to make some money." Fisker said regretfully.

"Well, it won't be like this in the future. I'm done. I want to give you the fish every day. Who will cook the meat? I think your mother is qualified for this position. Don't worry, I will give her acceptable rewards. ."

"Oh? Really?" Fisk asked in surprise.

"Yes. And you." Rurik said of Kanuf, "Your mother can also help, and I will pay for it."

Kanuf didn't care too much. The child held his head with both hands: "Well if she wants to."

"At least your mother is willing, Fisk. Let's go, take me to your house first."

"Then follow me." Fisk grinned. He didn't think that Rurik's decision was a whim. It seemed that he and his mother would be able to get living food without being tired in the future. Maybe they could get some more money?

Fisk introduces Rurik into his shabby home.

I have to say that this child’s wooden house is much worse than that of Rurik’s. In Rurik’s view, it is just a wooden shed without a foundation.

Because of the death of his father, the Fisk family's life gradually fell into poverty.

After all, the times have changed. Those who are powerful or physically strong have raised huge objections to the tribe’s inherent distribution of spoils. The most powerful people demand that the spoils must be distributed according to work, and those who lack power naturally lack the right to speak.

Because the interests of the priests were properly preserved, the priests were unwilling to speak to the poorest.

At least Fisk's mother has certain life skills.

In Rurik's view, Fisker's home is indeed terrible, but his own situation is not much better.

It is of course necessary to improve housing conditions. For the time being, Rurik hadn't planned to build a wooden house with a floor for himself. Of course, if he feels that the time is right, there is no obstacle to building a new house.

Rurik followed in Fisk's footsteps and walked into his dark home.

"Mom, the son of the leader is here." Fisk enthusiastically faced his spinning mother.

Although it was dimly lit, Rurik drilled through the low doorway and saw a middle-aged woman sitting on an animal skin and operating a small spinning machine.

Although she is middle-aged, looking at the folds of the skin, it gives Rurik the feeling that this woman is sixty years old.

She stopped her work and quickly stood up, her body bowed slightly to show her respect.

"It's Rurik, it's always my son who caused some trouble?"

"Huh?" Rurik was stunned, then said: "The disaster? No. I'm just here to tell you a good thing. There are other things, I need your help."

"Me? It would be great if a poor woman like me can help the great you."

The woman's name was Broma, and Rurik learned his mother's name from Fisk, which meant "flower".

In fact, some little girls in the tribe also have similar names. People always like to use some beautiful things to name their daughters. Rurik doesn't think there is anything wrong with this.

Rurik nodded, and he glanced at the small manual spinning machine again: "Sit down. I see you spinning twine. Do you live on this now?"

"Yes. Fortunately I have such skills, I can still feed my son. When my Fisk grows up, he will..." Broma lightly glanced at the old face, looking at the corner of the wall. The iron swords: "That is Fisk's father's sword. After a few years, Fisk will be able to inherit it."

"Of course. But I don't think Fisk's life is easy."

"No! No!" Broma denied, "You are the one blessed by Odin. He can follow you. That is Fisk's happiness."

"Forget it." Lurik shook his head with a wry smile: "He can't even eat enough. And you! As far as I know, your family's situation is terrible. Woman, now I'll give you a chance."

Rurik settled down, and once again explained his requirements in a commanding tone.

Sure enough, this request is like falling auspicious from the sky, and Broma agreed in a pleasant surprise.

Lurik’s original intention was to recruit some tribal women who were responsible for cooking meat for more than 100 children. In order to ensure that these people will work well, of course, it is necessary to select women living in the poorest families. Widowed women like Fisk’s mother are most suitable. .

The biggest problem for women like them is their survival. They can’t even guarantee the food problems for themselves and their families.

Before the sun went down, Rurik had selectively recruited seven women. Their common characteristics were very clear-they were not young and their husbands were dead.

The pottery urn for boiled meat was bought from the potter of the tribe for a small sum of money.

For the seven women he promised to recruit, the most critical job every day is to cook meat for the children. The so-called reward is that they can eat their own share of fish or other meat. In addition, they have an allowance, which is just one silver coin a month.

That's just that, they were already moved to bitterness by Rurik's wise decision.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Rurik traveled through different locations in Roseburg all afternoon, and when he got home, his calves were already sore.

He nibbled a bit of dried meat, then lay comfortably on the skin of the animal, receiving Rumia's leg massage.

Niya kept chewing the dried meat in her hand, and said plausibly: "I heard something, you actually decided to reward you with the daily meat of those little men. You are really generous."

"Ah! Really comfortable." Rurik enjoyed herself and asked Lumia to pinch harder.

"Are you listening?!" Niya scolded.

"I'm listening. Mom, you asked me to give them meat? I don't think there is any problem. Now I have discussed with those women, and tomorrow at noon, I will arrange for my people to eat meat."

"But, even your father, he never did this."

"That's him. I'm not the same as my father." Lying on his stomach immediately talked, "Mom, those children are all my subordinates when they grow up. Now I give them meat, and I will take them with me in the future. If I make a lot of money, maybe I can still give them women. If I don’t do this, they may stop listening to me in the future."

Niya was startled first, and then calmed down with a relieved expression: "Then you go and do it. I'm worried that the children of the entire tribe will come to you and beg you for meat in the future."

"Hey, that's okay. They listen to me now, and they will listen to me in the future."

Rurik did have this idea, although his body was just a child.

This kid is extraordinary!

Rurik estimated that when he grows up, he should be the leader naturally.

Will there be competitors demanding a contest for the leadership position? Rurik guessed that he would never have it again.

Using some means to draw all the children of the tribe over as part of their own interest group, then the scale of this group will be amazing. Potential competitors were eliminated before they appeared.

The next day, a wonderful start.

Rurik handed ten silver coins to Broma and ordered her and other women to go to the morning beach fish market to buy meat. There was only one principle, and all the money was consumed in exchange for meat.

Everything went smoothly. Because they gave enough money, the fishermen were so excited to gather and carry the meat directly to the cooking site. Because these fishermen can really be said to be in this life. For the first time, they sold most of their catches in a very short period of time, and they also made a lot of money.

In five large pottery urns, fish and whale meat were mixed. The firewood under the urn was crackling and the meat that was obviously cooked was fished out.

The women used a set of simple scales that Rurik borrowed from the priest to classify the meat according to the weight of a Roman pound.

The scene of lavishly cooking meat is simply an advertisement for Rurik.

The people of the tribe left behind have been rumored that those children who have surrendered to Rurik will always enjoy the blessings, and these children may never worry about being hungry before they grow up.

The smell of meat filled the air, and many young children with dirty faces searched for the smell of meat, and there were even girls from many tribes who couldn't stand the temptation and came in instinctively.

Maybe the blessings can only be given to the boys of the tribe, or the boys who are expected to become future warriors.

One pound of whale meat or two pounds of fish meat are placed on simple wooden boards cut from pine stems.

Whether the meat is hot or cold, no one is particularly concerned about it. People don’t even care whether it contains salt, as long as the meat is cooked.

The sun gradually moved to the center of the sky, and soon it was time for dinner.

Most Ross people do not have the concept of breakfast, lunch and dinner, but there are children trained with Rurik.

There is a lack of carbohydrates in their diet, and the required calories must be obtained from meat as much as possible. It has to be said that being born as a human being, the body that is born with will always have a strong demand for sugar. If there is no high-energy starchy food, the current living conditions of the Ross people, if they want to become strong, they can only eat more fish and meat desperately.

Rurik faced the children who had assembled and stood in a matrix for the last time. He saw the excitement and anticipation that could not be concealed on the faces of these hungry guys.

He drew out his steel sword and said: "I have told you clearly! Say! Who gave you the meat?!"

"It's the leader Rylik!" the children said in unison.

"What are you talking about?!" Rurik held the sword in his right hand and pressed his left hand to the pinna, deliberately making an inaudible gesture, "you all said loudly."

"It's the leader Rurik!"

The children roared with childish voices as much as they could.

"Okay, remember our slogan?"

"Ypaaaaaaax!"

Rick could not help talking nonsense, and he was very pleased that these children unexpectedly wailed "Ula".

Yes, the Rus should be the Yazi of the Rus.

"Okay! Brothers, come with me. Follow your leader and eat meat!"

Rurik held the scabbard with his left hand and the steel sword with his right hand. Behind him is a large group of yelling children who are eager to eat meat.

Because, that's at least a pound of meat! Many children don’t even realize the crazy experience of eating a pound of cooked meat.

A Roman pound, Rurik felt that it must be more than three hundred grams.

In Rurik’s understanding, it’s okay for a casual adult to eat 500 grams of meat. The edible part of a roast chicken may be 500 grams. If you eat the whole roast chicken, most people also Stop here.

Of course, there are also some fierce people who stuff two or three kilograms of steamed buns and bread into their stomachs, and even drink a bottle of bubbling happiness water to continue stuffing their stomachs.

For children, perhaps a pound of meat is a challenge.

Rurik doesn't expect them to really stuff all the meat in one meal. After all, the meat is cooked. In addition, the summer temperature in Northern Europe is not very high, and a tuft of cooked meat can still be stored for a longer time.

He ordered his people to gather together the team that had become loose because of happiness, and everyone lined up into five columns to form a big team.

Just like in normal training, the children carry wooden shields like toys on their backs, with wooden swords (sword-shaped sticks or just wooden sticks) pinned to their waists, and take a rather neat pace. The leader of Rurik, looking for the fragrance of meat, rushed to the meat-cooking scene where there were already a large number of onlookers.

The children hadn't arrived yet, and the neat footsteps quickly attracted people's attention.

The people of the tribe probably knew that Rurik had summoned almost all the boys of his age and collectively pulled them to a small **** west of Roseburg to train and fight.

It's just a game for children! When all men were young, they liked all kinds of fighting games, which made possible armed battles in the future, and the men of the Ross tribe could have excellent combat effectiveness.

The tribe encourages children to "play games". As for what they are doing, many people still don't care.

Now, a large number of seven or eight-year-old boys under Rurik's command, unbelievably stepped up and lined up in an incredibly neat line, just came? !

Especially a large number of women, their children are in this team.

They never watched the training their son received at Rurik. In short, they learned from their son that the training was very interesting. Because Rurik is imitating the fight of adults!

More than one hundred and fifty people lined up in three columns, and each column was a "combat group." It is also the so-called "comrade in arms on a boat." The boy at the head of the column is the strongest in the column. They serve as the "captain" of the column, which is equivalent to the position of the platoon leader.

Rurik noticed the children's restlessness. He still held his sword and shouted: "Everyone, keep it neat! Your mother is watching you, showing the temperament that a man should have, and continuing to follow me!"

That boy doesn't want to show his bravery in front of his mother?

These seven or eight-year-old children can't wait to grow up to seventeen or eighteen years old immediately, so that they can do the same as those who expedition to get revenge on Gotland!

They stepped into the meat-cooking scene amidst all the exclamation.

Now, Rurik can't help but sigh that he has made a big show?

In fact, because of the lack of entertainment in life, wherever the tribe has any interesting news, the news can quickly spread to the tribe and become a popular stall for everyone. In addition to making everyone feel that the child was a model of generosity, Rurik’s magical behavior, with the mentality that it would not be too big to join in the fun, came to see if the so-called gift of meat to the child was a reality.

"That's good, you all look at my deeds, you better know that I become a leader and will lead you to eat meat every day." Rurik thought silently in his heart.

He is also very pleased now. In order to let these children line up honestly, it is necessary to knock the disobedient with a wooden stick a few times, and he also gave a little verbal threat.

After all, they are children, born very easy to listen to the strong, and naturally lack judgment.

"People who deliberately cause chaos in the team will be despised by everyone and will also be beaten with a stick. If they refuse, then leave the team and be despised by everyone for the rest of their lives." Rurik's threat is indeed very useful, and all children are not. Hope to be abandoned by my brothers.

Rurik was pleased to see that the women had already divided the cooked meat very intimately. It seemed that they did distribute the weight of each piece of meat according to the weight.

"All brothers, stop!"

The team stopped instantly.

Rurik could see that their standing bodies were shaking. Although their small faces were facing the back of the head of the person directly in front of them, their eyes were already trying their best to glance at the pieces of meat.

"Want to eat meat? Okay, let's eat it, everyone has a share. Now listen to my order. The first team, follow your queue to get the meat, or white fish or dark whale You choose the meat yourself. Be prepared for those in the back!"

Up to now, the team is still very neat.

Rurik used a stick to beat the disobedient and achieved a good effect, at least it was more effective than trying to persuade the observance of order.

Because according to his understanding, a whip is always indispensable in the training of a line musketeer, and he will get a whip if he doesn't follow the regulations.

After the rigorous training, soldiers are trained to ignore the comrades who died on their shoulders, like a machine with no emotions, when they reach the designated position and fire their guns, and then try their best to ignore the gun smoke, loud noises and wailing, and give flints to flint. Gun loading.

The children began to line up to fetch the meat. Almost without exception, they gave priority to the cooked cod meat.

Just because the weight of fish is two pounds!

Of course, this is just a superficial weight.

As far as it can provide calories, Rurik believes that whale meat is twice as heavy as fish of the same weight. After all, whales are cloven hoofed animals.

The children were surprised to find that they could feast on, of course, choose the one with the most meat. They took away the wooden board that was holding the meat, and then sat on the ground casually and gnawed wildly, even if there was no salt.

salt? That's not a problem, because the water used to cook the meat is mixed with some sea water, so even the whale meat is mixed with a little sea salt.

Although the whale meat was only one pound, all the children of the fifth team received whale meat. At first they had some regrets, but when they really started to bite, they realized that the meat was really porcelain.

For a while, the meat cooking site became a gathering place for children. More than one hundred and fifty children were desperately eating meat, their belly was bulging, but there was still a lot of meat left in their hands.

Rurik said: "Can't you finish it? Then take it back and put it in the evening. Don't worry, there is no special situation. You have to live this way every day. Remember what I told me about you? Loyal. For me, UU reading I will take you to eat meat."

"Ypaaaax..." Many children shouted "Ula" again as an intimate response.

Rurik pinched his waist, accepted the children's worship, and the gratification of the meat-cooking women was already astonished and envied by the onlookers.

Another scene.

An onlooker lower-level priestess hurriedly ran back to the long room of the priest, excitedly reported to Bona, who was leading people to make soap every day, and the high priest Veria, who continued to sit in meditation, and reported the matter of Rurik’s gift of meat. . Even more shocked, he reported a large group of children walking neatly.

"He... is he serious?" Bona said in surprise.

Then, she asked Veria, "It seems that we don't have to wait for our big leader to get old, Rurik is about to take over as the leader in advance."

Veria's squinted eyes slowly opened: "I already know! Everything is changing, everything is destiny. Bona, you don't have to worry about anything."

"Yes, I really don't worry, it's just Rurik. I don't understand his decision. Is he really a kind person?"

"Benevolence?" Veria shook his head slightly, her shriveled mouth squeezed out a smile, "What Otto can't do is that Rurik is already doing it. Loyal to him, there is meat. God! This is the favor of God. We can now further confirm that he is the child blessed by Odin. Bona, you know what you should do."

"Yes." Bona slightly hooked her head: "Great priest, we will definitely be loyal to such a great leader."

"Of course, continue to make soap, you are becoming rich. Look at you, Bona, you have started to dress yourself up."

Bona smiled shyly, and quickly covered herself and ran to the blacksmith to melt the ruby-studded ring that she had made for herself by melting the silver coins.