Chapter 177： Dinner with Rurik and 12 servants

A silver coin.

Even though the price of meat in the fish market has risen a lot now, for Bromar and Fisk, the two have no doubt about the value of a silver coin.

Only a person with great power like Rurik didn't think that owning ten thousand silver coins was not a big deal.

His recent bold behavior has added more reputation to himself in the tribe.

The women who boiled fish suddenly have new jobs!

Soon, Broma brought two women back from the fish market, and the three women each carried a cod.

Cod! The price is naturally a bit more expensive, and Lurik is willing to entertain new subordinates with this good fish.

A few stones are moved to the open space, and a wooden board is placed on it. It is the so-called dining table.

The cod with the scales and entrails removed is being boiled on a high fire, and the air is filled with the smell of meat and some slight fishy smell.

Eleven servants sat cross-legged at the simple open-air table, and their west was a brilliant sunset.

It's actually very late. Now that the summer solstice hasn't been long, the night time is short every day.

The only reason why children can keep their spirits is the smell of meat.

Rurik himself was hungry, so he simply stayed here to have dinner with the servants as a master!

Then, plus the head maid that you know, Lu Mia, there will be twelve servants dining together!

In front of the children is a wooden plate with a tuft of fish.

Not only that! Rurik personally sprinkled some salt on each piece of fish. Even if the quality of this salt is not good, it contains a lot of bitter substances such as magnesium chloride, but the sodium chloride in it gives the fish a more human breath, and it comes from the temptation of salt, which gives the children great mental stimulation.

Even Rumia, as a maid maid, is still a child after all.

Lumia maintained great restraint, and she also used crude Slavic vocabulary to scold the servant who planned to reach out first.

The principle is that all servants are forbidden to eat without Rurik speaking.

Sitting in the position of the host in the north, Rurik looked at the fish on his plate and the look in the eyes of the children's expectations.

He felt that he needed to talk nonsense.

"Servants, you have all seen it. This is my reward for you. Eat, my servants."

"So? What's the price? Master?" It was Anna who was the first to be named.

"The price?" Rurik smiled, "It's your loyalty! Anna. This is your fate as servants. Now, start eating!"

"Da!"

Anna's response in Slavic made Rurik feel in a daze, and then a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

After all, they are all Slavs.

With an order, the children are no longer cautious. Driven by hunger, all children are little wolves.

Even Lumia, who had followed Rurik for more than half a year, turned into a little wolf gnawing at meat.

All the children, they had already been ordered by Rurik to wash their little faces and hands thoroughly with a strange thing, which was actually soap.

They began to hug the meat and gnaw. Because the cod had few bones, they were not worried about the possibility of the bones being injured. As a result, many children were really hungry and swallowed the fish without a few chews.

A few girls kept hammering their chests to make the fish go smoothly.

Seeing how they gobbled up, Rurik was a little bit dumbfounded.

If you think about it carefully, it's understandable that boys and girls gobble up exactly the same way.

I am afraid that in their hometown, they have never had the experience of eating freely as they do today, not to mention eating meat and a lot of salt! I am afraid that they are not simply replenishing body energy, but desperately replenishing electrolytes.

Rurik deliberately sprinkled a salty dose of salt, but the behavior of the children fully demonstrated that they must be deficient in all nutrients.

Seeing them, Rurik took a few bites of meat and suddenly didn't want to eat it.

He simply put his own meat on Lumia’s plate, and looking at her surprised eyes, Rurik, who had already stood up, said: "Lumia eat more. You are the only one who is my favorite among all the servants. of."

It was this words from the Gnosse that Lumia's jealousy was completely calmed down.

She looked up at her master, then grabbed the piece of meat and gnawed it.

Let the servants eat fish as much as possible! If the kids can eat all three big cod, eat it!

Rurik now just wanted to talk to Fisk who was staying at his door. In addition. After discussing with Bromar about the provision of food for the maids in the evening, there is an urgent need to negotiate a good price for this matter. After all, the servants’ food expenses are paid by the master Lurik. In the foreseeable future, the servants’ food expenses will start to become higher and higher as the number of servants increases and the servants grow.

The very clear fact is that Rurik is now using his ever-increasing wealth to raise a total of nearly 170 children.

To train future loyal and reliable subordinates from an early age, it is necessary to continue to spend money for this purpose.

It's just that if you can spend less money and satisfy the people who eat and cook, it would be more appropriate.

Here, the key person in cooking is Fisk's mother Broma. Fortunately, Broma is indeed a talkative woman.

Not really! Broma is not stupid enough to have any disrespect towards the chief and future chiefs!

Broma really loves her only relative, Fisk, and only hopes that her son can become an eternal confidant by Rurik's side.

Let them eat the meat, Rurik approached Fisk, who was sitting in front of his house, gnawing on the tuft of fish left over at noon.

Fisker stuffed the meat into his belly three times, rubbing his hands casually on his clothes.

"Liurik, are you looking for me for something?"

"Thing? Nothing."

Liu Lixuo had his legs close together and sat beside Fisk, looking at the western twilight and couldn't help but yawn. Then he pounded Fisk's arm: "Look, my new servants. What do you think?"

"Well, good. I saw many little girls, Rurik, do you really need them?"

"It's the girl I deliberately got from Novgorod." Rurik's explanation clearly revealed pride.

At this moment, Fisk, how can he hide his envy?

Fisk felt that Liurik was showing off, but he was the leader of the future, and of course he could show off wantonly.

Look at your own situation again. My house has not been repaired for more than a year, and it often leaks when it rains.

Today, he and his mother are dependent on each other, if it were not for the support of Rurik, the situation is terrible.

Fisk sighed: "Now, even Kanuf has two maids. I heard that Kanuf decided to make those two servants his wives. What about you? Rurik. Do you want these girls to be It's your wife."

"Me?!" Rurik was shocked and straightened up, then looked at Fisk's face awkwardly: "You look at me too high! I have eleven maids now, can I still..."

"You can." Fisk did not shy away from it. "You are the leader, and no one has any opinion on how many wives you have."

"Forget it." Rurik shook his head: "My body can't stand it."

"You care about Sister Lumia, we all know. Rurik, do you plan to marry her as your wife?"

Fisk's words are completely unintentional. He is still a child after all, precisely because he is a real child. Fisk's words are not vain, he is completely serious.

Unexpectedly, these words were heard by Lu Mia who was still eating meat, and her mood instantly became complicated.

Rurik's mouth was sullen, he wanted to criticize Fisk's untimely childish remarks.

But in all fairness, since taking ownership of Lumia, Rurik feels that this girl is indeed a manufacturable.

Lumia now also has a magical identity, that is, she was appointed by High Priest Villia, and is a really good candidate to take over the post of High Priest.

Regarding this matter, it was a secret agreement between himself and Veria, and Rurik would not tell anyone.

But Rurik did not change his mood to deny Fisk's speculation. His silence seemed to be confession.

"Ah, that would be great." Fisker's sigh expressed his low self-esteem, and he continued to lament his pity: "I just don't know what my future wife is like."

Rurik raised his interest again: "Are you actually worried about this?"

"Huh? Why don't I worry? I will be twelve in two years."

"Twelve years old? What's the matter?" Rurik was a little surprised.

"You..." Now it's Fisk's turn to be surprised again: "Rurik, you are twelve years old in four years, and the big boss will definitely make a marriage contract for you. After all, you are our future boss. Don't worry, no idiot dares to challenge your position."

There are four years left? marry? !

Rurik looked at his hands, they were obviously the hands of a child. I was so young, engaged or married at the age of twelve?

Thinking about it for a moment, the tribe does have rules in this regard.

Rurik looked up at Lumia who was eating meat, thinking that, wouldn't Lumia be twelve years old next year? Would not it be……

Regardless of whether it is a boy or a girl, getting married too early is not a good thing, Rurik always thinks so.

Since Fisk mentioned the issue of marriage, it seems that the child really cares.

Among all the subordinates, if anyone is expected to become the bravest warrior in the future, there is nothing more than this "bald" Fisker.

As long as this guy continues to eat meat, and does his stamina training desperately every day, when he grows to eighteen years old, he will be a strong man. If you deliberately add a beard, the image of a bald warrior with a giant beard will surely make the enemy timid.

Rurik patted Fisk on the shoulder and deliberately said: "You don't need to worry about anything. Have you seen my maid? When you are strong enough, those girls will also grow up. At that time, you will choose a beautiful one. , I will restore the girl’s freedom and become your wife."

"Really?" Fisk replied excitedly.

"Of course. You should understand that my servant is just doing things, and I can give you a clean girl in a few years. And you, you must be unconditional loyal to me."

Fisk smiled shyly. "Of course, we are brothers."

Now, for Fisk, those little girls who seem to be very weak have their future wives in them?

Which one is the most beautiful girl?

Fisker's eyes widened, observing their eating, and he clearly saw a little boy eating meat.

"Huh? Rurik, did you take in a manservant too?"

"Yes, that boy is Kamnier. He is also a poor man. Both his parents were killed by the bear, and now I am his master."

Rurik has basically figured out the identity of Kamnier, and even the backgrounds of the girls.

Kamnier is indeed very poor. From now on, Kamnier is lucky.

The life experience of that manservant instantly resonated Fisker's thoughts.

"Rurik, what do you plan to do with that manservant? Are you joining our army?" Fisker regards the daily morning training as military drills. Although everyone is still, when the shield wall collides with each other, wave His wooden sword hurts when it hits it down.

"Join our training team? Forget it! Even if I trust that kid any more, you all have opinions."

"That's true, your manservant is not our tribe. It's just a slave."

Rurik shrugged, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Fisk's "slave" theory.

Because the Ross people are always arrogant, especially in the current situation, the tribe won the revenge raid against the enemy, and many people suddenly became rich. The pride of the tribe residents is now unprecedented. Even the merchants who live with them are proud of their tribe and the Ruths as a solid alliance like brothers.

After all, the Ross people cut off the hateful Gotland Islanders, but they sighed for the entire alliance.

Fisk continued to ask: "So, that boy, what are you planning to do with him?"

"Be a blacksmith."

"blacksmith?"

"Yes." Rurik looked at Fisk again, and clasped his brother's arm tightly: "You have to hold the right weapon in your hand. And our other brothers, you all have to hold the best sword. , To be as good as mine. So, I need a group of full-time ironman servants, only in this way can I believe that the weapons in my brothers’ hands are the best At this moment, Fisk I can't understand that Rurik has emerged and will tightly control the tribe's metallurgical industry in the future.

In Fisker's view, Rurik must be in a particularly good mood today. This is a promise to send his wife and steel sword, he believes that everything will come true.

The children had finished gnawing the meat, and the girls had been muttering dryly, but now they became swollen one by one.

The mess after the meal was left without time to pay attention to. He paid the women who cooked the meal, and the rest was theirs.

Rurik also amended the agreement with them, that is, when eating at noon, there will be an increase in the amount of ten people. And at night, they must continue to cook for the girls. This is the food that must be delivered to the servants’ residence.

"Perhaps Otto has gone home? If I go back right away, he won't have to talk about his experience in Novgorod to me?" When he thought of this, Rurik didn't want to go back right away.

It's not that he wants to wander around in the tribe. Now that these servants fall into his own hands, the problem of eating can be said to be solved. Now, what still needs to be solved urgently is the problem of dressing.