Chapter 546： Ross Trading Company rises from the ruins

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The speed at which Mellaren's nobles responded was amazing, and they seemed to agree to Rose's request without thinking.

"Could their bottom line be lower?" Rurik regretted not asking for more.

They actually gave a reply the next day, making Rurik immediately take his brothers Rurik to visit Birka Bazaar.

It was already the third day after the secret meeting, but this time the meeting was public.

Ross and Mälaren, or Sweden, signed a written contract at the mansion of the old king Olekin.

The document is engraved on a wooden board in Luen, and the contract is in duplicate, signed by Rurik and Bjorn.

"In this way, our alliance is still strong. With your support, my Melaren tribe can still control the throne."

I heard the public remarks at the Bjorn meeting, and Rurik was bluntly supported by Weishe, but he still had the means to make use of it.

Rurik suddenly stated publicly, "I only support Bjorn and his descendants or designated heirs as the king of Sweden. If his family is destroyed, the contract will be broken."

This is very serious. Whether it is Bjorn or the wealthy nobles present, their ruddy faces instantly turn pale.

They guessed that the Ross people were provoking here, but no one dared to express their opinions.

Bjorn squeezed out a smile in embarrassment, then talked loudly about the alliance with Rose.

Quietly about their expressions and attitudes, Rurik knew that his plan was successful.

Bjorn is a complete usurper. How can he not guard against those nobles who own a large number of acres from raising troops and then rebelling? If they can be susceptible to each other and internal friction, Sweden as a whole will no longer be an obstacle to the future development of Ross, but just a place of property and dumping for Ross.

Now that the negotiating oath is over, Mellaren immediately began to implement the treaty.

They weren't really particularly positive, it was the Ross people who urged them.

Rülik strongly urged that before the fleet leaving north to go home, Mellaren must take out five hundred slaves, and all the inhabitants of the taverns and affiliated areas of Birka Bazaar must be expelled.

The nobles of Mellaren acted as villains, and they rushed to the bazaar with militia and armed slaves.

Bjorn took away all his people in the tavern, and also took away all the ale in stock, leaving the empty shell of the house and throwing it at the Ross people.

As for the nobles, their armed forces wielded wooden sticks and axes, forcing the settled merchants near the tavern to leave immediately, without any room for negotiation.

The merchants left with the payment in crying, they would be beaten if they moved slowly, and a stubborn household would be killed directly.

The nobles of Mellaren saw the houses cleaned up and then deliberately demolished while cursing or watching.

A group of wanderers and merchants who lost their houses appeared in the market, and their goods became fat meat with nowhere to save.

Mellaren's "vultures" acted immediately, causing another humanitarian crisis.

A group of bandits and even gangs popped up in the market.

In other words, they are not gangs either. The so-called gangs were originally the opponents of King Olekin and the opponents of the great nobles. They want to establish their own interests in Mellaren and want to replace them.

Once, Olekin used power to suppress these bandits, but now in an era of political instability, they are taking advantage of the chaos to expand.

In the Mellaren tribe, in addition to the external forces of the Cheros, a third force is also emerging.

Rurik didn't care about this at all, or the bandit didn't hurt Rose's head. The bandits have no such guts, because the popular opinion is that the Rus simply don’t want to be the king of Sweden. Whenever they think about it, Mälaren will be occupied by 10,000 Rus fighters in one day, so don’t deliberately provoke it. they.

Displaced businessmen are now literally poor. The weather is about to be cold, and many people are forced to become slaves to others.

And their former home had been turned into ruins, and within three days, the Rus, holding a blue flag with a white background, came!

When the Ross people came, the battle was unusual.

Gould was ordered by Leurik to stand on a wooden platform built by mercenaries and built on the ruins. Under the protection of many valiant fighters, he shouted at the gathered Mellaren people.

"Merlaren! From now on, this area will be our Ross Chamber of Commerce. You don't have to go to the island to trade, the future trade will take place in this market! Now, Duke Ross gives you a reward. Thank you Duke Ross for staying here. Gram!"

In this case, Gould chanted many times. He felt that the time was right, and he made his subordinates holding two large sacks, and struggling to throw copper coins on the two thousand people who had gathered.

Yes, copper coins.

Compared to the Ross Principality, which is over-rich in silver coins, the people of the entire Lake Mälaren region are short of trading currency.

Had it not been for Rurik's authority to force the prices of certain bulk goods to stabilize the basic prices, and the frenzied strategy of restraining money, the Russ would have been overwhelmed by the huge amount of hot money and the economy would have collapsed.

Rurik and his family are already the richest and most powerful people in this sea area. Of course, he is not going to spread the silver coins. Why should we create a generous coin thrower for the poor Mälaren civilians? The old Roman copper coins that are numerous, useless, and of good quality (circulation for four hundred years) are enough. .

The poor people were looting wildly, and Gould, who was standing on the heights, couldn't help laughing.

"Haha! It's like a group of sheep vying for fodder, it's so fun!"

No one felt wrong, the Ross soldiers who surrounded the shield wall to maintain order were all smiling and looking at the wonderful scenery.

They scrambled for copper coins, men and women fought for it, and the scene became a mess!

Gould could predict what would happen if he did this. He was afraid that the madman would rush to his tower, and ordered the mercenaries under martial law to immediately kill anyone who robbed him of excessive money and attacked him.

The mercenaries were not afraid when they got the order. This group of veterans who have been on the battlefield have never seen any battle before? The shield wall is worthy of opposing and forcing each other to fight. How can we talk about these mobs?

In the chaos, the members of the gang, in order to grab money, dare not rush to the "position" of the Ross people, nor rush to the large Ross merchants who have the money. They suddenly drew their daggers and blatantly used force in the snatch.

Some people fell directly into a pool of blood, but once the stampede accident happened, even the gangs who drew their swords became victims.

A **** farce is over, people flee in terror with blood-stained copper coins, leaving a place of chicken feathers to be cleaned up by the Ross people.

There were more than fifty corpses lying on the ground. Gould felt distressed for a second, and then cursed: "Doesn't the nobility of Mellaren exist? There are no patrols to clean up the mess? It depends on us to maintain order."

A mercenary murmured, "My lord, Olekin's men are dead, and of course no one maintains order."

"Damn it. We are free. There are no people in black in Olegin. We have to maintain order and ensure our safety. Forget it, Rurik doesn't count on the Mellaren nobles at all."

The Ross mercenaries began to move the corpses, and the construction of the Ross shop began in the ruins and blood.

Gould appointed his second son, Stein, as the garrison of shops and islands, and he was nailed here for the benefit of Ross and his family.

"Father, I will do it well, just like you used to be."

Gould did not encourage much: "Continue to develop and operate here, give yourself a nickname, and let the locals remember you. Let them mention you as your name, not Gouldsson."

Compared to his elder brother Snoreva, the other brothers seem to be lacking attention from his father Gould.

Stein knew that his real name was mostly used by the family, but the nickname that was really remembered.

"The eldest brother is the white fox, and I am the blue fox. In my opinion, the brothers use foxes as their nicknames."

"Alright. I'll talk to Rurik about this matter." Gould thought for a while, "White background with blue stripes, Rose's flag. A blue fox head is depicted on the flag, and you hang this flag. Symbolize your existence."

Gould prided himself on making a good arrangement, and even thought the second son's idea was very constructive. He was originally an unknown Anklas small businessman. He spent most of his life struggling to save his family business and flew directly into the sky on the ship of the Ross people! Should one's own family have a clear name to continue, such as the "Guldrevas" Golden Fox family?

Indeed, the Nordic snow fox is cunning and astute, and merchants really need this quality.

Gould's new business for running the Roths is in a good situation, while Rurik is on Gould Island, facing a large amount of goods and the slaves who have been transported to make trouble.

The goods have their own warehouses, but the slaves are human!

These guys are all skinny, so-called "adult men", Rurik thinks that they should be enough to take up arms, but their condition is that they can get tired and get down on the farm.

"Damn it. Bjorn, you shame me? You can just give me the poorest body? I have to restore some of their bodies before they can use it."

Helpless, men, women and children have arrived.

Rurik ordered the immediate distribution of food, and set up ten large pottery on the island, boiled oats over a high fire, and threw a large amount of chopped onions and yellow carrots into it. Seeing that the timing was almost the same, a lot of salt and even seal oil to lubricate the cables were also thrown into the urn.

The air was filled with scent, and the slaves with wooden bowls prayed for the master's gift.

The walls of the tall wooden fort are full of well-dressed warriors, and Rülik is even more beautifully dressed and standing high.

The empty field in the wooden castle was full of slaves, waiting for the master's instructions, but their eyes were all staring at the urn.

"Are you hungry? These delicious meals are rewarded to you. Now, you are all my slaves. After eating my rewarded food, you must always be loyal to me.

I promise you two things. First, any time you follow my orders to do things, your lives will be guaranteed. Second, you will be killed if you disobey my orders! "

What complaints do the slaves dare to have? The crowd kept moaning, some people wept when watching the delicious meal, some looked dumb, and some were quite happy.

They were driven by the mercenary soldiers to line up, each of them took a bowl of thin salty porridge and drank.

What is a good meal? Rurik felt that the combination of carbohydrate, salt, and fat is a good combination for these people who are suffering from chronic hunger.

A huge number of slaves flooded into the island, and the mere cooking of the food consumed a lot of energy.

There was also the work of material handling, which once made Rurik feel that he should recruit a group of temporary workers.

The mental condition of the slaves has improved, and both men and women have changed their clothes. Especially when the weather is cold, they each have a simple tailored leather jacket and quick-stitched leather boots.

After his spirit recovers slightly, all of them are involved in the intense material handling.

Even if they chanted Rose's greatness, Rurik would no longer be easily moved by the cheers. From a utilitarian point of view, these people are all tools, and raising them to be strong and healthy is for better pioneering.

Gould returned to the island, and he didn't have to worry about things on the shore anymore.

Another day will be the day of departure. With so many events happening in just ten days, Gould consciously witnessed a major node in the course of history, and his aging body was also cheered up.

It is night, and there will be another banquet on the island.

Looking at the feast of roasting sheep, Rurik's heart has drifted back to his hometown.

"How's things going? It should be all going well." Rurik asked casually, breaking the ribs.

"It's all done. Although my second son is inexperienced, now I give him a chance, and he will develop the industry very well and do things for Ross."

"Very good. I heard that there have been many disturbances in the market these days, bandits and thieves have appeared, and many people have been killed."

"This is nothing. If we are violated, my son will not be soft, nor will the soldiers stationed there."

Rurik nodded and said solemnly: "The garrison must use the whole winter to build a trading company. I want to build a land fortress to discourage any possible bandits."

"This is natural. I ordered that after my son took someone to remove all the sundries, he would recruit local craftsmen to build a fortress."

"Very good. A lot of supplies are expected to arrive here next year, and I am even worried that I can't buy them all."

"This...sir, are you worried about the Mellaren?" Gould asked again.

"Or talk about your eldest son, the news that Snoreva hasn't come back yet?"

"Yes. Sir, are you worried about him or about our layout in Denmark."

"Of course they are all worried, because!" Rürik paused, looking at the closed wooden door, "There is something I haven't told you, it's very important."

"Speaking."

"You put down your precious wine glass first." After a while, Rurik said: "I! I'm afraid I killed the king of Denmark on the way back."

"Ah!" As Rurik worried, Gould suddenly lay down.

He hurriedly got up again and leaned on the low table: "This is true? You didn't take the Balmerks to fight Britain, why did you go to attack Denmark?"

"That was an inevitable battle, I won. This matter, when your son comes back, the truth should come to light. My old friend, in my opinion...it is detrimental to treat Denmark as an eternal enemy~www.novelhall .com~We should seize the opportunity to see the changes in the Danish political situation. If the new Danish leader lacks malice towards us northerners, we should send envoys to Ross. Besides, according to my opinion, Sweden has sent troops to fight Denmark again. unrealistic."

Only the last sentence is the most important. Gould patted his thigh: "I understand, let my elder son go woolen. This...very dangerous."

"Yes, it is indeed dangerous, but the Danes are not fools. You have many sons. If your eldest son dies for Ross, your family will remain the same, and I will take revenge in the name of Ross. I think once I find the opportunity, Nolieva has no intention of rejecting my request."

Gould nodded and drank another glass of wine, which is no longer sweet, but bitter.

"Well... everything is ready." Gould said frankly, "Even if we support Bjorn as King, the Mellaren tribe is still a mess. Bjorn is probably not as good as Karl's governance level. That guy is completely It's laissez-faire."

"What I hope is this effect. If Olekin is really second, and the power of the entire lake area is twisted into a rope, we Ross will not be able to fish in troubled waters. Don't think about it anymore. I will take a bath after dinner. All tomorrow. The personnel and supplies board the ship and we go home."