Chapter 630： Struggle of Asraki

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The transparent glass is filled with dark-brown liquid. Its color is similar to that of ale made from coked oats, and the smell is very unique.

But the cup was still full of weirdness, and Rurik was very interested, and his family members expressed doubts.

"Is it the sweet and sour wine made by the people from the east?" Otto asked casually.

"It was made by Peravina." Asraki herself lifted the pottery urn and asked Otto if he would taste it.

"The people of Novgorod will make this peculiar wine. Well, compared to the bitter wine, this sweet and sour wine is also good."

Rurik was a little surprised. The Gvass he was surprised by was not a rare thing in Old Otto.

Thinking about it again, Otto visited Novgorod frequently in the past, and it is not surprising that he knew and drank Kvass.

In fact, the idea of ​​adding oat flour to wheat flour has existed since ancient times. In this age of rugged agriculture, it is almost inevitable to get a mixture of two kinds of wheat. People are chasing delicious delicacies. It is common for people to mix wheat flour that is rich in viscosity with oat flour that lacks viscosity. Baked bread is a useful compromise. Even the minority of wheat flour can make the majority of oat flour appear as shaped bread.

This kind of bread can be harder, even if it is eaten like wood, its extremely storage-resistant and edible characteristics make it a perfect convenience food of this era.

As for it being left for too long, it was made into Kvass...

This was a good idea of ​​the Eastern Slavs, and perhaps after they knew how to make bread, Kvass' technique was also invented. In comparison, the Russ and other Viking tribes can be described as fishermen since ancient times, and the cultivation of oats has only been a matter of hundreds of years. And the Ross people who have never left the fjord are unable to plant them. A large number of professional farmers have begun to appear in the Ross people, but it is only in the last five years.

Otto is drunk beautifully, and Rurik is also savoured carefully.

At this time, the bread carefully baked by Asraki was also cut into dense slices and shared with everyone sitting around the long table, especially the young girls.

There are slices of bread on the glass plate, and Rurik, who had eaten a bowl of noodles, didn't mind having more bread.

He smelled the rich aroma of wheat, and under the oil lamp matrix, the bread slices were almost pure white, fluffy and porous, which really made him feel that the time was a bit misplaced again.

"You made this?" Rurik raised his head again and looked at Aslaqi.

"Yes. I have always been good at doing this."

"Huh? Why didn't I know this in Gotland? Is this your secret?"

Aslaqi smiled, she actually wanted to say a lot.

Otto didn’t notice, this old guy was very excited after drinking some wine. He really fell in love with this wonderful way of eating wheat after eating lo mein for many days, and then some unique oriental drinks and interesting slices of bread. , Life is boundless.

But this slice of bread directly refreshed his understanding of bread.

A large piece of bread is as soft as lamb fur. It has a strong wheat aroma and an unexplainable burnt and sweet feeling. An extremely powerful desire to eat controls the mind.

He opened his mouth wide, put the soft slices of bread into his mouth in just two clicks, and chewed beautifully, and the sweetness immediately filled his entire mouth.

Otto swallowed, patted his chest vigorously and drank the remaining half a cup of Kvass, Meimei hit a sour full burp.

He pointed his hand pointedly: "Athraqi, you! Did you use honey?"

"It's honey." She replied in every measure.

"Are you really willing?!"

"In order for the Lord Duke to eat well, I am willing."

This was flattery, Otto laughed with joy, and Lurik naturally heard the deep meaning.

At this moment, Arik became an outsider. He knew his wife's intentions completely, but he didn't know how to join in. It was really embarrassing for a big man to stand here, Rurik looked really sad, and simply left the seat, even if it was crowded, he had to pull his cousin to the table.

In the past, this was very normal.

But the old Otto has completed the upbringing of Arik based on tradition. My nephew has become a family and a hero in the duchy, and he will act as a guest when he comes to the Duke’s family. Also because of the change of status, Arik must remain humble and respectful in the face of the noblest duke family.

Many times, the young and promising Arik felt that his relationship with his uncle was inevitably being alienated. Uncle's life is coming to an end. Although he loves his younger brother, his younger brother is a duke after all, and is called the "son of God" by everyone.

Even if he has made great achievements, these achievements are like the stars and the sun. Although they are all twinkling existences, the younger brother is the most shining and extremely warm existence.

Arik has an inferiority complex. On the other hand, Asraki, because she came with a purpose, she behaved more generously.

A glass bottle stuffed with wooden blocks was slammed by Otto on the table, and then pushed in front of Arik: "Drink! Our father and son drank it!"

Spirits?

Drink it then.

Unexpectedly, the energetic Otto quickly summoned the servant to bring more spirits.

"Dad, are you going to get drunk with Arik?" Rurik frowned and couldn't help feeling nervous. "It is said that there is only one bottle a day."

"Forget it! Stupid boy. You have forgotten your father for Rose's great cause. Today I am very happy that you two brothers have become heroes, but unfortunately I am getting old. Drink it! Alas..." Old Otto thought Some of the past, tears could not help but fell, and then turned into the howling of the old man.

Things became very strange, Niya hugged Otto's head like a child to comfort him, and Otto kept crying and yelling: Ogier can't enjoy the good days now!

Hearing, Arik sank. He pulled off the bottle cap abruptly. A bottle of strong wine was suffocated. After all, he said, "Fortunately, my biological father's tomb is still here."

Rurik immediately took the words: "Then spill the wine on the uncle's grave. You must do this at night, and his heroic spirit will see us in the sky."

"good idea."

Otto’s sudden emotional out-of-control is certainly due to drunkenness and drunkenness, but the most fundamental reason is sorrow for his own aging. A hero gets old and feels more powerless to make a difference, and even takes a boat trip to promise. Fogorod felt tired, and now he can only stay in his hometown and stick to those old folks who had few surviving childhoods. Being marginalized is really painful, but this is destiny.

He noticed that Aslaqi seemed to have a bulging belly again, but Pelavina's belly was indeed much larger.

His son, Rurik, is even more capable. There are only three women who are pregnant with new lives in their stomachs.

Northern European women naturally faded their childishness prematurely, Queen Mary and Duchess of Ostara Carlotta, they all straightened their stomachs. As for the more high priest Lumia of North Asian descent, she is almost twenty years old, and in today's conception she is actually a mature woman.

How can bread be baked soft and fragrant? Rurik deliberately asked Asraki about this.

He doesn't care about his father and cousin drinking happily. He just wants to understand this. After all, eating a good meal can be said to be an important adjustment in this lack of entertainment.

Aslaqi simply seized this opportunity: "My lord, in fact, I have something important to tell you this time."

"Sure enough, did something big come?" Rurik increased his vigilance.

"Maybe it's a big deal, maybe it's not. I only have one request."

"Go ahead, I can be satisfied as long as it is reasonable."

"Okay. It's..." Aslaqi settled, "It's your mill. I want to see your golden mill. I want to see its structure and learn. I want to build a mill that belongs to my family. To serve you."

Open a mill? Is this a big deal?

Yes, it is indeed a major event.

Rurik thought about it carefully. As for the modern era, a mill can almost be called a "heavy industry" style.

He glanced at his cousin and dad, and in the present situation, it is absurd to say that they are not father and son. The two not only drank spirits, but a large amount of ale was also put on the table. The two are too fierce, and the current material conditions are much better than before, and the drinks are enough for the two to drink.

Rurik made the women's families who had eaten enough to go back to their rooms to rest, or gather around Mary to review the Latin that they were constantly learning.

He only left Aslaqi: "Visit and study my mill, it's great. I probably guessed how you bake bread. Now follow me and take you to the mill."

It was still March, and even if it was about to April, the frozen sea had already begun to show obvious signs of melting, and the whole world was still cold. The thick snow is still there, they crazily reflect moonlight and starlight, and the whole world is not really dark.

The golden grinding wheel of the mill was still working creakingly, and the servant who was lazy to rest saw the Duke coming and hurriedly stood up to grind.

These servants were all taken captive by Britain, and their laziness was not a problem. Even Yururik deliberately moved the mill, the bronze grinding disc was indeed a bit strange, and the sharp sound of metal friction was really an annoying noise in the extremely quiet night.

"You all avoid it, I don't blame you for being lazy." Rurik ordered casually.

Aslaqi walked up contentedly, stroking the golden grinding wheel of this work. They are not real gold, but a kind of bronze whose color resembles gold. She confidently checked the ground flour, and the smile on her face gradually faded after tasting it.

"What do you think?" Rurik asked.

"It's a wonderful tool, much more efficient than the stone grinder I use. It's just that the wheat it grinds is not fine. Can I see the structure under the grinder?"

"of course can."

Soon, the mercenaries standing guard were called into the mill, and the four of them worked together to unload the millstone above.

Under the oil lamp, the internal structure of the upper and lower grinding discs was vividly displayed in front of Aslaqi, and she also deconstructed its working mechanism in her mind almost instantly.

She murmured: "With this structure, the wheat grains are ground into powder, which is indeed very different from the method of stone grinding."

"Of course. This is an invention of the far East, and it was spread here by the Romans. Oh, I hope you can understand what I said."

Rurik was inevitably a bit arrogant in this regard, but when he asked Asraki if he understood the structure, he got a very firm affirmative answer.

"Oh? You...really understand?"

"Yes. Look at those grooves. They are indeed the key to grinding wheat grains. Unfortunately, my family's wealth is not enough to make so many bronze grinding discs."

"Are you entangled in bronze?" Rurik stepped forward and pointed: "Bronze is not a good thing, it is just a stopgap measure. I need a lot of flour immediately, and I also need to make sure I can make a grinding pan. It seems that now I succeeded."

Aslaqi immediately stood at the merchant’s point of view and said: “Indeed, if I use stones, I can’t make stone grinding discs at a high cost. Many stones are also very hard, enough to grind wheat into flour.”

"So, it's a pity..." Rurik sighed slightly: "I am about to finish the final dry food preparation. I will go to Balmeck in a few days. Without these four grinding discs, I would not be able to process it. Too much flour makes bread and bread."

"If you have enough time." Asraki asked weakly.

Rurik turned his face abruptly, "Of course he did not hesitate to make a large number of stone grinding discs. One hundred or two hundred. In the future, Rose can only get more and more wheat. Grinding flour and making bread is unstoppable. Trend. Believe me, people no longer like to eat simple boiled wheat grains after eating bread. Everyone’s desire for a good meal is unstoppable. You said you want to build a mill? I am still worried about who will arrange this for you. A job. Aslaqi, you are like your name, a fairy of the sanctuary."

"You are a noble person. These four bronze mills are really beautiful. Shouldn't you make more?"

Rurik shook his head: "If I can, I would like to try zirconium bronze or even simple carbon steel, but the cost is too high."

"Does the great duke worry about the cost? You are clearly the richest person in the world."

"Put away your flattery! Aslaqi, do you treat me as a businessman? You actually talked to me like a merchant. I am a Duke, and my wealth is not only my own, but also Roth's. From now on. I have to feed tens of thousands of children. They are hungry and I am embarrassed. Your proposal is very good. If you can build a new mill, it has helped me a lot. If your mill is strong enough, the qualifications for processing food are yours. ."

"Ah! It's wonderful."

"If you are interested, you can build a lot of mills for me. I don't care what kind of mill you use, I always need ground flour. If you succeed, these golden grinding discs will be given to you."

"I...I will! I can make a batch of stone grinding discs very quickly, and even..."

While she was ecstatic, she still retained a strange hesitation.

Rurik asked immediately: "Do you want more rewards? Aslaqi, I promise you to process flour for me, and I will pay you naturally."

"I am like this, and I also thought of a tool." She began to describe a possibility: "If a huge stone grinder is pushed and rotated to crush wheat, it..."

"Huh?" Rurik was shocked.

"Master Duke..."

Rurik blurted out "niantz" in extreme surprise, referring to the rotating stone mill.

Aslaqi danced and described her ideas, and Rurik was absolutely sure she was talking about the stone mill.

Maybe such a heavy-duty wheat processing tool shouldn't be thought of by a Nordic woman. How did she think of something she had never seen before?

In fact, the prototype of a heavy stone mill is a stone grinder. It is pushed by heat to squeeze wheat grains into powder. If it is large enough, it will crush the wheat by its own weight. Today, Aslaqi saw the rotating stone grinder that grinds the wheat grains. Her intelligent head instantly diverged thinking, and she thought of the giant stone grinder being continuously pushed around a central axis to squeeze the wheat grains in a rolling manner.

The revolving stone was originally in Rurik's plan. Now that Asraki proposed this device configuration, he jumped out and said that he also thought of it. Isn't it an afterthought?

Just treat it as a good note that Aslaqi came up with.

"You are so smart! Really our Rose's baby! I would like to call you my sister."

As a result of such high praise, Asraki was a little confused. After all, she was also a woman who had met the world, and she knew that this was a business opportunity related to the future of the old Harald family, and she must seize it.

Is the merchant just a second-hand dealer?

Do not! Although the old Harald family’s business in Gotland collapsed, the family’s Shilla Fort under the Rus’ rule is slowly recovering. Although it was a recovery, the successor of the family fell on the shoulders of a young woman.

In Gotland, the family’s only business is the processing of wool and sheepskin. Asraki noticed that the Ross people were also doing similar jobs, and the industry was already prosperous, and it was uncomfortable to try to blend in.

The construction of the mill focused on processing flour, and then the construction of a bakery to make a large amount of bread to provide high-quality military rations for the future Russian army. This is an absolute emerging industry. If you seize the first-hand advantage, you will get the privilege of the future.

After living in Roseburg for more than two years, Aslaqi had consciously discovered the secret of the Ruth’s victory. The Russian army is very organized, very good at seafaring, and its weapons are advanced and sophisticated. The most important thing is that they always stock a lot of food before the battle so that they can compete with the enemy for consumption.

Because the benefits are eternal. She has no obsession with Gotland itself, she just wants to revive her family, it doesn't matter where the revival is completed.

Aslaqi and her family have completely taken the stand of the Ross people Tonight, I took the initiative to ask Yingzhi to build a large number of mills and bake a lot of bread. In fact, Xianglurik belongs only to Aslaqi Of the vote.

She not only gave out her name certificate, but also offered a guarantee.

She assured Rurik: "When you come back from Balmerk, you will see a brand new mill. My first stone mill or stone mill is built, and the wheat will be processed immediately. I will personally spend the money from you. I buy wheat and process it into flour, and I hope you will buy it all when you come back."

This was her condition, and Rurik readily accepted: "Excellent. If so, I will give you a suitable purchase price."

Rurik couldn't immediately come up with a suitable price, and the amount of labor fees for Asraki's mill in the future must be based on the actual situation. His answer was very vague, and Asraki didn't care.

In other words, what Aslaqi was never looking at was how much money he would get for working for the Duke, and the structure would be too small if he thought of that.

She hopes to be able to rejuvenate the family more quickly because of the full performance.

This is the struggle of a mother, the struggle of a female warrior.