Chapter 693： 1 pinch of wheat seeds

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The Duke signed the same contract with hundreds of people? This has never happened in the past, nor did Asraki, who prides himself on business, knew it.

She has many questions, not only about the peculiarities of these writing materials, but also about the large number of contracts that need to be signed. She smelled the amazing commercial value contained therein, that is, these writing materials themselves, because they should not be, and even less likely to be, merely used as writing materials.

Aslaqi was very calm, her eyes revealed a lot of information to Rurik.

Rurik returned with a similar look, confirming that there will be a small private meeting with the family in the future.

Governor Konuzon took the order, and Arik also got the task. The meeting ended with the end of the dinner. They should also go back home or go straight to work.

After the ambitions staggered, Rurik wiped his mouth clean, and said abruptly: "You guys go back for the time being. Be sure to remember that tomorrow morning, when the sun comes out, I will see people gathered in the square."

"That's it? I would rather have some spirits with you." Arik said cheerfully.

"No need. If I can, I would rather drink Kvass, bitter ale is not as good as this. What a pity!" Rurik deliberately increased his voice, "We have too little wheat in our hands."

Upon hearing this, Aslaqi, who drooped her back, straightened her back abruptly, revealing her swollen and coordinated chest inadvertently.

"It's okay." Arik laughed, "I found that spirits are only paired with barbecue. You should make more spirits from your hometown. Not to mention, since you ask for immigration this year, they will all come over, and we will brew and distill locally. "

After that, he stood up and motioned to his wife: "Go! It's time for my brother and sister (referring to Svetlana) to have a good rest, and we will also go back."

"I..." Aslaqi looked up at her husband: "I still have something to tell the prince."

"Didn't you finish talking? Still saying you haven't eaten enough?"

"Next, it's...I am negotiating with the prince as the old Harald Hrolev family." Aslaqi has put on a serious face.

She is the second wife, and Arik also had an earlier appointment with her, thus theoretically avoiding family conflicts. Based on the agreement, the relationship between him and Asraki is a kind of cooperation as a husband and wife.

"Well, in that case, I won't bother." Arik waved his hand, he was very acquainted.

The otherwise not-lively hall became more indifferent. Some women took up the job of servants, went into the house to clean up the leftovers after the meal, and unload the tables and chairs.

Rurik didn't need to take care of the servants personally. Based on the current situation, he thought he should recruit a handful of servants.

He invited his sister-in-law into the inner hall, and brought his wife and Asraki to the bedroom to discuss some important matters.

It's quite quiet here. Except for the guards standing outside, there are only three of them inside the small palace.

Aslaqi sat on the soft leather cushion, the soft light of the wall oil lamp illuminating her quiet face and the tall bridge of the nose.

Rurik noticed his second sister-in-law's bulging belly, and sighed that his cousin didn't forget what was going on while hunting.

Wait a minute! My sister-in-law also came to Shilla Fort for the winter with Askard, but my sister-in-law moved here. Sister-in-law should have given birth again, right? Is it the boy named Jill? Rurik hopes so.

Aslaqi was a little restrained, the boy in front of him was quite handsome, and his wife Svetlana was young and beautiful, but still childish.

The prince is a very young boy, he is handsome and clean, his mind is full of command, and his strong body also proves that he is a good fighter.

He thought he had all the virtues of Viking men, and the wisdom beyond Viking men was endless.

The boy blessed by Odin once again showed great wisdom. Those writable buffy papers are a brand new proof.

She wanted to mention it first, but Rurik had spoken first.

"Sister, you...seems to have it again."

Rurik speaks very sweetly. Aslaqi was surprised at first, then smirked, and then stroked her belly: "Yes. I hope it's another boy. You know, I want to rejuvenate the family, and I will do things for you." Then, give this child a name too."

"Am I? No. You are the child's mother. Since he is the heir to your old Harald family, only you are qualified."

"So it is. So, you...you are not simply asking me for my second child. Indeed, you are the child's uncle."

"It's about the future of the Principality." Rurik put away his smile and asked with a serious face: "I need wheat seeds now. I know you brought some wheat from your hometown in Roseburg to make delicious honey. Bread, your inventory must still be in stock. Now, hand over all of it."

"Ah? Why is this?"

"Very important."

"Okay. Originally, I wanted to continue to make delicious noodles and sell them to hunters. Since it's your order, I will do it."

Rurik was naturally satisfied with this answer, and he also knew that this woman had no choice if he had a chance.

"Very good. Then, you also want to know the purpose of my doing this." Rurik deliberately said.

"Yes." Aslaqi breathed out: "If wheat is very important, I will declare that wheat will not be used as food in the future."

"Oh, where is it so extreme? Of course you have to use wheat to make delicious bread. This is the problem now. We have too little wheat in stock but too much oats. Does the Duchy of Ross still have to import wheat from Britain every year? If one day Northumbria betrays, how do we get wheat? Let's start the war again? I want to grow wheat by myself, so I will grow wheat on a large scale in Novgorod."

The prince's words were impassioned. Aslaqi had never seen a wheat field in her life, and she had not even added mature wheat ears. Of course she had seen wheat berries when she was very young, knowing that it is the best material for making bread, nothing more.

Since the prince was so ambitious, he naturally accepted it unconditionally.

"Yes. I will take out the wheat immediately, but they are running out."

"How much more?" Rurik asked urgently.

"There are about five sacks? I am used to holding one hundred pounds in one bag."

"That's five hundred pounds, which is not bad. Alas, I just don't know how much inventory is left in Roseburg's hometown!" Rurik sighed, "I hope my order will be delivered in time, and I hope Haroldosen doesn't mess around. ."

There are currently about 500 pounds of wheat on hand, and as wheat seeds, only a small part of the land can be sown. One hectare (Viking system, 0.96 modern hectares) sown 400 Roman pounds (Viking Roman pounds, 0.392 kg), and Rurik intends to plant seeds at this value.

Before he determined that the spring wheat could produce high yields, Rurik didn't dare to mess around. He used the average production capacity of local oats as a reference, that is, the tradition of yielding 2,000 pounds of wheat per hectare and leaving 20% ​​for growing grain. In this way, the cost of trial and error is not high, but the variety of wheat on hand is more than one hectare. If this is the case, wouldn't it be a test field?

Although trial and error is risky, Rurik is sure that he has enough costs to squander. No matter what the so-called experimental field has to be 100 hectares in one go, then all the wheat needs to be transported from the hometown of Roseburg to grow grain.

Regarding dispatching a new sled team and returning home in this ice world, Rurik has decided that he will be able to implement it. That is to say, the entire operation is very sensitive to the grasp of time.

If the farming season is missed, the plan for large-scale spring wheat planting this year will be ruined.

Just in case, the wheat seeds provided by Asraki must of course be sown at the right time. If the plan for large-scale transportation of grains fails, the last hectare of wheat will be carefully taken care of, and their output will all be used as grain for next year. Even with the most conservative method, Novgorod can spend more time. Planting wheat on a large scale.

The matter of Maizi is currently the main concern of Rurik, and this matter has a relatively comfortable result.

Rurik knew that Aslaqi had a lot to ask, so she allowed her to hear the news.

Sure enough, the paper matter was hard to let go, and she even saw the business opportunities.

"Lord Duke." She spoke in her formal honorific title: "The written material, paper, must be Odin's wisdom. You must have reproduced it in the world. I...I want to know the secret, I want to do it for you. Make more."

"You?" Rurik squinted his eyes cautiously, realizing that this is not easy. "Do you want to make paper to make money?"

"No! It's for the Duke's business."

"I believe you are sincere, but the matter of making money is not wrong. This matter is not against you. If necessary, I will entrust with you as appropriate in the future."

The paper industry can of course be developed into a profiteering industry. It is not the purpose to make profiteering. Lurik needs paper to cooperate with his authority and so on. If Asraki only sees commercial value, it would be too simple. Rurik decided to hold on to this matter. When the paper industry began to develop from the initial development of the paper industry, people like Asraki could be excellent distributors. As for passing on the technology to her, Rurik was a little worried. .

Because this woman is not easy!

Aslaqi, who was full of confidence, was splashed with cold water on her face. On the surface, she was emotionally discouraged, but in fact, fighting spirit was sprouting in her heart. Since Rurik didn't say anything to death, he would have a chance in the future? It must be so. So I should continue to personally support and even explore the secrets. After all, Rurik has long spoken out, the so-called Odin sprinkled the wisdom of God to the world, anyone has the right to explore, and the wisdom of God is never a treasure open to a few people.

This night, Rurik and Svetlana slept very securely.

Regarding the scourge of the Queen Mary's dystocia and death, Rurik restrained himself in self-discipline, and he even "popularized" his wives and concubines about the relationship between fertility and age.

After all, it was a matter of life and death, and they consciously converged without being frightened. They didn't take the initiative to keep Rick, nor did they take the initiative.

Except Carlotta and Lumia.

The two of them slept peacefully and slept on the bed, nestling together like hibernating bears.

The entire Shilla Fort could not be quiet, the peaceful winter life was broken, and the latest news made the entire city boil.

The Duke is going to fulfill his promise of the year and give everyone a field! The soldiers of the First Banner will be the first to get the land!

All the old Ross people will be assigned to the cultivated land!

The news spread is getting more and more outrageous, and the residents under the dark night actually started a spontaneous connection.

Especially the people of Ostara welcomed their Duchess back, and the saying about the anointed land. The Ostarans have already started cheering!

At dawn the next day, the moon had not yet set, the sky was still dark blue, and people in fur coats began to appear in the snow-covered Harvest Square.

The number of people is increasing, and men, women, and even children have walked out of the house one after another.

The people in the city were the first to gather here. When the sun rose, the gates of the city wall opened, and people who had already gathered outside the city also flocked into the city and gathered in Fengshou Square with a very purpose.

The huge square was originally prepared for large-scale gatherings of people. Now it is trampled on very flat. The golden light of the dawn sprinkles on the frozen city. As many as three thousand men and women stand in this square, all of them dressed in leather. , The whole body is gray-black tones, and the furry looks solid, just like three thousand bears.

This scene is quite grand!

The guards (elite mercenaries) who stand guard in shifts have seen this kind of battle, and all they can think of is that when the war broke out, the enemy and us were gathering forces.

The soldiers of the First Banner Team wore blue and white uniforms under their thick leather jackets, and they stepped out to ask the guards about the Lord Duke.

At first, the guards were willing to explain, but as the number of people inquired was too much, they would not tire of it.

There were even quarrels between the two sides, even though they had fought side by side many times in bad battles.

It was Arik who had keen eyes and personally stopped the fight between two groups of irritable people.

But things were completely beyond his imagination. At this time, his subordinates were complaining, and the guards on duty were also complaining.

What can Arik do? He happened to see Governor Konuzon trying to maintain order, and he criticized him to his face: "What's going on? Yes, only the brothers from the First Banner will come. I saw all the men in the city are here, and there is another one. A large group of women. Look, there are also a group of cubs here to join in the fun. There is a group of cubs on the roof who are not afraid of falling."

Conusson is also very innocent. He smiled embarrassedly and explained: "Everyone's life is full of boring. When I heard that Lord Duke wanted to allocate land, they all came."

"It was you who took the order and only notified the First Banner Team if you said yes. You must have made an omission in your work, and you dare to fake your will."

"I didn't!" Conusson denied, "I swear with honor that Lurik is a hero of the Ross people for a hundred years. How dare I disobey. But the people are too enthusiastic. If you don't trust Lord Duke very much, How do they start the rally before dawn?"

Arik gritted his teeth. Indeed, his own brother had an incomparable prestige, and it was reasonable to attract thousands of people to admire him.

It's just that there are not many pure old Rose settlers here in Roseburg, and there are a huge number of brothers in the First Banner who are temporarily staying with squirrels. Arik was afraid that the land that should have belonged to his brothers would be cheaper for the new Ross people who later joined.

The noise continued, and Rurik in the palace heard the news, but stomped his feet with anger.

He ate some dried meat after the morning toilet, and put on clothes scoldingly.

Hearing the rumbling outside, Svetlana knew that there were too many people gathered, and Svetlana was nervous and terrified. She first peeked out a pair of eyes at the main entrance, and ran back in a hurry to report to her husband: "All people! The square is full of your followers."

"It's a follower, not at all!" Rurik buttoned his hat, "I'm afraid that they sent the wrong order, and they all came to fight for my reward."

After that, he patted his face vigorously and motioned to his wife: "It is estimated that this is the case, but...this is my authority. Laugh to me and walk with me by the arm. Remember! Lanna, I am the lord , You are the queen."

Indeed, since Svetalana knew her destined husband, she was full of curiosity and affection for the name "Rurik". When she saw him, all the feelings instantly condensed into love.

Perhaps Rurik has become accustomed to the feeling of being over the world, and she is not yet mentally prepared for the world of maternal rites!

She took Rurik’s hand The two of them, dressed in furry white robes, walked to the rammed earth foundation of the square, took off their hats and faced the crowds together, and lay on the roofs of the houses in the distance. Group of urchins.

At this moment, Rurik extremely hoped that there would be an electric loudspeaker that could accurately convey his commands.

The residents of Shilla Fort could not be counted as many. Rurik took a closer look, and guessed that there were only more than two thousand people gathered, and probably the whole city's adults and teenagers were here.

If they gather densely enough and keep quiet and are willing to listen carefully, they can indeed tear up their throats and pass on the words more accurately. That is obviously impossible. The wind will seriously interfere with the speech, and they are not standing shoulder to shoulder.

Now that he had appeared, Rurik and Lanna deliberately held their heads up and let them pay their respects.

In fact, he also saw Carlotta bring hundreds of Ostratas of his own to mix with them, so let them take a good look at the heroic figure of the great good man who gave him the land.

Rurik stayed here deliberately not to speak, and his unusual behavior gradually caused the chattering crowd to calm down.

With only abundance left in his ears, Rurik finally drew out his short sword and shouted: "Warriors of the First Banner Team! Rally!"

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