Chapter 699： Spring Plowing in the Duchy of Ross

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The forest after the snowmelt is full of mud, and only the flat areas around the lake can quickly become dry.

The speed of snow melting exceeded Rurik's imagination, and the continuous good weather allowed the night temperature to return to above freezing.

Within a few days of the warmth of spring, the bitter cold was overcome. Lake Ilmen had thawed, the Volkhov ice sheet had thinned and completely shattered, and the once-frozen Aphrora was now thawed.

This old ship has lost its oak bottom, and her waterline has some traces of ice friction. She has worked hard and scarred but still sails freely.

When everyone sees the river is full of streams, according to the traditional experience of the local people, as long as there is no rainfall, a large amount of fields by the lake can be cultivated in at most seven days.

There were a large number of modified quyuan ploughs on a flat ground. Looking at them, Old Ligus was eager to see through, and couldn't wait to use them.

The old guy was as curious as a child, and the plowshare was nothing unusual, he just paid attention to the funnel-shaped structure mounted behind him.

"Put the seeds in and slowly drain them like an hourglass. Clever!"

His praise really surprised Rurik, and he smiled and said: "It's really like an hourglass. Since you know the hourglass, no one has tried to transform it?"

These words directly stunned Rigus.

Just like the steam wheel toy was invented a long time ago, it really became a steam engine two thousand years later.

There is a columbine behind the plough, and the spout that goes deep into the ground has a controllable baffle to adjust it, and there is a baffle to cover the soil at the end.

These transformed plows belong to the property of the entire White Tree Farm. Just like last year's surveying and statistics on the field conditions, Rurik fully understands their economic structure-the most critical farm tools are shared by everyone, and the autumn harvest is also crowded by everyone.

An old man Rigus, his identity is naturally the most noble farmer, but in fact he is also a lifetime farmer, but now he has no strength to cut wheat in his declining years.

The onlookers realized its beauty and immediately discussed the spring plowing plan.

Rurik directly smeared the paper with pine glue and pasted the so-called "Nong Jing" in the public place, so that anyone who knows one of the languages ​​can know the farming rules provided by the prince, and then spread it by word of mouth.

Random sowing is random sowing, relying on probability to basically use the entire farmland.

Maybe they should upgrade to the on-demand mode first, so that the land utilization rate is higher, but it is also physically demanding. The use of new farm tools will be directly upgraded to the drill mode, achieving the extreme value of the cost-effective sowing under the current technical conditions.

After transforming all the plows, Rurik did not ask them for "technical expenses". Science and technology are the primary productive force and must be used immediately.

The old Conglong people of White Tree Manor have sharp eyes. The Duke improves farm tools for everyone and pays craftsmen. He is a good man. It is reasonable to pay more taxes.

Rurik can indeed benefit in a short period of time, and now he still has as many as fifty curved plows in his hand, most of which have already been remodeled.

Even Carlotta’s Ostrava team had twenty of them, which was in her hands and there was no time to change them. It's all right, she has reached the significant "Nong Jing" manuscript in her hands, and several pieces of paper are stringed together with twine and framed as books. The book was copied by her herself, and the content in it was deeply imprinted in her mind like the stamp of thought.

The land inside the wall has returned to dryness, and the surrounding fields have entered a relatively wet state.

In the Julian calendar, there is little precipitation in Lake Ilmen in April, and there may be heavy rains until May.

However, the overall rainfall in this area is relatively low, and the effective rainfall is mainly concentrated in the Julian calendar from the beginning of October to January of the following year, and it is mostly snow and ice.

Surrounded by Lake Ilmen, Volkhov, Lovati and Msti rivers, although the latitudes around Lake Ilmen are high, oat-style agriculture does not lack water nourishment.

The people who are ready to take off under the continuous good weather are full of confidence. In order to further inspire the people, I will hold another meeting specially.

The Novgorod Rus Dumane was crowded, and more than 200 people gathered in it. They were local farmers, the first batch of Russian permanent immigrants and representatives of the Ostala people.

They kept quiet and listened to the prince's decision.

"According to the plan, we will start spring plowing in two days. This is a major event for all the Varangans and all the Slavs! We now have the best farming tools and the most intelligent farming methods. Now the lakeside fields are back to dryness, We must hurry to complete the task in this warm and rainless period.

We will start operations in different regions and act according to the previous plan. Friends, I will work with my wife in a field on the edge of the city. I will be a farmer myself, and this autumn I will eat the wheat I grow. "

The prince’s description of the Slavs was really comfortable. They felt that Rurik had become the same person with himself. Maybe he would know the hardships of the farmer when he cultivated and harvested himself, and he could also give everyone a better strategy.

He turned to look at the young people of the First Banner Team, especially his cousin Arik.

"The river near the old pine needle manor is called Msti River. I decided to call the new settlement Mstisk, as the locals said."

Arik happily said: "Then according to what we say, it is called Ms Tistad. It doesn't matter if you have a name."

"Very good. Brother, you can farm according to the method I provided. I will send my wives and concubines to help you and delimit the land in accordance with the contract. I am also ready to grow food."

"Very good. But there must be a large piece of land there. You won't really let it go deserted? I am actually very worried about that..."

"The ships that carry wheat and grow grain in my hometown? It's okay. Let the excess land go unused for the time being. If they delay the time, I will plant onions and plant hemp stalks. Nothing will be lost..."

After going back and forth, they reiterated their plan for farming, and the words finally fell on the Ostala people.

Although Carlotta is his own concubine, she is also a high-level leader.

I am worried and not worried about them, Rylik. There is nothing to say. This is the final sympathy: "Carota, I will transport you to the mouth of the Lovaj River by boat, and I will send you 500 reindeer, you You want to develop freely. If you need it, come to the north shore of the lake for help."

She nodded, moving tears down.

According to the etiquette of the Slavs, a large crowd gathered towards the lake.

The small fleet headed by the resumed Aphrora was the first to advance. She was the largest ship and towed for all long rowing boats. Her cabin is full of oats, which are all kind of food.

Rurik arrived at the agreed lake shore one step ahead of others, and completed the landing with his wives and concubines along the boat under the rope net.

The world that was once wrapped in silver light has returned to dark green. Looking closely, those branches are struggling to spit out buds.

Looking at the land again, the grass has sprouted.

A large dark area appeared before his eyes.

"This is the previous altar, the fire tower has become a place of black coal!" Svetlana was quite surprised by the peculiar traces after the sacrifice, and asked casually: "Are we going to build a fire tower this time?"

"It doesn't have to be, we are a routine this time."

Some specific time nodes and the eve of major events should be sacrificed to calm people's minds, and the White Tree Manor will worship the Spring Shennong every year. The local priest did not describe a clear image of the deity, but the foreign Russ provided a real deity.

Rurik wants to worship Freja here. Legend has it that he is the **** in charge of labor and production, and the sacrifice is at the right time.

This is almost a sacrificial activity exclusively enjoyed by all Varangans, and all the Gnostic-speaking populations in this region come in various forms.

The ritual was carried out in a lively atmosphere, and Rurik's wives and concubines were all dressed in plain clothes, wearing crowns of fresh green branches and buds. A handful of oat grains is buried in the altar and becomes the key to the ceremony.

"Gods bless us! God Freja shelters us! The Ross people are standing here, please grant us a good harvest..."

The fierce warriors galloping on the ocean will turn into peasants carrying sickles. They will not abandon the bravery of the past, but add new skills on the basis of the inherent bravery.

The first batch of Varangos settled with a total of more than a thousand people completed the sacrifice, and the various Slavic farms scattered on the lakeside were also doing their spring sacrifices.

The crowd began to disperse, and they rushed to different areas with their luggage. The men of the First Banner ran to the Old Pine Needle Manor under the leadership of Arik. Lurik sent a surveying and mapping team composed of wives and concubines with those contract documents and measurement tools to delineate the world of each household while planting the seeds. .

All the ships of Novgorod were assembled, and the Ostara of Carlota took various soft boats to the Lovati River in the south of the Great Lake, and the construction of Novgorod officially began. .

A huge and thriving spring farming scene has been revealed.

The whole Novgorod got busy, and the new farm tools were put into use immediately.

The city has basically become a city for the people of White Tree Manor. This situation will soon be greatly changed as a large number of Russians emigrate.

A private field purely belonging to the Rigus family was favored by Lurik. It was just a field of 20 meters in length and width.

This is the land he chose for pro-cultivation. The area is small and the significance is the most important.

Rurik wanted to show that he was working personally, to show all the insiders that what he said was true, and even to become a big show that he kept year after year.

This is the emperor's "two acres and three-point field", the emperor personally cultivated to express to his subjects, who are mainly farmers, the monarch's emphasis on agriculture.

A hemp rope was tied to his shoulders, and Rurik stepped on the ground with his boots.

A group of his guards guarded the seemingly standing tree stumps at the ridge. They were ordered to stand alone and not to help the owner do anything. They also prevented the onlookers from stepping into the field.

The rope was connected to the plow, and Rurik became a bull indeed.

Svetlana's braids were wrapped around her head, and she wrapped her head in a turban. She is dressed up as a capable Varangian, but she is holding the handle of the plow in her hands.

The columbine after the plow was filled with wheat grains, and another twine was held in her hand to control the seeding rate.

"Rurik, a lot of people are watching, are we like this? You are a prince, maybe you don't need to pull the plow yourself." She really couldn't bear it, feeling that her noble man was embarrassing in front of the farmers and peasants onlookers.

Rurik gritted his teeth: "It's okay, I just want them to see! I want to use my strength! Lanna, control the equipment!"

This was Rurik's first farming, and it was also the first time in Svetlana's life. She is a well-protected girl. In the past years, her family was forbidden to do tired spring ploughing and autumn harvests, all of which had her father's intention.

Since the elder Otto revealed that the daughter was the only son and wife when the youngest daughter was still infant, Rigus deliberately cultivated her daughter to be the best Slavic woman. She can be said to have become a delicate skin and tender meat, and she is really very different from the children of local farmers.

Both Rigus and his wife were leaning on a wooden stick to look at the periphery of the ridge, and it was a great feeling in their hearts.

"In the end, our daughter is still farming, and Rurik's child seems to really like farming. It seems that we have raised our daughter for so many years to be superfluous."

His wife’s doubts were directly refuted by Rigus: “What do you know! Rurik is performing. He does value farming, but he can’t keep farming. He is a prince and has too many things to do.”

"I mean our daughter."

"I know. How can she get her current status if she's not dressed up? I dare say they planted this land with seeds, and it's ours to take care of the land."

Rigus's description is very thorough. His ears have heard the whispers of many onlookers, and almost all he hears are the voices praising the prince.

The plowshare swept across the developed mature fields, and the soft gully cultivated instantly dropped the hardy wheat grains from Britain.

Rurik leaned forward, his sturdy legs pushed **** the ground, and the entire plough moved forward steadily under the control of Lanna.

He can choose to use deer to plow the land. The domesticated reindeer can pull the sled docilely, and he is also good at pulling the plow. He deliberately, but that would not be considered a good show.

Old Otto, who was not far away, changed into a warrior's costume. Now he is too old to fight. He is holding his long sword upright like a god, watching his son's efforts.

The ravines were cultivated, the seeds were sown, and the ravines were instantly filled up, leaving only some traces on the surface.

No one helped the couple, and Lurik forbade any help. He and Lanna didn't rest at all, and the price was the panting at the end.

Lanna looked anxiously: "Liurik! You are too tired, or take a break."

"It won't get in the way!" He shouted vigorously, "Fighting is more tiring than this, I can hold on."

That's the case, because of the too short strenuous physical labor, Rurik finished the work, relying on strong willpower to not fall.

He blushed and staggered to the ridge, John Invall and the maid brought by his hometown, they had already prepared honey water.

He hugged the stall and poured warm honey. Everyone also saw his plain white linen shirt soaked in sweat. People with sharp eyes even saw his shoulders and arms strangled with bleeding by hemp rope.

The young prince has the power of a horse

The women onlookers covered their mouths, and the men buzzed.

His precious son-in-law and great prince blushed because of exhaustion, and Rigus hurried back with a crutches.

He looked at Rurik, who was covering his fatigue with a smile, and didn't know what to say for a while, but his old face was indeed trembling.

"Prince! You... succeeded." Rigus held his words for a long time.

After a while, Otto cheered up, took a group of veteran soldiers, and walked thousands of times with the weight of the old age.

One of his thugs was on Rurik's wet head, and the other was on Svetlana's wet headscarf.

Otto said: "This...is it your personal sacrifice to God?"

"Yes." Rurik smiled undiminished, "the gods are just, they see my efforts, they will definitely give us a good harvest."

This is a good expectation. Otto believes in the gods, but he can't be sure about the attitude of the gods towards the large-scale farming of the Ruths.

The brave warrior is working as a farmer. Is this really appropriate? If everyone is accustomed to a comfortable life leading to the abolishment of military equipment, the fighter will lose the soul of the fighter, and that will be abandoned by the gods.

This is fate! At least Rose has control of the harvested land and will always have an appetite for food in the future.

Otto saw the performance of his son and daughter-in-law. They were not only speaking to the gods, but also acting to the conquered Slavs.

He has a lot of words, and now they are all turned into a gesture of rushing to the two heads with his hands. The force of that pressure is the faith of this veteran soldier, and it also represents a thousand words.

A new era has begun, and Rurik himself made a demonstration, and the prince’s pro-plowing field has already sown wheat seeds waiting for the opportunity to germinate.

The entire farmland around Lake Ilmen is being cultivated, and the land acquired by the First Banner is the most lively.

In order to obtain a fertile land, the sword of the young Ross warrior exhausted the blood of the enemy, and now he finally got his own land.

Unlike the Slav communities, the Rus society has completed basic changes. They fished in their hometowns as small families, and now they also look after their fields as small farmers. This is the case in economic life, but we are used to living together, and living together is still helping each other.

They are the strongest Ross men at the moment. Some of their fathers are soldiers of the Second Banner. 700 men not only have to delineate their own fields, manage farm tools and plant seeds, but also cut wood and build new houses to house the daughters and children who are about to arrive. They.

A city named Mstisk has risen from the ruins of the wine pine needle manor. As the leader of the flag, Arik plans to move his home here.

In just one year, 10,000 people in the old Pine Needle Manor were buried underneath. The Duchy of Ross took possession of it in the name of rebellion, and began to build its own city and cultivate its own fields.

The frozen world is completely revived, and seeds germinate when they touch the soil.

But within a few days of work, Rurik saw the green seedlings sprouted from his own farming field. It was not a weed but a real wheat seedling.

Not only his pro-cultivation fields, but a closer look at all the fields that have been sown can reveal the sprout of seedlings.

Rose’s first immigrants began to see their own results, but spring plowing is a process that can last up to half a month.

Based on the experience of the locals, the latest period of spring plowing is on May 15th in the Julian calendar After this date, you cannot sow, even if the climate is warmer. Because the seeds are planted too late, the harvest season will hit frost.

Rurik actually gave the hometown people enough time. On the fifth day of May, two large ships without hull numbers, under the towing of several paddle boats, went against the wind and successfully rushed to Novgorod. .

A young man who Rigus knows well happily jumped off the long boat without fatigue. He is no one else, but the blacksmith Kawei!

There was also a fat man cautiously climbing down the rope ladder of the big ship. He was not a stranger, but the second son of the big businessman Gould, Blue Fox! This guy was supposed to go to Hezeby, Denmark, but it was really unexpected to appear here.

Their arrival really surprised Rurik, and the large amount of wheat they brought was genuine.

A young man who was eager to take credit brought his team to Novgorod again after many years. He was the explorer Spuyut. From Britain to the hinterland of Eastern Europe, he was the hero who transported wheat himself. Report to the prince and look forward to the prince’s heavy rewards.

Now Lord Rurik is standing on the banks of the Volkhov River, behind him is the city named Novgorod, and farmland is everywhere.

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