Chapter 720： The Prologue of Ross Immigration begins

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It seems that anything that happens in Denmark in the south has nothing to do with the Duchy of Ross.

No matter what the Blue Fox goes through, it will not interfere with the Principality’s large immigration project.

Lurik’s time was very tight, but fortunately the weather and wind direction were favorable, and his airborne fleet was able to quickly and safely return to his loyal Roseburg home.

Many elites have permanently immigrated to the East with their wives and children, and a large number of people who stay in their homeland are also eager to try. They have even packed up and are waiting to board and leave.

When the first batch of immigrants left as the ice thaw, the restlessness of the rest of the people caused the entire Roseburg to become a boiling pot.

The prince’s order is absolute, and the residents of Roth’s headquarters will have the right to take all their wives and children to leave on a voluntary basis. The people in Roth's team cheered for it, and the people who joined the group later were more jealous when coveting opportunities. Maybe the situation will get better and better, and when the old Russ have completed their immigration, then the new Russ will leave.

Of course, there are still some people who are engaged in extremely special industries, and they are determined not to leave.

Those who fished were the first to see Rurik’s large fleet going northward by the warm south wind, and fishing boats acted as guides to guide the fleet into the port.

The Aphrora has been a veteran warrior covered with scars. The small damages visible to the naked eye appear to have gone through vicissitudes of life, and now she has returned to her birthplace.

Mu Qiaoban stood on the trestle bridge, Lurik was spirited, and waved in front of the gathered people: "Praise your prince! I'm back!"

The crowd onlookers all smiled, and they waved to welcome their heroes.

The important figures who were still staying in the hometown of Roseburg stood in the most conspicuous place, especially Haro Zuosen, who was wearing a huge woolen hat and a white beard, was the most emotional. Appointed as governor of Roseburg, he hurriedly approached his prince and stood on the trestle bridge. He wanted to say something, but for a moment he was too excited to be stunned.

"Do you have a thousand words?" Rurik asked with a smile. Just watching the aging of this old friend Haroldoson was a little worried.

"Yes...Yes! Many things!"

"It's okay! I just come back to arrange three things! Immigration! Immigration! Or Immigration! I will call a meeting of all the heroes, we should have a good chat in Rosdumar."

Harrodsson, who was obviously senile, got the order, and this made way.

If there is indeed one person in his hometown who is most concerned about Rurik, it is the high priest Lumia.

No, Lumia, wearing a antler helmet, was also standing on the scene under the entourage of her little priest Lumi.

Tears shed tears in her eyes, and looking at her excited and sad face, Rürik boasted that the past winter had indeed treated her badly.

"It's time to comfort you. Well, this kid Rumi is beginning to look feminine..."

After all, the time has passed, and Rurik also saw that the young soldiers he trained also heard the news and watched. They were still wearing uniform styles and color robes, but every boy was almost completely reborn on the surface. They have grown a lot, and their bodies are generally thin and weak, but their heights have generally caught up with adults. If this is time, they are hundreds of the most elite soldiers.

Everyone is until the romance between the prince and the high priest.

Back then, the young leader's son protected his first female slave with a sword and became a major talk for the people. After so many years, the son of the leader is already the duke, and the slave girl is also the high priest of the duchy. All this is destiny.

They hugged each other at the dock, and the people screamed for them.

The somewhat boring Roseburg hometown has revived, and Prince Rurik is back, and he will bring new hope to everyone in the future. Although the old Russians do not know the exact date of immigration, the huge fleet is anchored at the dock. There is no war mission to expedition to others this year. The only mission is to emigrate. They cheered all night today, and they were prepared to emigrate in three days. Many old Ross families have already decided that they will sell their useless softness at the open-air bazaar until tomorrow morning, and exchange them for silver coins for use in the Oriental New World.

Rurik returned to his mansion happily, and the two sisters, Lumia and Lumi, had changed into civilian clothes and followed. Of course, some tribal women were ordered by Governor Haro Zuosen to serve as maids, but they were all refused one by one by Rurik. Except for the elite mercenaries in the old barracks outside, the huge three-story palace consists of only three people, including him and two wives and concubines.

The oil lamps were lit by Lumia one after another. It was already half a year later. Goodbye to his man, he was even more mighty and majestic. He became a dwarf when he was older.

She gently put down the ignited oil lamp, and when it was obvious that she had something to do, she slowly walked into her man, her prince.

In the presence of Rurik, the presence of Lumi, the daughter of the Salmon Lord tribe, who does not shy away from the existence of her little priest, maid and sister, brought down her Nordic simple and elegant robe with a hint of anxiety...

"Rurik, brother, love me..."

"You! Alright! Alright... I owe you!"

Poor Rumi is like an electric light bulb. She watched as Prince Rurik hugged the high priest Lumia into the bedroom in a princess hug. Because she is also a prince’s woman, she is curious, thirsty, and even jealous. How can Rumi, who has barely reached the traditional critical age, doesn’t want to be a woman? Because, this is not only because Rumi is a woman, but also because her almost destroyed tribe needs someone to save.

"Since Carlotta saved her Ostara with a vigorous belly, I should follow suit."

Obviously this night belonged to the prince and the high priest, and Rurik would not do anything to make Lumia sad at the critical moment.

Lumia was finally satisfied, lying on the blanket and panting violently: "Rurik, the next one will be... the son? Last time we didn't succeed, this time we must do it."

"Perhaps. Whether it succeeds or not, whether it is a son or not, everything depends on Odin's will." Rurik did it quietly. If he could light a cigarette at this time, it would be the most emotional.

"It must be a son. I feel Odin has given me enlightenment, I... will give you a good war chief (general)."

"That's great. In that case, my son must have a aptly good name. For example, kharlki."

"What a straightforward and good name."

Fathers may have a variety of ideas for naming their children, or they can be extremely uncreative. This time Rurik chose the latter. The so-called Heerki's original intention was simple and rude "pure man". Speaking of it, he remembers that his cousin's name is also a similar spelling vocabulary, and the meaning is probably "pure man". It even includes his own name "Ruriek", which means "reborn pure man". If it hadn't been for the death of two sons, he wouldn't have given himself such a name.

Lumia is satisfied, she still misses her daughter mentally: "Velika..."

"She is very good. She is taken care of by her grandparents. She has learned to run in the past winter and her speech has become much clearer."

"It's great, I really want to see her."

"You will see it soon."

"Yes! But after we leave, the temple in the city will be relocated. Is this really appropriate?"

"Are you worried?" Rurik shrugged, "There is nothing wrong with it. I have decided that I will build a bigger one in Shilla Fort, preferably made of stone. I also want to build a better statue of the gods. , We must recruit a group of young priests, everything must be formalized, and everyone must feel solemn when they see the temples and squares."

"Just hearing what you said made my heart move." Lumia got up and cuddled next to Rurik: "But it will cost a lot of money to do so."

"Oh? Are you worried about finances?"

Lumia nodded, and said: "The people pray for it. In the six months you are away, I have saved a huge sum of money in my cash box. This money is yours, and it is very good to be used to build a new temple. ."

"There is actually a huge amount of money?!" Rurik was moved, and couldn't think that the "incense donation" gift box he had on a whim had really become a treasure? "how many?"

"There are nearly two hundred pounds of silver coins."

"Ah?! So many? This...how is it possible. My people are so rich?"

Lumia chuckled, and she explained everything in front of her man without any cover. How can the so-called so much money in vain? It's exactly those statues of gods.

In the Nordic world, no tribe would spend huge sums of money to make large-scale gilded statues of gods. Not only did the Russ cast them, they also built six in one go. Except for Spellosville, the Valkyrie **** of the Chorus, the other five gods are universally recognized gods. The gods are in charge of different affairs. The affairs of these five gods basically cover all aspects of everyone's life.

Foreign businessmen and local craftsmen are willing to put out some money to pay for it. Lumia also took advantage of the trend and invented a rhetoric, the so-called "coins clink, and your prayers will be answered by the gods."

Ordinary people can take out at most one silver coin for Hanukkah on the winter solstice, and then pray to the gods to bless all things next year.

Businessmen and craftsmen are the most demanding, because his life also faces many great sacrifices. There are merchants here who don't hesitate to put out half a pound or even a pound of huge sums of money to pay, which is worth an even more outrageous amount. They all pray for the blessing of God Frey, who is in charge of commerce. However, most of these people are doing clothing processing work related to leather and linen. They produce just-needed goods and sell them overseas. They have been Roseburg’s leading income-generating products since ancient times, and Rose Hunter has provided more and more various types of leather in recent years. It is rare for practitioners in related industries to want to make money.

Businessmen and craftsmen generally don't think this is because they are business wonders or the bonuses brought by the Roseburg platform. Their faith is very simple, that is, they are willing to believe that their prayers to God have an effect.

Therefore, the small temple in Roseburg's hometown has always been "incense burning."

Lumia described it like this, and Rurik wanted to laugh more as she listened, but her heart was agitated. Unexpectedly, Lumia still has some business acumen? Not only! This woman served as the high priest, at least in terms of "making money". Fortunately, this is her own woman, it is a bit dangerous to change to another high priest.

The most expensive task after immigration is to build new settlements and then solve the problem of sustainable development. Farming cannot be done in 835 this year. New immigrants should receive a batch of ripe fields in the spring of next year and actively open up land.

In the past 100 years, the residents of Roth's family have relied on their marriage and blood to form a whole, but nowadays, the dispersion of the Roth's family is inevitable. Rose’s concept has become very big. The community relationship that used to rely on blood as a bond will slowly dilute in the new world dominated by Eastern Slavs. Then a new thing must be established as the common idea of ​​all people, such as architecture. A large temple with a new flame **** named "Peron" was added. Since then, Ross has seven gods.

The construction of the Great Temple will consume a lot of wealth, and the truth that the spectacle misunderstood the country is a truth. Lurik really wants to do another large-scale urban construction in Shilla Fort, and the cost is definitely not small. Lu Mia relied on the accumulation of wealth, which was far less than the capital to face the huge demand for urban construction.

Perhaps attacking a powerful enemy and defeating them with the mighty Ross army to grab a huge amount of wealth, Shilla Fort will become the jewel of the North in a short time.

"Doing business with the Danes safely, I can drain their wealth by dumping advantage. If war is still inevitable, Blue Fox, if you can give me an excuse for war, it would be best."

So how did Rurik go until three months later? It's just the tail of May now.

Rurik does need a lot of capital to build his own Ross. At a time when his own hematopoietic ability is not enough, plundering other wealth is the optimal solution. War is of course a bad policy, but it is the best policy if it is to gain profits by trade. Therefore, he has the willingness to repair with Denmark, but it does not matter if he does not repair it. As long as Hezeby is always a free trading port, the Ross people will continue to eat Denmark's flesh and blood to fatten themselves.

During this night, Lumia stayed up all night, and the emotions she had squeezed for more than half a year were all vented this night, which caused Rurik to stare at her until dawn, when the maid went to report to the lord on the order of Harrodsson. However, the prince and the high priest were still entangled and sound asleep.

Xiao Lumi woke up, helplessly stood up and went out. Wearing a plain robe, her black hair tied into a huge ponytail, she stood upright and described to the waiting Harrodsson: "The governor, the prince and the high priest are still lingering. They are very tired and don't want anyone to be disturbed. You and everyone. Anything may have to wait until tomorrow."

In fact, she was a bit maverick and arrogant, and she dared to yell with the old fellow Haroldoson because she was a Rurik woman. She also knew herself well and knew that she had to do her job well and that it was impossible to overrule things, so she went back to the small temple that needed someone to take care of her after she had spoken.

The small temple is about to be demolished. When she came back, she looked at the idols with a trace of regret, and whether she was a person with silver coins to serve them, she must also receive them with an official smile. When she heard the silver coins fall into the box Jingle, we must offer auspicious words.

Today's Haro Zossen is rushed. He and his old friends thought that the Royal Society would implement extremely high work efficiency and would hold an elite meeting the second time they returned home. Obviously, Rurik is indeed a real man, he can overcome the fatigue of the boats and cars, and wilt in the gentle village of the beloved woman.

Everyone can understand this situation, and everyone laughed at Xiao Lumi's description.

A group of talents gathered here this morning, also a group of old guys. There are Governor Harrodsson, the shipbuilding wizard Hotla and his close friends, the old blacksmith Clavasson and his four other old buddies, Heliger, the manager of the new Ross people of the Mälaren immigrants, and the deer breeder. The representative, the representative of Elonburg in Tieluzi Town, the satellite city of Roseburg, the owner of the clothing workshop Fodegan, and even the most heavyweight businessman Gould.

Rurik has grown into a generation of heroes. Now whoever says he has childishness on his face is dazzled Rurik has grown up, and the age spots on the faces of the old guys have become more and more serious. The soldiers of the past are now. He started to lose his power when he picked up the weapon. The old blacksmith was proud to swing his sledgehammer and couldn't do it too many times. Gould was not in good condition recently. He occasionally suffered headaches and felt weak.

Everyone is dying, and everyone is doing things for the "son of Odin" Rurik, presumably the souls after death will return their souls to the wonderful Asgard.

The anxious gathering of everyone also reflects the will of the entire Roseburg people. Everyone hopes that Rurik will hold a meeting immediately. Since he has done a big deal, it is not easy for everyone to force it. Harrodsson finally arranged: "The Prince and the High Priest are together like Odin and Freya. Let them rest well, we should go back and prepare for each of them, and prepare for the things that we will be waiting for and discussing with the King. We have to discuss and resolve them one by one."

Indeed, the old man Haroldoson has some abilities in handling government affairs. He is the loser of the leader competition in the old era. Now the rich and prosperous of the Ross country is thriving. He asserts that he can't do it categorically, but sticking to the hometown of Roseburg has long been a familiar road. It is precisely under his governance that all economic activities in his hometown are orderly, as extremely stable as in the past half a century.

Harrodsson was indeed a local leader who thought he was a member, but he was also old, even older than Otto.