Chapter 833： Welcome to 839 years

Two days later, Fengshou Square was overcrowded.

It is obviously not a festival, but people gather like a fair, fearlessly sweeping the world, scramble to watch a murder scene.

The people chanted slogans, scolded the conspirators who wrapped twine around their necks on the temporary wooden platform, and cursed their souls to be ravaged by the gods after their death. Everyone has to swear a few words, it seems that not swearing is to be unfaithful to the Principality of Ross.

The noisy crowd made the entire square excessively noisy, until Rurik showed his kindness of the golden ponytail he had specially kept, and he opened his arms to signal the people, and the noise of the people slowly subsided.

At the same time, another man walked up the platform.

Sweden's King Bjorn, holding a loudspeaker made of curled cardboard, shouted to the calming people.

He claimed that he was King Bjorn of Sweden and claimed that he had given way to Rurik. It was stated that Rurik would be crowned king in the next spring all-Swedish conference.

He tore his throat to announce it, and he preached it more than ten times, repeating the words so that he was dry.

The people gradually understood. Bjorn explained that the matter was immediately cleared of the rumors, so that the people's bad attitude towards foreign businessmen was also eliminated.

But the people are eager to see the killing, especially the evil people who hurt everyone's interests die in front of them.

The soldier began to beat the leather drum, and the drum sound became extremely tight.

Thousands of people saw it. As Rurik suddenly pulled out the shining sword, the wooden planks under the prisoners’ feet were removed, and the nine began kicking their legs frantically, and finally died...

All the deceitful people were killed, but the matter was not over yet.

Facing the people who have been reluctant to leave for a long time, Rurik announced a great thing in public: "Russ! We have suffered a snowstorm! This is not a punishment from God! It is a test by God! You have all suffered disasters, and I sympathize with you. What happened to you. I will release a batch of grain, and you will all buy it at a lower price."

The first sentence is too high-sounding, the latter sentence is the most important.

Soon, a new notice was posted.

The new notice is very clear. Each household will have a man, and if there is no man, there will be a mistress, bring a linen pocket and a silver coin, and line up at the door of the granary on the appointed day. This favor is only for the families of the citizens of the Principality of Ross, that is, only "Citizens of Ross" can enjoy the great gift package of the prince.

But those hunters, merchants, and craftsmen who live as guests can also get another favor. When the welfare of the Ross people is finished, it is the time to give those people winter welfare.

On the day of the appointment, there are dragons in the city of Shilla Fort. The man and the woman smiled and carried the empty sacks, waiting for their turn to buy fifty pounds of oats for a silver coin. This price is five times cheaper than usual! How is it not a big benefit? Old Russ, immigrants from various Viking tribes, Finnish immigrants and Slavic immigrants. They come from different sources. They are all registered persons. The names of their family members are written in the booklet. Therefore, you must pay taxes, and you must contribute your work in wars, and you are also eligible to receive various economic dividends.

This situation is very surprising to the nobles and messengers of the various tribes in Sweden who observe the prosperity of the welfare.

The most surprising thing is undoubtedly Bjorn: "Rurik, you actually gave them gifts. There are too many of them, and you don't feel distressed. Why bother? Why do you reward ordinary people with gifts, just because you want to Want to be kind?"

"It's kindness, because I'm Prince Ross." Rurik shrugged, "Everything is because of the snow disaster. My people are affected. You must face the snow disaster like your Mellaren. What will happen to your people? Their house Maybe it will collapse on a large scale. I know very well that the houses of ordinary people of your tribe cannot withstand the power of the snow disaster."

This was something that Bjorn hadn't expected. What Rurik said was very true. Maybe his tribe really suffered a catastrophe.

"This is destiny." Bjorn said helplessly.

"Well, this is fate. But as leaders, you and I should do something to help the victims."

"Like what you do now?"

"Exactly." Rurik sighed softly, "What do they need the most? Hope. What is hope? It is food and warmth. I will give them this."

Bjorn never had the concept of relief, and asked, "Are they worthy?"

"Why don't you deserve it?" Rurik was equally surprised: "Isn't that what the leader has to do?"

"If they freeze to death and starve to death, it is fate. I will not give them anything unless they choose to be my slaves."

"It's better to be nice to them. How you do it is your choice. Now I decide to support my people. Have you seen it? I am kind."

What the nobles saw was that Rurik sold food at low prices on a large scale. The price was ridiculously low. Despite the principle of limited purchase, the group of Finns living outside the city could buy food at a low price. With the benefits and food in hand, the people will be better able to survive the winter.

Seeing that it was already on the eve of Hanukkah, Rurik also negotiated with the Swedish nobles and messengers about the purchase of the ship.

The price of an armed cargo ship was raised to two hundred pounds by Lurik, and it was immediately surprised by everyone.

"Do you think it is too expensive for me? My workers are still building ships because of the snow disaster. Do you like to buy them or not."

Although the Ross Fleet is invincible in the world, his tribe has a few big ships that can take advantage of Lake Mälaren.

Even with such an exaggerated price, Bjorn gritted his teeth and ordered five boats. Even if he did not necessarily come up with a thousand pounds of silver coins, the Mellaren could raise a million pounds of wheat in exchange, or take out a low price of flax rods. .

Other tribes do not have such strong financial resources, but Yilmalun, Unkras, and Uppsala have all ordered one. As for those miniature tribes, they can only stare, they really can't come up with this huge sum of money.

I got an order for eight armed cargo ships at once, and it was not difficult to complete them. Rurik also promised that all eight ships will be delivered next year, and the ship-buying meeting ended with a happy ending...

Sweden’s traditional allies will pay a total of 1.6 million pounds of oats in the next year’s harvest season, which will put a lot of pressure on the agriculture of Lake Mälaren.

Their pressure is beyond Rick's control, and even if they become kings, they don't want to bother to rule over the place themselves. In his feeling, the appropriate way of ruling at this stage is like establishing the "Karma Alliance" in advance. As long as the Swedish aristocracy's right to go to war is taken back, they can live a traditional life on their own.

Swedish nobles and noble envoys living in Shilla Fort, they are destined to spend the Hanukkah which kicked off 839 years here.

The position of the stars is the giant clock floating in the sky. The high priest Lumia, who has learned a set of traditional knowledge, can fully calculate the time on a clear day. She also implemented a method of recording time with bare hands to proofread the dates of the vernal equinox, summer solstice, autumnal equinox, and winter solstice, and objectively aided agricultural production in the area around Fort Shilla.

The most eye-catching thing is the construction of giant towers.

Ros people are so creative for Hanukkah?

Bjorn saw that a large amount of pine was piled up, and the key parts were even tied with twine. They built a very tall wooden tower, which is obviously higher than the palace still being built by Prince Ross. It is said that this is the festive tradition of the Rus people.

The dimensions on both sides of the Neva River are just a little bit lower than that of Lake Mälaren in Sweden. Polar night does not exist in Sweden, and naturally not here in Shilla Fort.

The atmosphere of the festival is getting stronger and stronger. As the snowfall process is completely terminated, people adapt to the facts of the snow disaster and greet life optimistically. At least the frozen Neva River is still a reliable pain. Although the forest is full of waist-deep snow, icy seas, glacial rivers and even glacial lakes, people go to the Gulf of Finland and Lake Ladoga without geographical obstacles.

The forest hunting this winter was completely suspended due to the university. People who have been free have more time to develop other industries, such as ice-cutting and fishing.

Since we are facing the festive season, people are willing to dress up and participate in the ceremonies during the festive season, and they also need to add some new clothes and buy some new things.

Any snow disaster will not affect the work of handicraft workshops in the city. In the winter market, a group of housewives deliberately set up stalls in the square on the eve of the festive season in order to sell their goods at a higher price. They sell self-made leather boots, leather gloves, leather hats, practical woodware, rattan baskets, and even simple woodworking sculptures.

These women are small businessmen, and when it comes to selling goods, they must be said to be the "regular army" under the Rurik banner.

Lurik is the monarch and the most powerful industrial owner in all of Russia. His state-owned handicraft workshops and state-owned blacksmith shops in Shilla Fort also took advantage of the festive season to introduce the use of ironware and other materials.

Because the festival gathers people, Lurik can also take the opportunity to make a fortune, and everyone can get the benefits of the transaction.

The people are willing to get together for the holidays. To a large extent, their daily life is too boring and monotonous. The prince ordered the construction of giant wooden towers and burned them down. This is a grand occasion that is not usually seen.

The height of the stacking of wooden towers this year is exactly the same as last year. A giant fir in the center is pestle in the dug pit by erecting a mast, and all the stacking of wood is surrounding it.

The wooden tower was wrapped in a large amount of oily pine resin, and each household was very particular about taking out a bundle of firewood from their own pyre and threw it over, and then rushed to pray.

Similarly, in the corner of Fengshou Square, the whole body is covered with glass, reflecting the orange light in the weak sunlight, it is really incense!

Lu Mia and Rurik's wives and concubines served as the lower priests, standing outdoors in white bear skins, and the seven gilded statues of gods were also moved out of the room.

A large wooden box was placed in front of them. The people lined up to throw at least one silver coin into the box, and then knelt in front of the statue of the **** they worshipped with their fists together in prayer.

Does prayer really work? This is very ideal.

Some people are looking for money, some are eager for the power of a man, some hope for good luck, and some are eager for the safe birth of the child in their womb.

The seven gods are the main gods believed in in the Rus Principality. They are almost covered in all aspects of daily life. A silver coin is not a big deal to ordinary families today. Sacrificial activities are endorsed by the royal family. Public prayer is better than nothing. Do it well.

This situation is also unheard of by Bjorn!

As the King of Sweden who has not formally abdicated, Bjorn’s personal belief is Odin. He will also go to the Uppsala Temple in Sweden to worship the sun after offering Odin. In the culture of the Mellaren people, Odin is Odin, Uber is the earth god, and Sara is the sun god. The three gods are different. It seems that here in the Ross people, these three can draw an equal sign.

What does the Valkyrie of Spellosville mean?

is the Rose Witch Veria? A high priest turned into a new Valkyrie?

Bjorn couldn't be sure, he also had to believe the current situation. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that many things made sense.

It seems that Odin really loves this tribe. He loved their priests a long time ago, and later poured this love on the kid Rurik.

He was watching from a distance, watching a large group of people dressed up like brown bears line up to worship.

Even his entourage was moved.

"Wang, the Rus people must have their reason to do this. If I go to sacrifice, I can also benefit."

Bjorn sounded a little disgusted, and sternly said: "You go if you want. Bring your own silver coins, and I won't give it to you."

The attendant hesitated, and then changed his tone: "Maybe you can learn to do this in Mälaren. Our temple is not as good as the Rusians, and there is no such means of collecting money as Rurik. You see, the Rus Principality’s. There are a lot of people. If everyone takes out a silver coin, Rurik will get a hundred pounds of silver coin in one winter. There are tens of thousands of us in Mellaren, why can’t you learn?"

The attendant's words immediately moved Bjorn. He suddenly looked sideways at the subordinate who gave the suggestion, and couldn't help smiling happily.

"You have to learn! This must be learned! I have to bleed to buy their boats. What I need most is money. When I get back, I will do that. I will also build a large temple and find some gold to make a statue. Haha I don’t believe those peasants and fishermen don’t come to worship."

Indeed, the "incense money" earned by the temple sacrifices during the festive season is already very impressive. The priests are all Rurik’s wives and concubines, and all the contributions collected will eventually go to the treasury, and then return to the people in the form of wages. As a result, the overall economic activity in the principality is growing steadily. At least for the present period, the principality has relied on multiple wars and plundered gold, silver and copper coins to fully cope with the current economic scale.

When the worship service came to an end, there was only the last glow of the sunset in the short day.

No one has fallen asleep tonight, especially at night, it doesn't matter the cold outside, thousands of bonfire stalls have been lit up outside the city. Every family is willing to light a bonfire outside the city, bring the prepared meat, and other delicious meals, ale, and men and women drank savagely. Even taking advantage of the joyous mood of the festive season, both dig into the temporary tent to double the joy.

The inner city within the wall has turned into an empty city. More than 8,000 people gathered on the river outside the city. People stared at the dark wooden tower at night, waiting for it to turn into a fire dragon.

Finally, the Balmerk Salt Merchant from Narvik Port, under the instruction of Rurik, collectively sounded the boundless horns.

The long trumpet sound seemed to tell history, and then people heard dense drums and Viking roars.

Most of the men of the First Banner Team were unable to hunt because of the snow disaster. They stayed in Shilla Fort and became fishermen. Now Rurik has chosen a good job for them.

The soldiers lined up neatly, beating their shields and walking forward. Behind them, a group of ten-year-old mixed-race Ross boys, dressed as warriors, were also using real daggers to beat the shield tied to their left arm.

Behind the armed men are people holding temperaments, men beating drums, and Norren’s entire flute band.

It’s an old tradition to show up in this way. The people in the team who are ordered to hold the torch will look like a fire dragon in the team.

Lurik himself and his wife Svetlana are in the team.

Lanna thought that the next month's low was to formally become a mother. Now it would be very risky to walk a long way with her stomach upright. She has been trained to be a strong woman by the times, and she is dressed thick enough so that outsiders can't see her abdomen.

Her most beloved man was holding another woman's hand, and the high priest Lumia was a little embarrassed. But Lanna is a good woman, and her attitude towards Velika and Oleg is very good.

In the harem of the Duchy of Ross, every woman has her own place.

The priestess around Lumia is essentially Rurik’s concubine, and the priestess she personally selected has already gone to the fire tower to be on standby.

She wears an antler helmet on her head and is dressed in a white bear leather coat dotted with a lot of colorful glass beads and amber.

Her right hand is a wooden staff inlaid with gemstones inherited by the priests of the Rus tribe.

And her figure is short enough, some elderly old Roses saw her back like this, and they all thought of the death of the old priest Veria in a trance.

Villa actually came alive?

Do not. Veria, who has no heirs of flesh and blood, is not dead. This Lumia has completely inherited the mantle of the old priest. Take a look, even the manner of walking is quite similar.

Everything is a traditional show. Amid the sound of drums, Rurik personally killed ten reindeer in the stone boat altar on the riverside.

is also a traditional project of cutting deer liver, and Lu Mia announced to the public that it is auspicious.

The priests needed singing to continue to brew the atmosphere, and finally the focus of thousands of people fell on Rurik.

Looking at the fire tower that needs to be ignited, most of the Viking tribes once mastered the craft of collecting nitrifying bacteria from corrupted things, but they didn't know the principle and thought it was a gift from the gods. Although the Ross people don’t understand, there is already an official workshop for cultivating nitrifying bacteria under the guidance of Rurik. It is a by-product of composting. The odorous impure nitrate is already indispensable for military operations. Light a bonfire to support fuel.

The cherished things are no longer cherished, and Rurik prepared a lot of fish oil mixed with fire and salt. The boiled fish oil can burn violently, and it is a miracle when combined with fire nitrate.

"God said to use fire to illuminate the darkness Then we will create a small sun."

Lurik shouted, his words caught everyone's attention. He threw a torch hard, and the fire touched the prepared combustible material, and instantly deflagrated into a fireball, quickly igniting the prepared hay and broken carbon blocks.

People's faces were immediately illuminated by the fire, and then they saw the flames.

The entire wooden tower is burning at an unstoppable speed, and the deliberately shaped chimney configuration makes perfect use of the rising heat.

King Bjorn witnessed the grand occasion with his own eyes. He opened his eyes and trembled his lips and said with emotion: "The Ross people blasted the hole? A fire dragon rushed on Asgard?!"

The scene is indeed very dreamy, it is no wonder that thousands of people have to stand by the river and brave the cold to watch the big show.

No one said it was cold anymore. A fire dragon rushed up into the sky, and the heat forced Rurik to retreat quickly, and the entire stone ship altar was also in the heat.

bravely went into battle temporarily shirtless, covered with snow, rushed to the fire tower carrying the deer carcass, and threw the deer over and hurriedly withdrew it, and plunged deep into the snow pit to cool down.

People far away can feel its heat, which is an unimaginable happiness in the year of the snow disaster.

"Look! The earth is dried up!" Someone with sharp eyes watched the changes of the land.

The crowd continued to retreat but no one left.

They all sat down one after another, allowing their bodies to be baked by the flames, enjoying the magical warmth of the harsh winter, and they kept guarding until the sun rose.

Welcome to 839!