Chapter 30: Arik's New Life

Chapter 30: Arik's New Life

When the weather becomes cold enough and the clear night sky, the northern lights tend to shine throughout the night.

It didn't take long for the first snow to fall in winter, but after the snow fell, it didn't melt anymore. In the foreseeable future, there will be more snow waiting for the Ross people in the fjord, and winter has begun.

This winter is no longer tedious, and everyone is full of hope for the future.

Now, the people of the tribe are looking forward to the mass wedding on Frigday.

Before that day arrives, the vast number of newcomers are already making preparations.

For Arik, the marriage with Peravina represents a new beginning!

Since his father's death in the war, Arik moved to his uncle's house, but the old wooden house where he lived for many years is still maintained. The wooden house has been used as a warehouse for a long time, and now it will be full of popularity again.

In a sense, the houses of the various tribes of the Vikings have great similarities. The house is a place to sleep, it is also a kitchen, and it is also a warehouse for storing messy daily necessities. Every family, especially women, make a lot of smoked fish and bacon, and pickle various foods. All the food is piled up in their parents' house. Therefore, don't expect the fresh air in a house.

They can accept the smell of food, but they can't stand the smell of feces.

They are a group of people who love cleanliness more than Western Europeans, so when the "big cities" developed by the active Germanic people such as London and Paris in this time and space, when the residents were still drowning, the Vikings were already growing up. Build a separate toilet next to the house!

The Ross people, who belong to the same branch of the Viking branch, also follow this hygienic tradition.

They are better at maintaining hygiene, but they never realize that human and animal manure, and even rotting fish, can nourish crops and make fertilizer.

Apart from making farmyard manure, the Danes who control the richest land in Northern Europe do not know how to use fertilizers or water conservancy irrigation techniques.

But they still built a family toilet. The origin is still their warrior culture.

A warrior, if he is dirty, sloppy and stinking, he is brave and cannot be selected by the parade Valkyrie in winter.

Arik quickly took care of his hometown, returned to Roseburg's first night, and spent the first night of self reliance with his wife.

Arik lit the fuel lamp, then used a lot of buckskin to hit the floor, and waved his hand to his dazed wife: "Come on, we will sleep here tonight."

Peravina did not resist, she naturally slumped her hands, watching all the actions of her husband"Am I going to sleep on the ground like a beast? Can't it be like my hometown?" Peravina asked boldly.

"Sleeping on those boards?" Arik asked strangely.

Because before the wedding ceremony, the female priest Veria, and her female assistants, will check the purity of the bride. If it is verified that the bride's fiance did something in advance, it will be regarded as shameless and blasphemous by all the people, and will even be exiled.

Arik's heart is itchy. He knows that what he wants to do will only be compliant after Frieger Day.

It's dawn, and what makes Arik incredible is that it was Peravina who asked the question.

"Arik, why? I thought I was going to be a woman."

Her expression did not change, but Arik became quite embarrassed.

Eric held back for a while before asking: "Don't you want to be a mother so much?"

"Isn't this supposed to be?"

Arik was choked for a while, he really did not expect that he was longing for marriage, but now after finishing the local wedding ceremony in his wife's natal family, he suddenly felt that marriage brought happiness and a huge test. For the first time, he felt the pressure of being an adult of the tribe.

I never thought that my wife, who was far from the hometown of Novgorod, had accepted her new life for the first time.

Arik was hesitating, tears burst into his eyes.

"You... are you crying?"

Peravina asked, Arik could no longer control his emotions. What made a young strong man cry? Is moved!

Arik wiped away his tears with his sleeves, first explained to his wife, then stood up: "I'll cut some bacon and cook it. After we finish eating, we will go to my father's grave."

"Is it a sacrificial sweep?"

"It's a ritual that must be done." As he said, he pulled his wife up and solemnly ordered: "You and we are already the same. Next, we have to follow the ritual of the Ross people. After I get to my father's grave, I will Dig a hole, put my saber in it, and cover it with soil. After I finish this, you will dig out the sword yourself."

"Okay. I...may I ask why?"

"My father is your father. It symbolizes his blessing to you. At the wedding, you also know that I will give the saber you dug out to your hands, which means that only you give birth His son will inherit this saber from his grandfather."

Hearing all this, Peravina took a deep breath: "You Varangians, really cherish your sword."

"Hey." Arik took his wife's hand, "It's us! You are already Varanga."