Rise of Rurik Chapter 170

Things also went beyond Parla's vision.

After visiting the real high priest Veria, Rülik led Parla to the so-called servants' quarters.

Now, some platforms for oil lamps have been placed in the huge dormitory, and some interior decoration has been done.

All the windows were propped up, and the soft sunset sprinkled in the house, a feeling of laziness hitting Parla's head.

However, seeing the scene in front of her clearly gave the woman a strong sense of neatness and beauty.

She threw down the animal hides she was carrying, and asked in surprise: "Ruriek, you...you have already prepared the bedding? Are you going to let me sleep on the wooden plank? Oh, I know some rumors, just take care of this. Called the wooden bed."

"Exactly. It seems you know everything."

"I really saw it today."

All the wooden beds are neatly arranged, the gray-white leather-lined mattresses are laid flat, and the leather-lined quilts are still folded into pieces of tofu.

Although there is still a little distance from what Rurik thinks is really tidy, at first glance, who can say that this room is not tidy.

Palla, who is accustomed to the messy accommodation environment, had no idea that Rurik treated himself so kindly.

"You can find a bed to live in. Don't worry, although it is a bit empty and deserted here, you will never feel cold."

"I'm not afraid of being alone, but I will mess up your well-decorated house."

Rurik shook his head: "The house is always used to live in. If you think it will mess up the house, clean it diligently. Now Bona after drinking is like a muddy puddle, you and I don't want it like this. You just stay. Okay, let's choose a bed now."

Parla nodded.

She further tried, simply digging directly into the so-called "sleeping bag", feeling the comfort and warmth brought by the upper and lower layers of leather and linen, and the absolute flatness made Palla subconsciously straighten her body and raise her arms. Stretch the tendons of the whole body on the top of the head, and then relax and feel extremely comfortable.

After the experience, Palla had a completely happy expression with Arik.

Of course, the feeling of sleeping in a decent bed is comfortable.

For the time being, Rurik was still sleeping in the sleeping nest of the old house. Because this body was still young, he curled up like an orange cat sleeping in a leather cap, which was just as comfortable and warm.

But I have to sleep on the real bed after all. When will it happen? It may only take half a month to complete the construction of the customized new home.

Before moving into his new home, Palla had already moved into the "Servants' Dormitory", and it was time to start the soap making that had been interrupted for half a month.

Now Palla is not only a priestess who knows most of the prayers, she has become a soap woman worker for more than half a year.

This female worker is extraordinary!

She has basically mastered all the processes of boiling oil, making plant ash to precipitate crystals, stirring soap liquid, and injection molding.

In fact, all the priestesses in these processes are capable. Unlike Parla, some people have indeed become lazy because they control tens of thousands of silver coins, and they have actually started to drink.

The sudden drunkenness of the priestesses really made Villa distressed. Veria criticized Bona and the others, and ordered them to stop.

But by now, drastic changes have taken place within the priests.

Squeezing out and expelling Parla can be described as Bona's means of establishing prestige. In this way, the other lower priests realized that the era of Veria would soon pass, and then he had to obey Bona's request. For the sake of her own future, it is right to leave Bona alone.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness, Veria told Rurik about it.

It also includes when the time is right to get rid of Bona, let the new priesthood quit corruption and return to the root of piety.

"Palla, this woman is not in the same relationship with Bona. Palla is not the material to be a high priest, and she is not very pious, but she has a bottom line. In your Lumia finally grows into a high priest who obeys you Before, you could use Parla..."

Some of Veria's spoken words were slightly vague advice, which Rurik kept in mind.

Facts have proved that Parla is indeed a smart man.

Parla moved completely, and she slept alone in the "servant's dormitory" this night.

Are you scared? Do not! She was not afraid at all.

It is because the location of the "Servants' Quarters" is the so-called settlement area of ​​the nobles of the tribe.

This piece of long house built along the gentle soil **** is almost occupied by the confidant of the great leader Otto.

Parla believes that Rurik will inherit the leadership and become the best leader. Isn't it a kind of trust to live here and enjoy a wonderful sleep experience?

During this night, Palla slept very deeply. She would never have thought that Rurik took his maid and young boys from many tribes to wake herself up early in the morning.

I have to say that the scene is a bit awkward.

Parla was also wearing the gray-white robe commonly used by priests in summer, and she waved her hand subconsciously, speaking harsh words, and ordered the curious little boy behind Rürik to go out.

"You all go out!" Rurik gave an order, and the children all ran away laughing and joking.

In this way, Palla's cautious heart was relaxed.

I have to say that it is precisely because it is so comfortable that Parla's clothes are really thin, and her lining robe has become a pajama.

Rurik felt the embarrassment here, think about it, maybe because he and the guys are both under ten years old, Palla doesn't feel unacceptable.

She quickly changed her clothes, her face slightly embarrassed.

"How about this night? You are the first person to spend the night here. Are you a little scared?" asked Rurik.

"It's great, Rurik. It seems that I need to do a good job for you as my gratitude."

"Okay!"

The development of the matter was satisfactory. Originally, Rurik felt that he needed to rant again before he could smoothly bring up the soap matter.

Nothing! Since she is about to roll up her sleeves to do something, how can she not empathize with her enthusiasm for work?

Rurik himself rushed to the wooden bed.

He was sitting on the bedside, his feet swaying involuntarily.

"Now we should talk about money."

"Money?" Palla turned his head: "Is it wages?"

"Yes, it's wages. You can't make soap for me in vain."

Now, money is very important to Parla. She was squeezed out by the priests, and now there are only ten silver coins in the bag. This money is based on the current market conditions, and it is probably enough to buy food for three months, that is, fish and meat.

After these three months, if there is no income yet, is it true that he would go down and ask Bona for alms?

No, that's impossible.

Parla lowered her posture at the moment and said, "Actually, just give me food."

Rurik was a little surprised: "Just eat? Don't you need money?"

"Money? Money is used to buy food, I don't dare to expect to enjoy it now."

"I'll give you some money, otherwise, what is the difference between you and those servants. Only servants, I only need to provide them with food every day. You are different, you are still the priest of our tribe, more noble than all servants." . That Bona pushes you out, I trust you."

Parla's posture is already very low, knowing that he might be reused in the future by Rurik, what should he do?

She got out of bed in a hurry, knelt on the floor with her knees, and looked up at Rurik slightly.

Seeing her humble eyes, a slight discomfort welled up in Rurik's heart.

After all, Rurik didn't make her stand up immediately. Since the other party is deliberately courteous, let's continue to kneel.

After all, in his understanding, under the Western king's vassalization, it was the monarch's sword that touched the kneeling courtier's left and right shoulders, and a thought came into being in an instant.

"I just said, I will give you money. Maybe you mean you don't need a lot, then all right."

Rurik squeezed his chin and thought about it. After all, this woman was extraordinary.

The High Priest Veria had instructed that Palla was indeed different from Bona, but the two had something in common, that was that they were not promising enough. The so-called ungodliness is to pursue the interests of the world.

Since you are a snob, you can use it.

Rurik kept doing it, and suddenly pulled out the saber around his waist.

This move scared Lumia who stood obediently, and it really scared Palla. It was the few little boys who sneaked a glance at the door. The reality was frightened by the actions of their boss, and they talked a lot afterwards.

Everyone knows that Rurik's sword is very sharp, and the sharp blade makes Palla jealous.

"Are you afraid?" Rurik squinted his eyes and subconsciously played with the sword in his hand.

"No... I..."

"Straighten your chest." Rurik let out a serious voice, and Palla raised her head and chest in fright.

Rurik guessed that he was a king for the time being, and the other party was kneeling so respectfully, wouldn't he have a "canonization of the king"?

According to the understanding in his mind, he gently touched Parla's left and right shoulders with the back of his sword.

In this way, Palla is fully aware that this is some kind of ritual. Since the opponent is the "Odin Blesser" confirmed by the high priest, the current etiquette is also sacred.

Thinking of this, her heart throbbed, even if the person who performed the etiquette was only eight years old.

Rurik said all obscure things plausibly, because those prayers also have obscure vocabulary: "Odin has witnessed you cut! You, Parla. You will be loyal to me and do things for me. To serve me is to serve Austria. Ding. Do you understand?"

"Yes! I understand."

Parla's heart is very nervous, not only that Rurik's words are particularly solemn, but also that she noticed very scary things out of the corner of her eyes.

The steel sword on his shoulder trembled slightly, and some of his hanging gold thread touched the blade, and was immediately cut in half.

Isn't this a miracle? Can there be such a sharp sword in the world?

She knew that if her body was swaying, her neck could be cut with terrible wounds by the blade of the sword.

Rurik's sword still rests on her shoulders. Seeing the other's approval attitude, Rurik continued: “Do things for me and I will reward you with five silver coins a month. In addition, your food and accommodation expenses All will be borne by me."

Palla fully understands what this means, co-authoring the five silver coins that have been rewarded, as long as she doesn't plan to buy some weird ones, it can really last forever.

Rurik continued: "Although this money is a reward, if you want to really own it, you must do something for me! If you slack off, someone will punish you."

"Yes! I definitely don't dare to neglect."

"You get up first. You sit back to the bed and we have a good talk." After that, Rurik took the sword.

As far as the current situation is concerned, Rurik dare not be pragmatic.

The father's fleet may have begun to return, and only when they return can the servants be in place.

Rurik didn't dare to have too many extravagant hopes for his future servants, because they were destined to be a group of little girls of his own age.

When it comes to soap making, even children can be used as improvised labor.

Perhaps the current problem is not that the priests collectively quit and quickly restore their original production capacity, but to cultivate some professional workers from an early age, or to make their servants understand the process of making soap.

When a servant grows up, he can act as an excellent soap worker, and he can also act as a teacher to teach more people.

The current Palla, she knows the complete production process of soap, so it is reasonable for her to serve as a teacher and a servant.

Of course, soap is still produced, taking into account the many problems in it. Such as the acquisition of grease, the production and purification of the plant ash solution, the stirring of the saponification reaction, and even the injection of the mold.

Today is summer in Roseburg, unlike winter, the best source of grease is whales. Whaling is not only a test of courage, but also a matter of luck.

It is very unrealistic to expect a stable sale of whale meat and oil in the fish market.

Combining these realities, Leurix simply set a very low standard for Parla.

That is one month in the Julian calendar. Two bars of soap should be made every day. Of course, you can make more of them every day. There is no force majeure, and sixty bars of soap must be produced every month.

Sixty bars of soap is a task that must be completed, and being able to produce more means a bonus.

Rurik made an agreement with Palla. After the over-fulfillment, they still complete five yuan more, which means they will be paid two silver coins, which is the 20% benefit previously agreed upon.

Parla understands that this money is actually not easy to make. The entire production process, as well as the cost, are currently borne by her alone. Krulik clearly has a very bright future!

The five silver coins were the reward for the first sixty pieces of soap. She estimated that after throwing away the money used to make these sixty pieces, five silver coins might be left with a little worth of copper coins. The greater benefit lies in the overproduction after the completion of sixty bars of soap, where there is a coveted price/performance ratio.

It's useless for Rurik to say, Palla understood that the little boy still hopes that he can produce more with his own strength.

This is indeed the case.

Before the priests quit, the production efficiency of all priestesses must reach an average of one hundred yuan per person per month. In reality, Palla is now dedicated to making soap, which can surpass this single average.

After wondering, where is Parla complaining? She felt that she had picked up a huge bargain, and couldn't help feeling that Rurik really valued herself.

The two parties have already made an agreement. As usual, Lurik used the sharp blade of a dagger to draw text on a wooden board. This is the contract between the two.

Rurik does not fully believe in the so-called poisonous oath. A written contract is very important, so that with it, it is a kind of supervision for both parties.

With the previous lesson, the new document Rurik deliberately added a statement of breach of contract.

"Why? You don't trust me too much?" Palla, who was gearing up to start fighting, couldn't help feeling worried. "You know, now I don't dare to tell you, I'm completely different from Bona."

"Since you listen to me, you should do things my way. You only have to agree now, you understand."

The statement of breach is just one sentence: If Parla cannot complete the sixty bars of soap a month, he must compensate Rülic with fifty silver coins as a fine.

This clause is indeed very crazy. Fifty silver coins are actually a huge sum of money. Lurik concluded that in a very long period of time, Palla would never have so much savings, and she would not be lazy because of this.

Of course, in the last paragraph of the seemingly unfavorable Overlord Clause, Rurik also made another statement.

That is to say, the agreement can be amended. After Palla explained his situation, Lurik has the right to amend the agreement.

Of course, the final sentence of the last paragraph is the most deadly.

It is the sentence that consumers generally hate: Rurik has the final interpretation right of the contract.

The implication is that Rurik has the right to unilaterally tear up the agreement, and Palla has no authority in this regard.

Parla engraved her own name in Luenwen. Yes, this woman understands the writing system of her nation.

The agreement was signed, and the board was also in charge of Rurik himself.

He clamped the plank in his armpit, and when he changed his mind, he immediately returned to the priest's longhouse. Palla, who brought all the tools for making soap, said: "This agreement is not forever. You will soon return. Will take on another job."

"There is still work? I am willing to do things for you." Parla said respectfully.

Rurik pointed at Lumia who stood for a long time: "My father will bring me some servants. They may be much younger than Lumia. They are all girls. They can help you make soap, so you will earn more money."

Is more benefit! Palla, who had thought that she would become extremely busy, instantly realized that Rurik was still making gains.

"In exchange, you have to educate my servants. They will all live here, and you, probably like their teacher. They are from Novgorod, you have to teach them to speak our language, Especially our words. If you can, you have to teach them some prayers that the priests have mastered."

"Are you going to train them to become priests?" After speaking ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Palla glanced at Lumia unconsciously, and continued: "I understand everything these days. The high priest is here. Train your Lumia, even if she is a deer breeder."

"She is not a deer breeder, she is my servant. Parla, please teach my servant all the knowledge you know."

"Okay, this is it, do we need to make an agreement engraved on the wooden board?"

"No need." After all, Rurik finally got out of bed. Not to mention, sitting on a soft animal skin mattress is really comfortable. Considering that there are still a group of children waiting for training outdoors, I shouldn't continue to dawdle.

He patted his body and twisted his waist: "This is just a verbal agreement. I should understand that you can get a lot of benefits by doing things for me seriously. Of course, if one day you have bad thoughts, you will die... …"

The word "death" Rylik accentuated his tone.

Parla felt the threat, and it could be seen that if she could not do anything for Ruriek, with certainty, Roseburg would have no place to stand on her own.

The appointment has been set, and after Liu Rick leaves, Palla rushes back to the priest's long house.

She wished to start working now to give back Rurik's trust.

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