Rise of Rurik Chapter 757

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A fine and long spring rain fell shortly after spring ploughing. The Slavs cheered that it was a sign of a good harvest, but the Rus didn't take it seriously.

The spring rains forced the Russ and other Varyag people to adjust their traditional fishing operations. People stayed at home to hide from the rain, and even those Kyiv horses who planned to return had to postpone their plans.

A group of horsemen such as Sakyi turned into leather merchants.

The fur coat made of polar bear skin and the beautiful hat made of ferret skin are at least some glassware and iron tools. The cargo will be loaded with the same boat as they came. Because the ice and snow have all melted, it is totally unrealistic to expect the boat to be dragged across the Valdai Marsh on the ice and snow. Everyone must cross that patch of land, which is also the entire north-south water transport line. Bad obstacles, so the summer traveler can't load too much cargo.

The goods they plan to take away are not many, and the value is extremely high! Especially those glassware, if they were sold to the leader of the Pecheneg people, they would surely be exchanged for many horses.

"The Ross people's small crystal cup has only ten silver coins, and the crystal plate has twenty. These utensils (10 in total) are shipped to the south and I will sell them. A small cup will surely be replaced by ten horses! Horses will be shipped again. Go to the Ross people. Haha, come and go for fifty times the income!" Sakyi is dreaming, although the trade income will not be so outrageous, the real situation is definitely a big profit.

The huge gains directly dispelled the businessmen's worries about risks. They were willing to take the risk, and now they only hope that the **** rain will stop.

On the other hand, a noble woman must tighten the ball of cloth in her mouth, and with the help of more than a dozen women, she strives to make a feat that only she can accomplish.

A more noble old lady simply knelt on the ground, her mouth full of words of encouragement.

"Strong hard! It's already opened..."

"Try harder, your head will come out soon."

After a while, the child's shrill cry made the mother who was on the verge of collapse finally lie down in relief and happily, and gasped deeply.

Rurik, who was waiting outside the door waiting for the good news, heard the cry. He pushed the thick guys hard and rushed into the room. A woman slid to his side and grabbed her hand hard: "You... Bar."

But seeing the child's mother with tears of happiness on her face, she watched her man try to sit up, but was still stopped by Rürich: "Don't be impulsive, you have to stay quiet."

Finally, Carlotta got her wish and became a mother.

She lay on her back and asked Niya who was busy cleaning the child: "Is it a boy or a girl."

"It's a boy. You guys..." As the queen mother of the principality, Niya is quite experienced as a midwife. The baby's umbilical cord was cut, and a pine clip clamped the belly button.

While she washed the blood and filth of the baby who was red, crying and moving, she deliberately muttered with dissatisfaction: "You are a woman who cares about you as soon as you enter the door, and you don't come to see your second one. son."

Rurik smirked, it was indeed his own child, but Carlotta was unique.

He slowly helped Carlota, who was a new mother, up, and after the child was cleaned quickly, he was gently wrapped in soft linen by Niya and handed it to the child's mother.

The crying child suddenly calmed down, facing his own flesh and blood, Carlotta hurriedly lifted the linen cloth while smiling.

She must be sure that this is a boy, because Ostara's title requires a male heir.

As Niya described, this is a boy.

She burst into tears and kissed her son subconsciously.

The child just closed his eyes and lay down in his mother's arms to keep quiet, gently fiddled with his two fat and transparent hands, pouting his little mouth and trying to puff something.

"He's very cute. Carlotta, have you finally figured out the name of your child?" Rurik asked with relief.

"Just call it Carl."

"Carl? Is it appropriate?"

"Very suitable. Ostara needs a male duke, and only Karl is the most worthy of his name."

"Also."

Rurik didn't ask any more. She probably felt a little inferior that she was a woman. The feminine pronunciation of "Carl" was "Carlotta." As promised, the Ostras ushered in the male nobles, and everything has become normal since then.

Rurik's estimation was partly correct, but Carlotta's choice of this name for her son was simple and crude. Ten wooden blocks wrote ten names, because I firmly believed that I was conceived must be a son, and all ten names were masculine. When she felt severe pain, she closed her eyes and grabbed a lottery named Carl.

Everything is Odin's will! The child's name is God's choice, and his gender is also God's choice.

Odin surrendered his decree, and Odin asked Ostara to revive, thus choosing a male heir.

She was willing to call her son Karl I, Duke of Ostara, and even whispered close to Rurik's ear for the first time: “I would rather give up the title of the duchess immediately and give him the title. There must be a man in my duchy Duke, it's up to you to decide."

Although the words were very abrupt, Rurik realized the true meaning in an instant.

The Principality of Ostara is indeed not on the same level as the Principality of Ross. They are no longer even a vassal group, but are within the scope of the Principality of Ross. Prince Ross has the right to appoint the status of the sole nobleman under the rule of the duke, which is equivalent to saying that the Principality of Ostara is only a famous name, and the political status is only the status of the earl.

Carlotta's actions cannot be said to be hasty, but must be the result of careful consideration.

Rurik thought for a while, and simply followed her wishes: "Okay. He is Karl I, Duke of Ostara." He gently touched his second son's smiling face with his finger, and gently exhorted: "My son, Your name is Carl Ruricosson Ostala. I hope you will grow up and become a good fighter and man, and a solid backing for the Principality."

The child did not cry, just twisted his body and made a humming sound.

"Look." Rurik was happy. "He is responding to us."

The reason why Rurik cared about Carlota as soon as he walked in was because he had witnessed the death of the Queen Mary. He didn't want his other woman to be unpredictable. Fortunately, everything went well with God's help.

Everything went smoothly. Carlota began to nurse the children himself on the same day. The success of the matter shocked the women who participated in the midwifery. The good news does not matter if the rainy weather passes in Novgorod.

The haze weather of the spring rain is a good one, Carlotta has a lot of time to stay indoors. Rurik ordered her to confine her to confinement, to eat and drink, but not to leave the room and walk around.

Fried eggs, stews, grilled fish, and the high-protein meals ordered by Rurik kept delivering Carlota's mouth. Firstly, it helped her recover, and secondly, it also helped her breastfeeding.

Carlotta can't take care of so much. She is indulged in the happiness now, even if it's sunny, she doesn't want to run around in the open air.

Such care was too much, making Svetlana unbearably jealous, and humblely complained to her man that the so-called care for Carlotta was too outrageous.

"Are you jealous? When our baby is born, I will let you stay home for a month, and feed you into a fat seal with the best meal. If you want that."

When Rurik said this, Lanna shut up.

She still likes her current slender and agile posture, the posture of a seal, which is really no beauty.

The spring rain did not last long, and the earth fully recovered after the rain.

The grass seeds all sprouted, and the river beaches and fields were full of wild grasses, especially the rushes with slender leaves. They are all fine pastures, and all kinds of livestock in the Duchy of Ross are driven into the wild, letting them eat the endless grass frantically.

Although there are no new war operations in the Principality, the expansion is still going on in another way.

A group of people from Narvik Port arrived at Roseburg at the end of winter. They came with salt and walrus tusks, and planned to sell their products on a sailing boat bound for Shrosburg, in exchange for better food and linen. , Leather and so on.

Hunters cruising around will not let go of the spring time, they are still hunting.

Driven by their interests, they neglected the principle of fishing after exhaustion, or in other words, there is no need to exercise restraint under the new situation. The expansion of the Principality has greatly expanded the cause of the people. The claim that the human world Misgaard is a small world is no longer credible. Everyone has found the northern end of the ocean (the Arctic Ocean). The end of the land does not seem to exist, so life on the land is endless. There are also endless animals, running leather everywhere, inexhaustible.

The Rus and other Viking ethnic groups continue the fishing and hunting tradition that everyone is accustomed to. After the spring ploughing is completed, they will put down the fields. The result of the wheat growth depends on the will of God. Based on everyone's experience, there will be no bad results in the wheat harvest season. Lake Ilmen, Lake Ladoga, and the Gulf of Finland are all sea areas they can plunder, and the forest area by the lake must be plundered frantically.

However, the Slavic people are another kind of routine. In a sense, the closed environment in which they are located has blocked a part of the heart of expansion. As they have long given up on fishing and hunting to become pure farmers, they have become the main hired workers of Rurik.

Both Novgorod and Novgorod have major urban construction projects that require a lot of labor, and even state-run workshops are no longer limited to paper mills and garment factories.

For example, here in Novgorod, where there is no stone, there are a lot of clay mines. The firing of pottery and bricks has become a must for industrial development. To cope with these industries, charcoal kilns must also be built vigorously. It just so happens that there are inexhaustible wood resources in the local area to provide raw materials for charcoal burning.

As for the logging work, there is no need to worry about this.

For the first time, the Slavic people were able to use iron tools on a large scale. It happened that Rurik sold them mainly mass-produced hand axes. Even if the axe was small, it could already cut down small trees quickly. Some large double-operated hacksaws are no longer on sale, and the prices are expensive. The Boyar nobles of various farms are not fools. They realize that the logging efficiency of this tool must be bought.

They are desperately logging wood to ask the forest for the space necessary for survival and intend to transform it into farmland. In addition to using the big trees for their own use, they can also make a fortune by reselling them to the duke.

Governor Medvedt also organized an army and continued to go deep into the dense forest to extract more people from hiding and transport them to the wasteland by the lake to open up wasteland for farming.

The settlements in the Rus Principality are all thriving, with different ways of life, and the same thing is that they are all producing wealth.

From the Gulf of Bothnia to the Gulf of Finland, the Russian ships flying the blue flag on the white background and the special spinnaker have frequent friendships.

The navy of the Principality is not a mascot staying in Kronshtadport, and it has the responsibility of carrying out armed patrols and trawling fish without military action. They will not enter the South Baltic Sea, not even the island of Saaremaa.

The Principality must defend the maritime lines of communication and patrol regularly to ensure that any enemy incursions, although it is unlikely.

There is only one ship arrogant in the South Baltic Sea.

The Salmon Chief and more than 30 bloodthirsty pirates on board attacked everywhere under the leadership of Captain Spuyut.

They were looting by order, and they had a "Private Certificate" issued by the Kingdom. From April to May, in a month and a half, fifty fishing boats and cargo ships were recorded to be sunk, including long battleships.

Originally, the Ross people did not have the habit of making nautical records. Of course, this is not laziness, but the past era has no conditions. The floating environment on the sea, once you don't know the time and how long you've been floating on the sea, people will be crazy about it.

Nowadays, paper production has entered the fast lane. The birch bark-based hard paper is soft and strong at the same time. A stack of thick paper is strung by hemp rope and roughly bound into a book. Spuyut is on it with the Nordic tradition of Luen. The letters record the record and time.

After his description, the crew can determine how many ships they sink and roughly determine the number of enemies killed.

The sacks hanging on the stern of the ship are really rolling human heads in a physical sense. The enemy's heads emit a stench, but they are blown away by the sea breeze to prevent the brothers from nausea. Sometimes the wind changes slightly and the stench rushes over and everyone feels uncomfortable.

It was a terrible trophy, it was a voucher to be sent to the king's bus in the future, no one wanted to throw it away, even if it smelled bad, they had to bear it.

In recent days, sea cruising has become boring. It seems that the Danes have become cowardly. Big ships are cruising the entire Danish Strait. The so-called this is the best place to attract firepower, but it has not deceived the enemy into encirclement and suppression. A group of ships were sunk, and the Danes seemed to disappear in the days after that.

Everyone ridiculed the Danish cowardice, and complained that if this went on, they should first withdraw and supply them.

"A good fisherman doesn't just want to get a big fish bait right away without dropping the bait. Let's wander for three more days." Spuyute persuaded him.

It is great to have a logbook. He can read aloud to the boring brothers of everyone's achievements in the past, highlight the precise day of departure, and infer how long the remaining supplies can support the battle.

Today's cabin is stuffed with some useful trophies. It turns out that Spuyut robbed a cargo ship, the enemy crew was wiped out, and the wool in the cargo ship was looted. The cargo ship was scuttled after its sails were dismantled and the daily necessities taken away.

Wool is a great gift to the prince. They must be cut in the spring in the pastoral area of ​​Jutland. After this season, it will be autumn.

The second day when Spuyut put down his rhetoric~www.mtlnovel.com~ a cruising boat was slowly drifting along the coastline of the peninsula.

The big ship adjusted its direction and rushed away like a tiger rushing for food. The brothers had thought that the boat would flee frantically along the coast, but they never expected that they were still drifting.

"How can the Danes have such a stupid person, and think that the loss in the past is not big?" Spuyute felt offended.

Someone arrogantly yelled: "It's just a fool. Or is it to pray that we don't sink the ship anymore?"

"Pray? Our shop in Hezeby is completely peaceful. The Danes have given our brothers a chance to pray for peace. The businessman's son, Blue Fox, was killed, and the prince still expects the fat man to make money. If he doesn't die, let us Brothers will not kill in this sea area, and they will make a fortune today."

Spuyut's words came from the bottom of his heart. In fact, he admired the guts of the fat man, who actually dared to make money in the Danish hinterland.

Since the boat is a group of stupid people, use the bronze horn to smash the boat!

As a result, the shocking thing happened!

Chapter end