Rise of Rurik Chapter 93

　　 It was another cold morning. Unlike the outdoors, the carbon fire that burned for one night gave residents enough warmth.

　　 After waking up, Rurik got up and patted the sleepy Lumia again.

　　 "Lu Mia, get up. Eat something, we have other things."

　　 She slowly got out of the warm sleeping nest, rubbed her eyes, and quickly put on the warm sweater coat.

　　 Even if there is a bonfire, the indoor warmth has not reached the level of hot sweating.

　　 In fact, the residents of the tribe do not understand what is called heat and what is called heat stroke.

　　Niya cut some dried meat and cooked some porridge with wheat for breakfast.

　　Lurik used two wooden sticks to sandwich some pieces of meat, and threw them into the earthenware pot he held.

　　 I don't know when, Niya and Otto began to discover that when their son was eating meat, he always used his right hand to flexibly manipulate the two branches. The branches replaced the fingers.

　　 Chopsticks, it can easily pick up food in boiling water. Orientals have loved cooking since ancient times, and manipulating wooden sticks instead of hands is probably the most suitable method.

　　Niya doesn't think this is anything special, just hold the jerky with your hands. Clean and hygienic? Bacteria virus? These feelings do not exist at all. The so-called filth is limited to human and animal dung, as well as rotten meat and moldy bread. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest computer terminal: https://

　　 Her only dissatisfaction is that her son took too much meat, and even the son ordered the servant to eat more.

　　The money at home is increasing. Once the meat is not enough, you can go to the seal hunter to pay a higher price to buy fresh meat. With this in mind, she said nothing more.

　　Lurik was only seven years old after all. After he was full, he raised his head and asked his father: "Next, shall we go to the blacksmith?"

　　 "Yes. I want to make you an iron sword and your servant's silver jewelry."

　　 "Ah, I see, I hope they can make me a good sword."

　　 Otto glanced at his son, then continued to eat the meat.

　　 He muttered in his heart while gnawing on the flesh.

　　A good sword? The best blacksmith can't make a good sword!

　　 Otto vaguely remembered that his dead father claimed that the sword "Destroyer" came from an ancestor's battle, and it was captured on the battlefield.

　　 "Destroyer" has a certain degree of flexibility, the blade is extremely sharp, and the blade is covered with patterns.

　　Lurik has long seen that the material used for this sword is ancient pattern steel.

　　 It must be cast iron and wrought iron to be folded forged and beaten, the mixed iron block is knocked flat and then folded, so that it is knocked flat and folded again.

　　 Beat repeatedly until the craftsman feels that it is enough, and finally knocks into the shape of a sword.

　　 After the last quenching, the blade becomes full of patterns. Because the carbon content of iron is different, the color of the performance is also different.

　　Almost carbon-free wrought iron is softer and easier to bend, and carbon-rich pig iron is hard but brittle.

　　 Combining the two into one for forging, the limited technical conditions in ancient times are really a genius invention.

　　 After a thousand years, of course it won't have to be so troublesome.

The ultrhigh temperature of the electric furnace directly melts the molten iron, and the more extreme acetylene flame completes the gasification in an instant.

　　To turn pure iron into steel, sprinkle carbon powder directly on the molten iron, so that people can precisely quantify and control the carbon content of steel and the specific gravity of other metals.

　　 The problems that the ancients were difficult to solve by various means will not be a problem after a thousand years.

　　 If pure molten iron can be made using pre-industrial methods, most of the metal problems will be easily solved. However, even if the high-quality coking coal is re-coked, the maximum energy it releases cannot make the furnace reach 1500 degrees, and the pure iron still cannot be melted.

But when the temperature exceeds 700 degrees, the reddish iron becomes soft, and the charcoal burns to the limit of 1200 degrees. The silicide in the iron ore is a pile of liquid "glass" flowing out of the furnace, and the worker faces the remaining iron-carbon alloy. Beat it hard, and in the end a piece of pure iron is left.

　　Lurik doesn't ask his father's blacksmith about the details, because he naturally knows a lot.

　　 He can be very sure that the Ross tribe cannot rely on their own ability to make steel that can be used as a weapon.

　　Leave Rick after dinner, take Lumia and follow his father closely. He carried a stack of silver coins in his pocket as funds for custom-made sabers, and secondly, the raw materials for silver jewelry.

Most people don't run out of the house in the cold winter. Most people who go out carry axes and other tools, drag sledges to make holes in the frozen ocean, or throw in fish hooks tied with twine to go fishing, or wait for outcrops. The breathing seal gave it a blow.

　　The hunters left, and the tribal complex streets returned to quiet.

　　 It's so quiet, the cold wind in the Arctic can be heard so real, and there is a tinkling sound in the wind.

　　 Is that the smithy?

　　Liulik will not run to the beach even in warm periods, because there is no demand.

　　 He would not be dragged back by his parents to start freely roaming, and he is more willing to lead a group of peers to the hills to the west for training.

　　 He rarely has the opportunity to come to the beach, only saw there are a lot of alien-shaped long houses here, and the sound of ding ding dong dong came from the second.

　　Lurik took his father's hand and pointed to a giant long house: "It must be a dock. Are they making a new boat?"

　　 "Probably, when the ice melts, I will take your uncles and your brother to Novgorod again."

　　 "Sister Peravina, too?" Rurik asked suddenly.

　　 "Of course, I have to tell the chief that I have treated all Novgorod women kindly, so they have to give me more tributes." As a father, Otto felt it necessary to tell his son this. He suddenly wanted to ask: "Child, if you were me, what would you do?"

　　 "Me? I should be the leader of the Novgorod people. I always think so."

　　 Otto laughed boldly. He patted his son's thin shoulder, remembering many things his son had said. It seems that the son has never joked, and he really made Rurik the leader, so those fools in Novgorod have to become a member of the Rus tribe?

　　 Let those people be slaves?

Do not! Rurik must have no such plans.

　　 This kind-hearted child is very good to the deer-raiser captives, just like his family, he grows up and is afraid that it will be the same to the Novgorod people.

Otto sighed with emotion during his life. He finally patted his son on the back: "Keep walking, the future leader. Before you can command many people, you must have a good sword." As he said, he glanced at the dew that followed. Mia, sternly ordered: "And you, humble servant. Your master is very kind to you. If you dare to do any rebellious behavior in the future, God will also punish you."

　　 Lumia, where does she dare to disobey?

　　 She closely followed Rurik, and soon a cloud of black smoke appeared in the clear sky.

　　 Leurik took a closer look. Not far from the roof of a long house with open wooden doors, it is very rare to have a chimney structure, and a lot of black smoke comes from it!

　　 Take another step forward, and a ding ding dong bang came from the door. This building must be a blacksmith shop!

　　 "Interesting, why didn't I know that a blacksmith's shop is hidden here?"

　　 Just as Rurik was muttering, Otto pulled him hard and almost carried him away, urging: "Child, let's hurry up. And that servant, follow."

　　 So, who is the best blacksmith in the tribe?

　　 Otto is the one who knows best. There are actually only five blacksmith shops in the huge tribe. The recognized professional blacksmiths are really only one hand.

　　 The authentic tribes and all the visitors of the tribe, the population is about seven thousand behemoths, how can there be an average of one blacksmith for one thousand talents.

　　 I have to say that blacksmiths are really hard work. They have to look for ore by themselves and carry a large amount of ore back by themselves. The work of smelting and forging is done by the blacksmiths themselves.

　　 These professional blacksmiths almost depend on selling their labor in exchange for food.

　　 It's really hard, and the benefits are actually okay.

　　 Even if it is for silver, theoretically there should be more people willing to be blacksmiths.

　　 There are only so few blacksmiths, new blacksmiths are still the sons of old blacksmiths, and this job is passed on from female to male.

　　 The biggest reason in the final analysis is very simple, the blacksmith will never become a warrior, and the blacksmith has no interest in becoming the hero of Valhalla. When a person decides to become a blacksmith or another professional craftsman, they are actually abandoned by the tribal warrior culture.

　　 They are faithful and aspire to be servants of childcare.

　　 Therefore, people who believe in Odin are willing to take risks and fight, and those who believe in childcare are willing to smelt and forge, and even discover gems and gold in the mountains.

　　 During the northward attack on the deer breeder, two old axes with inscribed characters were captured. This situation is still fresh in Otto's memory.

　　 A young man named Kawei, his father Clavasson ordered him to hunt a deer in order to make the deer skin into a new blower.

Because the original blower is an airbag made of leather, covered with a wooden board, manually lifting the wooden board is to inhale, and pressing down is to supply air. Its principle and structure are very simple. It is used throughout Europe, which is efficiency. Not as good as their counterparts in the East.

The appearance of 　　 Otto surprised the two blacksmiths in the room.

　　 Similarly, Rurik was even more surprised when he saw an old guy who was even more exaggerated than his father's beard.

　　 "Hey, Clavasson, here I am."

　　 "It's the leader! You don't come to me to chat on weekdays. Once you come, you just want me to make something, and you will reward me a lot."

Listening to these Ottos, he felt very comfortable, and then glanced at the forging table made of a large black iron mound. I saw the young man still holding the pliers in one hand and continuously beating with the hammer in his right hand, as if he did not know his own. The leader's visit.

　　The young man is naturally Kawei. Seeing him look at the old Clavasson again, Otto is holding back some words in his stomach. Now he is really unhappy.

"Cravason, you are the best blacksmith I am sure of. You are old, and I am old too! My son is only seven years old, and your son is twenty years old. I admire his bravery in the last action. ."

The leader Klavasen understood a bunch of polite words, and he pretended to be regretful and muttered: "So I should find a wife for my son, but you know, our tribe lacks young women, and even girls have masters. Maybe. ..."

Klavasen's expression suddenly became funny, he leaned over to Otto and muttered, “After the ice melts, let my son follow you again, you go to Novgorod. I am not concerned about the distribution of those tributes. , I just ask him to find a beautiful Novgorod woman, haha. I wish I could carry my grandson before my life ends, and see my grandson also start to become a blacksmith."

　　 Kravasson said everything from the bottom of his heart, but suddenly thought of the tragedy that happened to the leader.

　　 Poor leader, if his eldest son does not die, he will be married and have children now.

　　 Isn't it? The leader was his young nephew Arik, but now there are news that the pretty Novgorod wife of that stinky boy is pregnant.

　　 Seeing these good things, why doesn't Clavassen envy?

　　 Kravasson was afraid of offending the leader. He saw that the leader brought the youngest son, Rurik, with a little girl by his side.

　　 "Oh! Chief! Have you already chosen a wife for your son. You can also raise it first when you are young, and you can continue to train her to do housework. When this girl grows up, she will become a wife."

　　 Issues such as marriage are actually very sensitive to the young Kawei.

　　 A twenty-year-old tribal young man should get married as soon as possible. He does not hate his blacksmithing career. If he has a wife, his life pursuit is basically enough.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

　　 Kawei looked up at the little girl, and directly pointed out: "Dad, this girl is a deer breeder and the only captive last time. She is a servant."

"Oh? I have heard about this." Klavasson realized that he was a little embarrassed, and stopped paying attention to the girl Lumia, and continued to ask the leader, "So what can I do for you? Build some tools? Nothing? Question, I will rank first in the order of the leader."

　　 "Still continue your work, I want you to do something, it can be ranked behind in no hurry. There is only one thing, you have to do it quickly."

　　 "I worked for you."

　　 "Liurik, do the silver jewelry first, take out those silver coins." Otto told his son.

　　Lurik quickly fumbled into the linen pocket and took out a stack of silver coins, ten in total.

　　 Cravason and Kawei were surprised when they saw this!

　　 "Ah! Chief, what on earth do you want me to do? Is the reward for ten silver coins inlaid with a few more rubies for that Excalibur?"

　　 "That's not enough, but rubies are needed." After that, Otto patted his son on the shoulder, "You can tell him."

　　 Leuric nodded, raised his head and looked at Clavassen with a huge beard. He couldn't help wondering whether this man was burning ore in his small stove. Shouldn't he burn his beard?

　　 "This is Rurik, I will use these silver coins to make some decorations."

　　 "Ornaments? Oh? For women?" Cravason asked.

"of course."

　　 "For your mother? Oh, what a good boy."

　　 Kravasson thought so naturally, never wanting to make the most complete denial of Ric. I saw Rurik suddenly grabbed Lumia's tiny arm and said, "Make some jewelry for my servant. You want a necklace inlaid with rubies or amber, and a bracelet."

　　Lurik wants to make a set of jewelry for Lumia. Considering that she does not have ear holes, earrings are not suitable for the time being.

　　 Ten silver coins are actually forty grams. Rurik can feel the weight of ten silver coins, so she won't feel uncomfortable if she wears less on Lumi Lu Mia.

　　 "You actually gave the servant..." Clavasson looked surprised, and he turned to look at Otto: "The leader, you all know?"

"Why, no?" Rurik asked back, "I'll give you money, I can even give you a bar of soap. You should know, smart blacksmith. Two silver coins and one piece of soap can help you wash away all the stains. Definitely useful for blacksmiths."

　　 "Ah! Soap!" Many magical rumors spread to Clarvasson at the first time. He learned that behind the priests making soap, it was Odin who bestowed Rurik wisdom.

　　 Cravason believes this should be true, but Odin's favor will be given to Thor's servant?

　　Soap is a good thing, and silver coins are even more wonderful.

　　 Anyway, money is money, just smelt silver coins to make jewelry, and jewelry is actually rewarded to servants.

　　 Kravasson couldn't help but speculate that Rurik really planned to marry this servant as his wife in the future, but this matter must be kept secret for now. The purpose is simple. The master marries the servant, which is not a good thing.

　　Unless Rurik really becomes the leader, it doesn't matter if he gives more servants.

　　 Klavason tacitly knew that he had not been so stupid as to offend the recognized successor of the leader.

　　 "Ten silver coins are made into necklace pendants and bracelets. I can do it quickly, but the price is more expensive~www.mtlnovel.com~ because I can use gems."

　　Lurik is also very generous, and he took out ten silver coins: "How about this reward? Including the money to buy your gems."

　　 "Ah, enough! Enough! Even..." Cravason wanted to tell the truth, the so-called cost of gemstones, three silver coins, he just saw the money.

Rurik didn't say much, but he looked very generous: "I'll count the words, make jewelry, and pay ten silver coins for everything. There is one other thing, I want an iron sword, and the hilt will plate me silver. If you can, the blade will also be silver-plated. I heard that a dagger of one-third the length of the stika costs three silver coins, and I will give you five silver coins as a reward, and of course silver-plated money."

　　Rurik's words are very logical, and Klavasen admires himself secretly. Of course, what he admires most is that Rurik actually took out 25 silver coins. What a big deal!

　　 Among them, as a blacksmith, I can earn at least ten.

　　 Look at the kid, and then at the leader, he guessed that the leader came from the money.

　　 It means that the leader respects himself.

　　 Leurik didn't say much, and put all the silver coins in Clavason's callous hands.

　　 "Blacksmith, you can start now, I will see my servant put on accessories."

　　 "Oh! I will do it right away!" Clavasson let out a roar of the dragon, which meant that he, the old fellow, would also use all his skills to create rare jewelry.

　　 Because of the ten fine work of making jewellery, his son, Kawei, is currently awkwardly making jewellery for the future wife of the future leader. This honor cannot be overlooked.

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