The Rise of Rurik

Chapter 22: Waiting

In the days that followed, wall training was the norm, and under Rurik's command, many children began to do more complex training.

But they're still kids, they've got huge potential, and they're still terribly weak.

Now Rurik is still a little worried that he is too young, and his only appeal is to recruit the existing group of peers.

There are also many children over ten years old in the tribe. They disdain to go to the hills, but are used to playing "games" by the sea, venting their strength on the gravel, and they always go back to their homes with a wounded face. .

That kind of fighting alone is the ancient tradition of the Ross tribe, and the best among them will have a particularly loud name.

The Ross worship the strong!

Let's talk about the strong, what is the strong? From Rurik's point of view, the bravery of a single man is a must. Those who can tame a group of warriors obediently and train a group of stragglers into a whole are really strong.

Not only that, a good leader has reason to intervene in the affairs of the entire tribe. The greatest duty of a leader is to ensure the survival of the tribe, followed by the happiness of the tribe.

Rurik has been in this fjord since he was born, and he has never left Rossburg.

Through the observation of the Ross tribe, he can estimate the situation of the entire European continent in this era. The cruel reality is in front of him. The tribe is too poor!

People are poor, and they use simple tools for production and life. Although there are excellent boatmen and blacksmiths, the manufacturing process is not outstanding, so the daily necessities made are relatively simple.

With these simple tools, neither fishing nor planting is easy, especially in the warm season, growing hardy vegetables on barren land on the hillsides, the harvest is always very poor due to technology, variety and climate.

The Ross tribe grows some onions and cabbage, as well as some other hardy vegetables, but they don't know how to fertilize, and they don't even bother to water. If they can cultivate more intensively, the output must be better.

Perhaps for them, intensive farming is superfluous.

They are poor people themselves, never rich and therefore easily satisfied. They are also valiant heroes of the sea. Compared with intensive cultivation and meticulous cultivation to enhance their craftsmanship in order to increase labor output in all aspects, it is better to control a long ship to go south and loot the weak tribes.

But the problem came again.

A group of poor people relying on their thick arms to rob another group of poor people. In a certain sense, it means that beggars are robbing buns. This is not a long-term solution at all, and the tribe will not develop.

Rurik deeply realized that when he took the position of the leader, the entire tribe's plundering culture needed to be cut off and replaced by production to accumulate wealth!

The so called production can be through hard work or through peaceful trade.

Looking at the location of Roseburg, it is impossible to get rich by farming, but it is possible to get rich by trade.

A wise soul resides in the seven-year-old body. For the Ross tribe, what they need most is knowledge!

Rurik thought of some strategies, such as organizing people to hunt bears and deer, or ermines and squirrels on a large scale farther north. While the tribe has acquired a large amount of fur, it can also be trafficked to distant people.

It is entirely possible to make a fortune from trade, but in order to ensure the peace of trade, it must be defended by a well-trained army.

Therefore, I train a group of children here, not expecting them to become the main force of looting after more than ten years, but should exist as the defender of the tribe and the defender of the trade.

From the day Otto set sail, Rurik kept track of the time. He found a plank, and every day before going to sleep, he carved a knife into it.

Thirty days have passed since the departure of the fleet, and compared to the previous Sorgon voyages, this autumn's voyage is extraordinarily long.

After all, according to the precedent, they should return within 30 days after departure, but now the weather is getting colder and colder, and they have not returned. No matter what the reason is, their return will face even greater difficulties.

The water in the Baltic Sea is too thin. It was the end of the last glacial period, and the influx of melted snow water created the huge and complex Baltic Sea. Its formation time is too short, so that the normal salinity of the Atlantic Ocean has not had time to adjust the salinity here. And because a large number of Scandinavian rivers pour into this nearly closed sea, the sea where Roseburg is located has a milder salinity.

Therefore, the daily fishing activities of the Ross tribe are related to the food of the tribe, and as a result, people can always catch a large number of freshwater bass.

The most caught are some freshwater-tolerant herring species, which can basically meet the tribal subsistence problem.

Simply eating fish is still too monotonous for humans. The tribe still likes to eat bread, only it is more powerful.

The people of the tribe still reserve food for the winter as usual. They catch a lot of fish and smoke and roast them for long-term storage.

They even boil seawater in clay pots, even if the local seawater has low salinity, they still do it. Using a lot of dry grass and branches as fuel, and spending a lot of firewood to get a little bit of sea salt, even so, the effort is still worth it.

The days of waiting slowly turned into torment, everyone wanted to believe that they would be fine, and as time passed, it was inevitable that people would have to worry.

The pressure of the people began to build up, and many began to seek the help of the priests.

One cloudy morning, Rurik got up sleepily, he pushed open the animal hide door of the wooden house, and the world he saw was dark.

"Is it going to snow?"

A chill came, he subconsciously retracted the tent, and then boldly stuck out his small head. The people of some tribes that he saw, moving their bodies covered in animal skins in the dim world, actually slowed down towards the priest's spired wooden house. walk.

"Mom! There are many people outside, what are they doing?!" Rurik turned his head and asked.

"Have you found it? They want to find a revelation."

"Is it about when Daddy will be back?"

Nia smiled slightly, and continued to use a knife to cut the venison that had been marinated for an unknown time: "You are so smart. Don't look anymore, it's cold outside. If you're curious, I'll take it to you after dinner."

"Okay."

For meat, Rurik still prefers fish, especially herring.

The Ross tribe has a very wild way of eating, that is, after the fish scales are cleaned with a knife, the dirty fish is removed, and finally the fish head is cut off. After the raw fish is washed, it is put directly into the mouth without any cooking.

This way of eating is too pure, and Rurik has never tried it. However, the grilled herring is really delicious, and the bubbling and fragrant fish oil can flow saliva just thinking about it.

In addition to fish, wild venison is usually eaten more. It is these venison that have an indescribable monster that tastes good when cooked and marinated.

Rurik ate a small piece of venison and drank a small bowl of soup with onions boiled by his mother and some unknown wild vegetables. While this meal is filling, it's packed with protein and extremely low in carbohydrates.

Perhaps a thousand years from now, this meal will be promoted as a weight loss meal. Now, it's really a compromise of the Ross tribe for nature. If they can, they choose to eat bread every day on the spot, even if it goes bad.

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