Chapter 329: Rurik first set foot in the territory of the Mellaren people
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A long boat with no special characteristics left Gould Island and headed for the beach of the Mellaron Bazaar.
Behind them are the towering wooden walls of Gould Island, the flat and busy shore and the flat land, and a large number of ships passing by.
Gould was indeed sending his ships to the Mälaren bazaar in accordance with the agreement with Rurik, and even organizing a small fleet to rush directly to the territory of the Yilmalen people in the southern part of the lake to buy the local people’s agricultural products. They all pulled back to Gould Island and piled them up in a warehouse tightly wrapped in a wall.
What Rurik didn't know was that shortly after the boat carrying him to the market left, a flat boat carrying a distinguished guest also boarded Gould Island.
This person is no one else, but the businessman Verdegen who is good at cutting all kinds of tanned leather into clothes.
For a businessman like Gould, his essence is a speculative peddler, and Fodgen, he is now an industrial capitalist, and he hires a group of women who know tailors to make leather garments and sell them for profit.
Because of this, Fodgen, because of the cold weather this year, learned of the strong desire of ordinary people in Mellaren for new clothes. He saw his superiors, but suffered from his lack of a very stable leather supplier.
A whole year! Fordgen first listened to Gould’s invitation and suggestions, and then lived in Roseburg for the entire winter, and now he thoroughly understood-following Gould, relocated the entire family business and all the servants to Roseburg. , It is a good strategy to make big money stably.
Fodgen came empty-handed, he just wanted to inform Gould that he had plans to move.
To his shock, Gould showed a few large and mighty polar bear skins, which was also a good news to this old friend.
"My friend, if you come early in the morning, you can meet Master Rurik."
"Ah! Rurik, he has come to Mellaren? Where is he?"
"He went to the market." Gould pointed to the north and looked at Fodgen's eyes. "I hope he can buy some good things at the market."
Rurik and Carlota, in order to avoid publicity, they changed into plain linen, and both wore an earthy brown linen robes. However, what was hidden under the robe was a short sword for self-defense.
Rurik is like that, his cousin dressed very low-key.
Although they are noble and have huge wealth, the important people sitting on the boat, they obeyed Gould's suggestion, all dressed up as ordinary travelers, only with swords and money bags hidden under their robes.
Rurik sat near the bow of the ship, sitting on his side, letting the cool autumn wind blow him in the face.
Behind him are more than a dozen paddlers, and Arik also acts as a paddleman.
It takes a long distance to travel from Gould Island to the market. There is nothing to do. Arik looked at his brother's eyes focusing on the lake and mountains, and couldn't help asking: "Hey! Rurik, do you want to buy something?"
"What?" Rurik turned his face.
"I'm asking you, what do you want to buy? I am hanging two pounds of silver coins for you now. Are you planning to spend them all?"
"Perhaps." Rurik shrugged helplessly. If it wasn't that he wasn't strong enough, the heavy money would be taken by himself.
"What on earth do you want to buy?!"
"Who knows? Well, go and see, I will naturally buy the one I like."
Arik was consciously embarrassed, so he deliberately teased: "I heard that the Mellaren people have a lot of wine. The guy Gould told me that there is a place called Cologe in the market where you can drink Mellaren people. Brewed wine."
Cologne? A place name?
Rurik thought for a while, it refers to a tavern.
A tavern? If it did exist, Rurik's would not be surprised at all. The so-called supply when there is demand, or the two are complementary. Since the Mälaren Lake region produces wheat, it is normal to use it for winemaking. Besides, the ale delivered to Roseburg by merchants from all over the years has almost all originated in Lake Mälaren.
Seeing his brother's interest, Arik urged him to say: "My dear, if a man can't drink, he is a coward. Gould said Cologne is a lively place. I want to see and taste Mellaren. Human wine. What about you? What do you think?"
"This……"
"Are you still hesitating? I have decided, I can definitely go and see."
What else can Rurik do about this? While agreeing in desperation, he also made an agreement with his cousin.
"It's okay to go to Cologne. You are responsible for drinking, and I will be responsible for watching. I want to see what the Mellaren people do."
What should a pub be like? An elegant and dignified interior, the bartender is neatly dressed and polite, while the bartender is skilled in the bartending business. Those alcoholics are also distinguished and elegant people, sitting at the bar, drinking cocktails, talking and laughing?
forget it.
The experience of going to a more elegant tavern can still remember some in Rurik's mind, but those are dreams that exist in another world.
Elegant bars are also aimed at elegant wine customers, or bar owners must decorate their own pubs gorgeously to create a high-end feeling, in order to attract high-spending crowds.
But the bar of the ninth century?
There was another scene in Rurik's mind.
There are a few cracked wooden tables in the dim wooden house, and the alcoholic people in the room are people with tattered clothes, wandering around, and extremely vulgar talking. They are not here to drink, I am afraid there is more alcoholism. It was a place full of violence. People who were slightly drunk only had eyes facing each other, and the hostility was instantly aroused, because there was no mechanism to stop armed fighting, and the tavern was often a den of evil.
Do Vikings have taverns too? For example, the residents of Roseburg generally drink alcohol, and there are no merchants who sell alcohol for profit. Even the wealthiest Gould has not even imagined building a tavern for so many years. The core purpose of Rurik’s spirits was to make money. Due to practical reasons, he did not plan to open a tavern under his control for greater benefit, because this matter did not exist in Roseburg.
Ships are getting closer to the destination, fishing boats are getting more and more, and the huge shantytown not far away is Mälarenburg, the core of the Mälaren people.
The Melaren tribe did not design a special wharf, and the ships passing by were manipulating long ships to directly wash the beach. After all, ordinary people who own boats are light boats, which can easily wash off the beach, and are easily pulled to the shore by the owner of the rein, even pushing it back into the lake without any effort.
The Mälaren people certainly have the ability to make large cargo ships. Professional craftsmen are never in conflict with making large ships. However, orders for large ships can only come from a few wealthy businessmen, including the wealthiest leader Olegin. Building big ships makes a lot of money, but the work of craftsmen is still to make light and cheap fishing boats, and even undertake the work of repairing ships.
The gentle shore of the lake is right in front. In order to meet the doomed beach, and to avoid being shaken off the boat by the strong shock, Rurik stood up. Like Carlotta, he grabbed a rope at hand and stared at the lower part of the bow. The oak keel digs into the mud by the lake.
After a violent shaking, the boat rushed to the beach safely. Liurik let out a long sigh of relief. He put his left hand around his burqa, and his right hand supported the boat gang. The whole person asked the camp to jump off, and his feet set foot on the territory of the Mellaren for the first time. .
Rurik landed, along with twelve other brawny men with elite weapons.
Arik and Jeflo, the two naturally dressed low-key, as did the ten mercenaries behind them. If there is anything funny, it is these mercenaries who landed, who set foot on the Mellaren Bazaar, completely returning to their hometown.
Yes, almost all the mercenaries recruited by Gould are native Mellaren.
To be fair, no one knows Mellaren better than them. For example, when the owner proposed to go to Cologne to find out, someone boldly pointed out: "That place is where the leader sells alcohol. He is selling it himself. Some sell alcohol to gain some benefits from it and expand his strength."
Regarding these matters, Rurik, who was still on the ship, followed the popularization of the mercenaries and already knew a thing or two about the tavern.
"Okay. We landed, where do we go next. Cologne?" Rurik asked his cousin, patted his body.
"Go to that place. Jeflo!" Arik yelled casually.
"My lord, what's your order."
"You know the place very well, and you act as a guide. Now take me to the place where I can drink."
"Okay. There are only a few things, I hope adults can understand."
Arik looked impatient: "What else? Drinking is a hassle? We brought the money."
"My lord, we must keep a low profile. Cologne is a chaotic place, maybe..." Jeflo looked at Liurik and Carlotta. Many. My lord, you are the bravest warrior I have ever seen. I'm afraid that you will draw your sword to kill some drunk people. That's where the leader of Mellaren sells alcohol. I'm afraid of us What happened?"
Although Jeflo is a Finn, he is a comrade-in-arms who has fought side by side for two months. Arik is very satisfied with the flattery of these comrades. However, he obviously didn't care about the warnings of his comrades.
"What are the Mellaren? They dare not attack the Danes and the Gotlands, but we have been victorious."
"Hey! Your lord!" Yevlo snarled in a low voice, his eyes instantly glaring at the various outsiders on the landing.
Arik's eyes quickly noticed some ill-intentioned eyes. It seemed that those who were holding long wooden poles and carrying fishing nets were natives of Mellaren.
Arik realized that he was a little arrogant, and as he closed his mouth, Rurik let out a sigh of relief.
My cousin is like this, because he has made a series of exploits on the battlefield at a young age, it is not surprising that the whole person's mentality has drifted.
Gevlo's suggestion Rurik takes very seriously. After all, he is not in a world of romantic fantasy stories, and he is just a flesh and blood body, and his hands do not have any magical power to confuse God with strange power. Today's matter is that I entered the territory of the Mellaren people as an ordinary traveling merchant, that is, I am posing as the "successor to the leader of Ross". How can anyone who is drunk believe it? Do not! A drunk will only think that a child who speaks loudly is owed.
"Then follow us! My lord. We are most familiar with the Mellaren Bazaar. I will ensure your safety. I also hope that you will not take the initiative to cause any trouble."
Rurik thinks Jeflo's advice is too right! He followed closely behind his mercenary captain. At this moment, his cousin Arik is not only unreliable, he might also become a factor of instability.
Take a good look at this Merlaren Bazaar, or the place where everyone is now, is just the "fishing village" of the tribe near the lake. It is not the core of the bazaar.
There are a large number of soil embryo houses, the roofs are full of piled yellow reeds, and some wooden sheds are also mixed and built.
Numerous sights give Rurik an illusion of the former Roseburg, and a large number of buildings have a strong sense of sight. It's just that because of the large number of Novgorod women's marriage in Roseburg, the collision and fusion of the two cultures is actively reflected in the architectural style. The traditional Viking-style residences of Roseburg began to turn to the more comfortable woodcuts of Novgorod, and a large number of steam sauna rooms were built, which are properly in the style of the residents of the "Eastern Land" such as the Finns and the Kovins. .
Mellarenburg is still the same, and seeing the plain clothes of a large number of passersby, these people really make Rurik both familiar and unfamiliar.
Some of the faces were a little dirty, and the boys who ran by in groups of laughing and joking made Lurik look sideways. Doesn't their innocent appearance mean that their lives are actually very rich?
However, there is always some sense of violation.
Rurik's eyes couldn't help but glanced at Carlotta, who was walking quietly next to her. She slightly hooked her head. Because of the cover of the burqa, no one knew that she was actually a girl.
Rurik looked at the earth embryo houses on both sides of the winding dirt road, as well as the people coming and going. He weakly asked Jeflo: "I saw many people carrying fish, and others carrying lambs. . Look, there are children who run by again. Mellaren people are really rich in life?"
Jeflo didn’t even want to answer: “Of course they are rich. I have never heard of Mellaren being hungry. It’s your mercenaries. They simply don’t have the right to inherit the family business, and they don’t want to be a pioneer. The farmer in the farmland has no choice but to be your soldier."
All the mercenaries listened to the ridicule of their comrades, and they all cheered up, because what Jeflo said was the truth.
"They are not hungry? Impossible? I heard that Carlotta fled here last year and almost starved to death here."
At first, Rurik didn't realize that he had said the wrong thing, until Carlotta suddenly grabbed his arm, and the girl vented her inner pain in this way.
Rurik was startled, and stopped talking.
Jeflo, who was walking in the front, turned his back to his body and shook his head helplessly: "My lord, wealth is only for the Mellarians. Those foreigners who have fled, who will help them? Unless they are slaves to the Mellarians. "
"Ah! Could it be that Olegin... he is clearly the leader. Those foreigners are not the people of his allies?"
"Forget it." Yevlo stopped abruptly and turned around: "My dear, no one is more kind than you, but this kindness may not be all good to you. Maybe you can only thank God for his grace, You can earn a lot of silver coins to use your mercy extravagantly, I think you know what I mean."
Rurik was stunned for a moment and nodded silently.
He understood what Jeflo meant ~www.novelhall.com~ and couldn't help but admire his mercenary captain. After all, he has been with Gould for so many years. Even a foolish man who has a shrewd side should know a lot of business knowledge.
Rurik believed that Olekin was undoubtedly a rescuer of those allies who were in trouble, and that he would be fine if he didn't fall into trouble, and there were no welfare institutions in this era. Hearing Gould's explanation, Rurik had to face the reality that the so-called Mind Subtribe Alliance was indeed just a tribal alliance, and the leaders of the various tribes would confederate and elect the strongest as the leader. For the ordinary people of the allied tribe, the leader may only need to restrain the residents of the various tribes in an alliance not to attack each other for their own benefit.
For the victims, they may find a chance to survive by fleeing to Mellaren. But for the Mellaren people, these guys are competitors who come to grab the living space. They don't want to cultivate wheat on the land of the Mälaren people, do not want to cut wood and burn charcoal to sell money, let alone rob the lakes with fishermen in Mälaren.
The best choice for these victims is to serve as servants for the Mellaren.
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A long boat with no special characteristics left Gould Island and headed for the beach of the Mellaron Bazaar.
Behind them are the towering wooden walls of Gould Island, the flat and busy shore and the flat land, and a large number of ships passing by.
Gould was indeed sending his ships to the Mälaren bazaar in accordance with the agreement with Rurik, and even organizing a small fleet to rush directly to the territory of the Yilmalen people in the southern part of the lake to buy the local people’s agricultural products. They all pulled back to Gould Island and piled them up in a warehouse tightly wrapped in a wall.
What Rurik didn't know was that shortly after the boat carrying him to the market left, a flat boat carrying a distinguished guest also boarded Gould Island.
This person is no one else, but the businessman Verdegen who is good at cutting all kinds of tanned leather into clothes.
For a businessman like Gould, his essence is a speculative peddler, and Fodgen, he is now an industrial capitalist, and he hires a group of women who know tailors to make leather garments and sell them for profit.
Because of this, Fodgen, because of the cold weather this year, learned of the strong desire of ordinary people in Mellaren for new clothes. He saw his superiors, but suffered from his lack of a very stable leather supplier.
A whole year! Fordgen first listened to Gould’s invitation and suggestions, and then lived in Roseburg for the entire winter, and now he thoroughly understood-following Gould, relocated the entire family business and all the servants to Roseburg. , It is a good strategy to make big money stably.
Fodgen came empty-handed, he just wanted to inform Gould that he had plans to move.
To his shock, Gould showed a few large and mighty polar bear skins, which was also a good news to this old friend.
"My friend, if you come early in the morning, you can meet Master Rurik."
"Ah! Rurik, he has come to Mellaren? Where is he?"
"He went to the market." Gould pointed to the north and looked at Fodgen's eyes. "I hope he can buy some good things at the market."
Rurik and Carlota, in order to avoid publicity, they changed into plain linen, and both wore an earthy brown linen robes. However, what was hidden under the robe was a short sword for self-defense.
Rurik is like that, his cousin dressed very low-key.
Although they are noble and have huge wealth, the important people sitting on the boat, they obeyed Gould's suggestion, all dressed up as ordinary travelers, only with swords and money bags hidden under their robes.
Rurik sat near the bow of the ship, sitting on his side, letting the cool autumn wind blow him in the face.
Behind him are more than a dozen paddlers, and Arik also acts as a paddleman.
It takes a long distance to travel from Gould Island to the market. There is nothing to do. Arik looked at his brother's eyes focusing on the lake and mountains, and couldn't help asking: "Hey! Rurik, do you want to buy something?"
"What?" Rurik turned his face.
"I'm asking you, what do you want to buy? I am hanging two pounds of silver coins for you now. Are you planning to spend them all?"
"Perhaps." Rurik shrugged helplessly. If it wasn't that he wasn't strong enough, the heavy money would be taken by himself.
"What on earth do you want to buy?!"
"Who knows? Well, go and see, I will naturally buy the one I like."
Arik was consciously embarrassed, so he deliberately teased: "I heard that the Mellaren people have a lot of wine. The guy Gould told me that there is a place called Cologe in the market where you can drink Mellaren people. Brewed wine."
Cologne? A place name?
Rurik thought for a while, it refers to a tavern.
A tavern? If it did exist, Rurik's would not be surprised at all. The so-called supply when there is demand, or the two are complementary. Since the Mälaren Lake region produces wheat, it is normal to use it for winemaking. Besides, the ale delivered to Roseburg by merchants from all over the years has almost all originated in Lake Mälaren.
Seeing his brother's interest, Arik urged him to say: "My dear, if a man can't drink, he is a coward. Gould said Cologne is a lively place. I want to see and taste Mellaren. Human wine. What about you? What do you think?"
"This……"
"Are you still hesitating? I have decided, I can definitely go and see."
What else can Rurik do about this? While agreeing in desperation, he also made an agreement with his cousin.
"It's okay to go to Cologne. You are responsible for drinking, and I will be responsible for watching. I want to see what the Mellaren people do."
What should a pub be like? An elegant and dignified interior, the bartender is neatly dressed and polite, while the bartender is skilled in the bartending business. Those alcoholics are also distinguished and elegant people, sitting at the bar, drinking cocktails, talking and laughing?
forget it.
The experience of going to a more elegant tavern can still remember some in Rurik's mind, but those are dreams that exist in another world.
Elegant bars are also aimed at elegant wine customers, or bar owners must decorate their own pubs gorgeously to create a high-end feeling, in order to attract high-spending crowds.
But the bar of the ninth century?
There was another scene in Rurik's mind.
There are a few cracked wooden tables in the dim wooden house, and the alcoholic people in the room are people with tattered clothes, wandering around, and extremely vulgar talking. They are not here to drink, I am afraid there is more alcoholism. It was a place full of violence. People who were slightly drunk only had eyes facing each other, and the hostility was instantly aroused, because there was no mechanism to stop armed fighting, and the tavern was often a den of evil.
Do Vikings have taverns too? For example, the residents of Roseburg generally drink alcohol, and there are no merchants who sell alcohol for profit. Even the wealthiest Gould has not even imagined building a tavern for so many years. The core purpose of Rurik’s spirits was to make money. Due to practical reasons, he did not plan to open a tavern under his control for greater benefit, because this matter did not exist in Roseburg.
Ships are getting closer to the destination, fishing boats are getting more and more, and the huge shantytown not far away is Mälarenburg, the core of the Mälaren people.
The Melaren tribe did not design a special wharf, and the ships passing by were manipulating long ships to directly wash the beach. After all, ordinary people who own boats are light boats, which can easily wash off the beach, and are easily pulled to the shore by the owner of the rein, even pushing it back into the lake without any effort.
The Mälaren people certainly have the ability to make large cargo ships. Professional craftsmen are never in conflict with making large ships. However, orders for large ships can only come from a few wealthy businessmen, including the wealthiest leader Olegin. Building big ships makes a lot of money, but the work of craftsmen is still to make light and cheap fishing boats, and even undertake the work of repairing ships.
The gentle shore of the lake is right in front. In order to meet the doomed beach, and to avoid being shaken off the boat by the strong shock, Rurik stood up. Like Carlotta, he grabbed a rope at hand and stared at the lower part of the bow. The oak keel digs into the mud by the lake.
After a violent shaking, the boat rushed to the beach safely. Liurik let out a long sigh of relief. He put his left hand around his burqa, and his right hand supported the boat gang. The whole person asked the camp to jump off, and his feet set foot on the territory of the Mellaren for the first time. .
Rurik landed, along with twelve other brawny men with elite weapons.
Arik and Jeflo, the two naturally dressed low-key, as did the ten mercenaries behind them. If there is anything funny, it is these mercenaries who landed, who set foot on the Mellaren Bazaar, completely returning to their hometown.
Yes, almost all the mercenaries recruited by Gould are native Mellaren.
To be fair, no one knows Mellaren better than them. For example, when the owner proposed to go to Cologne to find out, someone boldly pointed out: "That place is where the leader sells alcohol. He is selling it himself. Some sell alcohol to gain some benefits from it and expand his strength."
Regarding these matters, Rurik, who was still on the ship, followed the popularization of the mercenaries and already knew a thing or two about the tavern.
"Okay. We landed, where do we go next. Cologne?" Rurik asked his cousin, patted his body.
"Go to that place. Jeflo!" Arik yelled casually.
"My lord, what's your order."
"You know the place very well, and you act as a guide. Now take me to the place where I can drink."
"Okay. There are only a few things, I hope adults can understand."
Arik looked impatient: "What else? Drinking is a hassle? We brought the money."
"My lord, we must keep a low profile. Cologne is a chaotic place, maybe..." Jeflo looked at Liurik and Carlotta. Many. My lord, you are the bravest warrior I have ever seen. I'm afraid that you will draw your sword to kill some drunk people. That's where the leader of Mellaren sells alcohol. I'm afraid of us What happened?"
Although Jeflo is a Finn, he is a comrade-in-arms who has fought side by side for two months. Arik is very satisfied with the flattery of these comrades. However, he obviously didn't care about the warnings of his comrades.
"What are the Mellaren? They dare not attack the Danes and the Gotlands, but we have been victorious."
"Hey! Your lord!" Yevlo snarled in a low voice, his eyes instantly glaring at the various outsiders on the landing.
Arik's eyes quickly noticed some ill-intentioned eyes. It seemed that those who were holding long wooden poles and carrying fishing nets were natives of Mellaren.
Arik realized that he was a little arrogant, and as he closed his mouth, Rurik let out a sigh of relief.
My cousin is like this, because he has made a series of exploits on the battlefield at a young age, it is not surprising that the whole person's mentality has drifted.
Gevlo's suggestion Rurik takes very seriously. After all, he is not in a world of romantic fantasy stories, and he is just a flesh and blood body, and his hands do not have any magical power to confuse God with strange power. Today's matter is that I entered the territory of the Mellaren people as an ordinary traveling merchant, that is, I am posing as the "successor to the leader of Ross". How can anyone who is drunk believe it? Do not! A drunk will only think that a child who speaks loudly is owed.
"Then follow us! My lord. We are most familiar with the Mellaren Bazaar. I will ensure your safety. I also hope that you will not take the initiative to cause any trouble."
Rurik thinks Jeflo's advice is too right! He followed closely behind his mercenary captain. At this moment, his cousin Arik is not only unreliable, he might also become a factor of instability.
Take a good look at this Merlaren Bazaar, or the place where everyone is now, is just the "fishing village" of the tribe near the lake. It is not the core of the bazaar.
There are a large number of soil embryo houses, the roofs are full of piled yellow reeds, and some wooden sheds are also mixed and built.
Numerous sights give Rurik an illusion of the former Roseburg, and a large number of buildings have a strong sense of sight. It's just that because of the large number of Novgorod women's marriage in Roseburg, the collision and fusion of the two cultures is actively reflected in the architectural style. The traditional Viking-style residences of Roseburg began to turn to the more comfortable woodcuts of Novgorod, and a large number of steam sauna rooms were built, which are properly in the style of the residents of the "Eastern Land" such as the Finns and the Kovins. .
Mellarenburg is still the same, and seeing the plain clothes of a large number of passersby, these people really make Rurik both familiar and unfamiliar.
Some of the faces were a little dirty, and the boys who ran by in groups of laughing and joking made Lurik look sideways. Doesn't their innocent appearance mean that their lives are actually very rich?
However, there is always some sense of violation.
Rurik's eyes couldn't help but glanced at Carlotta, who was walking quietly next to her. She slightly hooked her head. Because of the cover of the burqa, no one knew that she was actually a girl.
Rurik looked at the earth embryo houses on both sides of the winding dirt road, as well as the people coming and going. He weakly asked Jeflo: "I saw many people carrying fish, and others carrying lambs. . Look, there are children who run by again. Mellaren people are really rich in life?"
Jeflo didn’t even want to answer: “Of course they are rich. I have never heard of Mellaren being hungry. It’s your mercenaries. They simply don’t have the right to inherit the family business, and they don’t want to be a pioneer. The farmer in the farmland has no choice but to be your soldier."
All the mercenaries listened to the ridicule of their comrades, and they all cheered up, because what Jeflo said was the truth.
"They are not hungry? Impossible? I heard that Carlotta fled here last year and almost starved to death here."
At first, Rurik didn't realize that he had said the wrong thing, until Carlotta suddenly grabbed his arm, and the girl vented her inner pain in this way.
Rurik was startled, and stopped talking.
Jeflo, who was walking in the front, turned his back to his body and shook his head helplessly: "My lord, wealth is only for the Mellarians. Those foreigners who have fled, who will help them? Unless they are slaves to the Mellarians. "
"Ah! Could it be that Olegin... he is clearly the leader. Those foreigners are not the people of his allies?"
"Forget it." Yevlo stopped abruptly and turned around: "My dear, no one is more kind than you, but this kindness may not be all good to you. Maybe you can only thank God for his grace, You can earn a lot of silver coins to use your mercy extravagantly, I think you know what I mean."
Rurik was stunned for a moment and nodded silently.
He understood what Jeflo meant ~www.novelhall.com~ and couldn't help but admire his mercenary captain. After all, he has been with Gould for so many years. Even a foolish man who has a shrewd side should know a lot of business knowledge.
Rurik believed that Olekin was undoubtedly a rescuer of those allies who were in trouble, and that he would be fine if he didn't fall into trouble, and there were no welfare institutions in this era. Hearing Gould's explanation, Rurik had to face the reality that the so-called Mind Subtribe Alliance was indeed just a tribal alliance, and the leaders of the various tribes would confederate and elect the strongest as the leader. For the ordinary people of the allied tribe, the leader may only need to restrain the residents of the various tribes in an alliance not to attack each other for their own benefit.
For the victims, they may find a chance to survive by fleeing to Mellaren. But for the Mellaren people, these guys are competitors who come to grab the living space. They don't want to cultivate wheat on the land of the Mälaren people, do not want to cut wood and burn charcoal to sell money, let alone rob the lakes with fishermen in Mälaren.
The best choice for these victims is to serve as servants for the Mellaren.
In order to facilitate the next reading, you can click on the "Favorites" below to record the reading record of this time (Chapter 329 Rülik's First Step into the Domain of the Mellaren), and you can see it next time you open the bookshelf!
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You can search for the "Rise of Rurik in Baidu to find the latest chapter!A long boat with no special characteristics left Gould Island and headed for the beach of the Mellaron Bazaar.Behind them are the towering wooden walls of Gould Island, the flat and busy shore and the flat land, and a large number of ships passing by.Gould was indeed sending his ships to the Mlaren bazaar in accordance with the agreement with Rurik, and even organizing a small fleet to rush directly to the territory of the Yilmalen people in the southern part of the lake to buy the local people's agricultural products. They all pulled back to Gould Island and piled them up in a warehouse tightly wrapped in a wall.What Rurik didn't know was that shortly after the boat carrying him to the market left, a flat boat carrying a distinguished guest also boarded Gould Island.This person is no one else, but the businessman Verdegen who is good at cutting all kinds of tanned leather into clothes.For a businessman like Gould, his essence is a speculative peddler, and Fodgen, he is now an industrial capitalist, and he hires a group of women who know tailors to make leather garments and sell them for profit.Because of this, Fodgen, because of the cold weather this year, learned of the strong desire of ordinary people in Mellaren for new clothes. He saw his superiors, but suffered from his lack of a very stable leather supplier.A whole year! Fordgen first listened to Gould's invitation and suggestions, and then lived in Roseburg for the entire winter, and now he thoroughly understood-following Gould, relocated the entire family business and all the servants to Roseburg. , It is a good strategy to make big money stably.Fodgen came empty-handed, he just wanted to inform Gould that he had plans to move.To his shock, Gould showed a few large and mighty polar bear skins, which was also a good news to this old friend."My friend, if you come early in the morning, you can meet Master Rurik.""Ah! Rurik, he has come to Mellaren? Where is he?""He went to the market." Gould pointed to the north and looked at Fodgen's eyes. "I hope he can buy some good things at the market."Rurik and Carlota, in order to avoid publicity, they changed into plain linen, and both wore an earthy brown linen robes. However, what was hidden under the robe was a short sword for self-defense.Rurik is like that, his cousin dressed very low-key.Although they are noble and have huge wealth, the important people sitting on the boat, they obeyed Gould's suggestion, all dressed up as ordinary travelers, only with swords and money bags hidden under their robes.Rurik sat near the bow of the ship, sitting on his side, letting the cool autumn wind blow him in the face.Behind him are more than a dozen paddlers, and Arik also acts as a paddleman.It takes a long distance to travel from Gould Island to the market. There is nothing to do. Arik looked at his brother's eyes focusing on the lake and mountains, and couldn't help asking: "Hey! Rurik, do you want to buy something?""What?" Rurik turned his face."I'm asking you, what do you want to buy? I am hanging two pounds of silver coins for you now. Are you planning to spend them all?""Perhaps." Rurik shrugged helplessly. If it wasn't that he wasn't strong enough, the heavy money would be taken by himself."What on earth do you want to buy?!""Who knows? Well, go and see, I will naturally buy the one I like."Arik was consciously embarrassed, so he deliberately teased: "I heard that the Mellaren people have a lot of wine. The guy Gould told me that there is a place called Cologe in the market where you can drink Mellaren people. Brewed wine."Cologne? A place name?Rurik thought for a while, it refers to a tavern.A tavern? If it did exist, Rurik's would not be surprised at all. The so-called supply when there is demand, or the two are complementary. Since the Mlaren Lake region produces wheat, it is normal to use it for winemaking. Besides, the ale delivered to Roseburg by merchants from all over the years has almost all originated in Lake Mlaren.Seeing his brother's interest, Arik urged him to say: "My dear, if a man can't drink, he is a coward. Gould said Cologne is a lively place. I want to see and taste Mellaren. Human wine. What about you? What do you think?""This""Are you still hesitating? I have decided, I can definitely go and see."What else can Rurik do about this? While agreeing in desperation, he also made an agreement with his cousin."It's okay to go to Cologne. You are responsible for drinking, and I will be responsible for watching. I want to see what the Mellaren people do."What should a pub be like? An elegant and dignified interior, the bartender is neatly dressed and polite, while the bartender is skilled in the bartending business. Those alcoholics are also distinguished and elegant people, sitting at the bar, drinking cocktails, talking and laughing?forget it.The experience of going to a more elegant tavern can still remember some in Rurik's mind, but those are dreams that exist in another world.Elegant bars are also aimed at elegant wine customers, or bar owners must decorate their own pubs gorgeously to create a high-end feeling, in order to attract high-spending crowds.But the bar of the ninth century?There was another scene in Rurik's mind.There are a few cracked wooden tables in the dim wooden house, and the alcoholic people in the room are people with tattered clothes, wandering around, and extremely vulgar talking. They are not here to drink, I am afraid there is more alcoholism. It was a place full of violence. People who were slightly drunk only had eyes facing each other, and the hostility was instantly aroused, because there was no mechanism to stop armed fighting, and the tavern was often a den of evil.Do Vikings have taverns too? For example, the residents of Roseburg generally drink alcohol, and there are no merchants who sell alcohol for profit. Even the wealthiest Gould has not even imagined building a tavern for so many years. The core purpose of Rurik's spirits was to make money. Due to practical reasons, he did not plan to open a tavern under his control for greater benefit, because this matter did not exist in Roseburg.Ships are getting closer to the destination, fishing boats are getting more and more, and the huge shantytown not far away is Mlarenburg, the core of the Mlaren people.The Melaren tribe did not design a special wharf, and the ships passing by were manipulating long ships to directly wash the beach. After all, ordinary people who own boats are light boats, which can easily wash off the beach, and are easily pulled to the shore by the owner of the rein, even pushing it back into the lake without any effort.The Mlaren people certainly have the ability to make large cargo ships. Professional craftsmen are never in conflict with making large ships. However, orders for large ships can only come from a few wealthy businessmen, including the wealthiest leader Olegin. Building big ships makes a lot of money, but the work of craftsmen is still to make light and cheap fishing boats, and even undertake the work of repairing ships.The gentle shore of the lake is right in front. In order to meet the doomed beach, and to avoid being shaken off the boat by the strong shock, Rurik stood up. Like Carlotta, he grabbed a rope at hand and stared at the lower part of the bow. The oak keel digs into the mud by the lake.After a violent shaking, the boat rushed to the beach safely. Liurik let out a long sigh of relief. He put his left hand around his burqa, and his right hand supported the boat gang. The whole person asked the camp to jump off, and his feet set foot on the territory of the Mellaren for the first time. .Rurik landed, along with twelve other brawny men with elite weapons.Arik and Jeflo, the two naturally dressed low-key, as did the ten mercenaries behind them. If there is anything funny, it is these mercenaries who landed, who set foot on the Mellaren Bazaar, completely returning to their hometown.Yes, almost all the mercenaries recruited by Gould are native Mellaren.To be fair, no one knows Mellaren better than them. For example, when the owner proposed to go to Cologne to find out, someone boldly pointed out: "That place is where the leader sells alcohol. He is selling it himself. Some sell alcohol to gain some benefits from it and expand his strength."Regarding these matters, Rurik, who was still on the ship, followed the popularization of the mercenaries and already knew a thing or two about the tavern."Okay. We landed, where do we go next. Cologne?" Rurik asked his cousin, patted his body."Go to that place. Jeflo!" Arik yelled casually."My lord, what's your order.""You know the place very well, and you act as a guide. Now take me to the place where I can drink.""Okay. There are only a few things, I hope adults can understand."Arik looked impatient: "What else? Drinking is a hassle? We brought the money.""My lord, we must keep a low profile. Cologne is a chaotic place, maybe..." Jeflo looked at Liurik and Carlotta. Many. My lord, you are the bravest warrior I have ever seen. I'm afraid that you will draw your sword to kill some drunk people. That's where the leader of Mellaren sells alcohol. I'm afraid of us What happened?"Although Jeflo is a Finn, he is a comrade-in-arms who has fought side by side for two months. Arik is very satisfied with the flattery of these comrades. However, he obviously didn't care about the warnings of his comrades."What are the Mellaren? They dare not attack the Danes and the Gotlands, but we have been victorious.""Hey! Your lord!" Yevlo snarled in a low voice, his eyes instantly glaring at the various outsiders on the landing.Arik's eyes quickly noticed some ill-intentioned eyes. It seemed that those who were holding long wooden poles and carrying fishing nets were natives of Mellaren.Arik realized that he was a little arrogant, and as he closed his mouth, Rurik let out a sigh of relief.My cousin is like this, because he has made a series of exploits on the battlefield at a young age, it is not surprising that the whole person's mentality has drifted.Gevlo's suggestion Rurik takes very seriously. After all, he is not in a world of romantic fantasy stories, and he is just a flesh and blood body, and his hands do not have any magical power to confuse God with strange power. Today's matter is that I entered the territory of the Mellaren people as an ordinary traveling merchant, that is, I am posing as the "successor to the leader of Ross". How can anyone who is drunk believe it? Do not! A drunk will only think that a child who speaks loudly is owed."Then follow us! My lord. We are most familiar with the Mellaren Bazaar. I will ensure your safety. I also hope that you will not take the initiative to cause any trouble."Rurik thinks Jeflo's advice is too right! He followed closely behind his mercenary captain. At this moment, his cousin Arik is not only unreliable, he might also become a factor of instability.Take a good look at this Merlaren Bazaar, or the place where everyone is now, is just the "fishing village" of the tribe near the lake. It is not the core of the bazaar.There are a large number of soil embryo houses, the roofs are full of piled yellow reeds, and some wooden sheds are also mixed and built.Numerous sights give Rurik an illusion of the former Roseburg, and a large number of buildings have a strong sense of sight. It's just that because of the large number of Novgorod women's marriage in Roseburg, the collision and fusion of the two cultures is actively reflected in the architectural style. The traditional Viking-style residences of Roseburg began to turn to the more comfortable woodcuts of Novgorod, and a large number of steam sauna rooms were built, which are properly in the style of the residents of the "Eastern Land" such as the Finns and the Kovins. .Mellarenburg is still the same, and seeing the plain clothes of a large number of passersby, these people really make Rurik both familiar and unfamiliar.Some of the faces were a little dirty, and the boys who ran by in groups of laughing and joking made Lurik look sideways. Doesn't their innocent appearance mean that their lives are actually very rich?However, there is always some sense of violation.Rurik's eyes couldn't help but glanced at Carlotta, who was walking quietly next to her. She slightly hooked her head. Because of the cover of the burqa, no one knew that she was actually a girl.Rurik looked at the earth embryo houses on both sides of the winding dirt road, as well as the people coming and going. He weakly asked Jeflo: "I saw many people carrying fish, and others carrying lambs. . Look, there are children who run by again. Mellaren people are really rich in life?"Jeflo didn't even want to answer: Of course they are rich. I have never heard of Mellaren being hungry. It's your mercenaries. They simply don't have the right to inherit the family business, and they don't want to be a pioneer. The farmer in the farmland has no choice but to be your soldier."All the mercenaries listened to the ridicule of their comrades, and they all cheered up, because what Jeflo said was the truth."They are not hungry? Impossible? I heard that Carlotta fled here last year and almost starved to death here."At first, Rurik didn't realize that he had said the wrong thing, until Carlotta suddenly grabbed his arm, and the girl vented her inner pain in this way.Rurik was startled, and stopped talking.Jeflo, who was walking in the front, turned his back to his body and shook his head helplessly: "My lord, wealth is only for the Mellarians. Those foreigners who have fled, who will help them? Unless they are slaves to the Mellarians. ""Ah! Could it be that Olegin... he is clearly the leader. Those foreigners are not the people of his allies?""Forget it." Yevlo stopped abruptly and turned around: "My dear, no one is more kind than you, but this kindness may not be all good to you. Maybe you can only thank God for his grace, You can earn a lot of silver coins to use your mercy extravagantly, I think you know what I mean."Rurik was stunned for a moment and nodded silently.He understood what Jeflo meant ~www.novelhall.com~ and couldn't help but admire his mercenary captain. After all, he has been with Gould for so many years. Even a foolish man who has a shrewd side should know a lot of business knowledge.Rurik believed that Olekin was undoubtedly a rescuer of those allies who were in trouble, and that he would be fine if he didn't fall into trouble, and there were no welfare institutions in this era. Hearing Gould's explanation, Rurik had to face the reality that the so-called Mind Subtribe Alliance was indeed just a tribal alliance, and the leaders of the various tribes would confederate and elect the strongest as the leader. For the ordinary people of the allied tribe, the leader may only need to restrain the residents of the various tribes in an alliance not to attack each other for their own benefit.For the victims, they may find a chance to survive by fleeing to Mellaren. But for the Mellaren people, these guys are competitors who come to grab the living space. They don't want to cultivate wheat on the land of the Mlaren people, do not want to cut wood and burn charcoal to sell money, let alone rob the lakes with fishermen in Mlaren.The best choice for these victims is to serve as servants for the Mellaren.In order to facilitate the next reading, you can click on the "Favorites" below to record the reading record of this time Chapter 329 Rlik's First Step into the Domain of the Mellaren, and you can see it next time you open the bookshelf!If you like "The Rise of Rurik", please recommend this book to your friends QQ, blog, WeChat, etc., thank you for your support! !
