Chapter 754: Prince's Banquet
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Regarding what kind of Slavic people live in Kiev in this time and space, the Rus Principality will conquer and incorporate them sooner or later. Compared with the residents, nothing is more important than the land around Kiev!
That is a large area of black land, even without farmyard manure, it can maintain high yields in the current time and space. As for it is a natural, easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack place of the Four Wars, it is nothing compared to the unprecedented benefits that can be captured.
Horses are not worth such a high price, and Rurik can understand that the so-called price depends on the horse's mouth. These are indeed rare horses, but these merchants came from the Slavic mass groups in Kiev, and they can naturally confess a huge amount of information about the people of the South.
They are nothing but merchants, the south is the Slavs and the era of the tribal alliance. There is no large national group in the south, so businessmen will not have any loyal objects. In other words, the most loyal of businessmen is money. If they promise big benefits, or make them immediately feel that trade is profitable, they will What you know and hear speaks plainly.
Hosting a banquet to entertain the horses is also to stabilize them. If they do have the identity of the season, they must be able to win, and it is necessary to take the opportunity to win some rewards and hang their appetites.
It is necessary to squeeze out all the information known by the horses, and express the goodwill of the Principality of Rus to the people on the side of Kiev from their mouths.
After all, the strategy of distant communication and close attack is really a great wisdom.
After all, the Principality of Rus wants to rule Kiev. It would be great if it can finally be won there by a relatively peaceful means. At least the present and the next ten years will probably lack strategic opportunities. Naturally, these years will naturally have a safe trade with them, so that Rus can use it to do business. A large amount of Pechenegma is great.
The Maksakyi group turned into guests. They were lucky enough to enter the palace of Prince Ross and have dinner with the prince and other elites of the principality.
Of course, Medvedt and Old Otto really felt that Rurik’s etiquette was overdoing. They were all involved. They only took care of their own food and drink throughout the whole process, and didn’t care about what they felt like getting out of a pit. All novel bugs.
The floor is leveled and the table is level. The table in front of each person is equipped with crystal plates and crystal bowls. Such miserable tableware carries many delicacies!
In fact, they were just some dried fruit and cold meat slices at the beginning, which was enough to startle the horse crew trembling all over.
Sakyi stared at the glass plate, and he muttered wildly in his heart: "I'm afraid I won't be able to change such a plate with a horse. If I accidentally break a corner, they won't be able to cut my head away."
Instead, Sackyi became nervous about using too precious tableware.
He took the dark red dried raspberry from the glass bowl with extreme care and put it in his mouth, enjoying the sweetness that is extremely difficult to enjoy in normal days.
Wait a minute, the taste of this dried fruit is extraordinary, it is absolutely soaked in honey, it is an extremely sweet candied fruit.
There is also a lot of jerky on the plate, which seems to be beef and venison. They have the right amount of salt. It is fair to say that this kind of jerky is really an excellent dry food for travel.
The transparent cup contains brown-yellow ale, and the other cup also contains dark, slightly sweet kvass.
Seeing that the guests started to move their hands, this Indian style of eating is really inelegant.
Liurik knocked on the table specially: "Everyone, follow my rules in my territory. You...Stop!"
The last words stopped the horses' behavior.
Sakyi quickly put a smile on his face to apologize: "The great prince, what kind of courtesy should we..."
"Of course..." Rurik thought for a while and had an idea, "How about having dinner with guests from far away in your hometown of Kiev?"
"We? Offer roasted big leba and salt, and have a meal with a roasted sheep by the campfire."
Bread and salt, this custom of Slavs took shape in the ninth century?
Rurik shrugged: "If it's just bread and salt, you are about to taste it. Now what is before you are just some snacks before the meal, and the perfect meal is still to come. Then in our interest, lift yours. Wine glasses, sipping our Ross ale, and the Kvass that your Slavs like."
Rurik took the lead in raising the ale, implying that the Nordic Rus were the real rulers. Otto, Medvedt and others sullen their faces to accompany toasts.
Is this the etiquette of the Ross people? If they like drinking very much, they are also very willing to accompany them. Sacky drank a glass of wine with joy, and watched Prince Ross raise another glass.
It takes a little time to wait for a good meal, and the most chatting moment is when you wait.
As the wine enters the stomach, the alcohol eliminates a lot of restraint.
Rurik immediately asked about the people of Kiev, and even the people living nearby, about Smolensk and Pskov.
Sakyi was in a flurry, completely unaware that he had fallen into the scheme of Prince Ross. He completely ignored the existence of the beautiful and young Rose Queen Svetlana, but just noticed that the woman was playing with a feather at the desk by his eyes.
In fact, Svetlana is not moved by the snacks now and the big meals in the future. She is noble, and it is normal for her to attend the banquet and sit next to her husband. With paper, quill and ink in front of her, she was instructed to write down as much as possible Sakyi's eloquent words. Rurik's request is not extreme. He only asks his wife to record as much as possible and to sort out key information from a large amount of saliva written records. This is the responsibility of the prince.
It is said that after drinking, Rurik really heard some interesting and detailed descriptions of Sakyi.
A very significant fact lies in front of us: Kiev and Smolensk, in principle, have a blood alliance, but in the present years, this alliance has become quite fragile.
Kiev, Smolensk, and Pskov belong to the huge Krivic tribe alliance, and its meaning is just like the description of its name, with a strong meaning of "blood as an alliance".
Because of the scattered development of the brother tribes, they will gradually split in the coming years, and it is normal in Eastern Europe where transportation is quite difficult. Besides, when it comes to ancient history, the Irmenslav is not split from the Kriwicz.
Rurik had to suspect that it was because of this unauthorized split that the other party's jealousy was caused.
Can't hatred be eliminated in a hundred years? I am afraid that the hatred has long since dissipated, but this horse utterly described the residents of Smolensk as unwelcome to the northern Ilmen.
Ma Ke can only be sure: "Our chief wants to go to the north to do business, but no one dares to take risks. Countless pairs of eyes are staring at the success or failure of our brothers. Once our transaction with the prince is completed, there will be more The Kiev businessmen from Russia went north. We are not afraid of the Smolensk people charging tolls. Our brothers have found another harder but safer path. If you need to sell goods, we are reliable businessmen."
Rurik was excited, still suppressing excitement on the bright side, he deliberately asked: "So you actually got the command of the leader."
"No. We acted spontaneously, it's just that our actions are known to everyone."
"Very good. Now I declare that your trade has been successful."
Sakyi was very happy when he heard it, and he said with a grin: "It's half the battle. We want to buy..." Under the influence of alcohol, he poured a glass bowl of raspberry preserves into a glass containing meat. In the plate, he held the bowl high and said: "I like this kind of tableware very much, it must be very expensive. Since we have sold horses, it is worthwhile to directly exchange for some of this crystal tableware."
"You... want this very much?" Rurik trembled with excitement, his whole body leaning forward.
When Sakyi saw this, he misunderstood and thought that the prince was unwilling to sell. He hurriedly lobbied as a businessman: "We Kyiv often trade with the Pecheneg people for their horses and iron in exchange for wheat, linen, and slaves. You are very much. I like steeds, and I also like this crystal device. If you can please my leader, you will get more horses."
Rurik suddenly narrowed his eyes: "You can still catch slaves?"
"La Mickeys, and Delevrians, etc.. We arrested their men and sold them, women, hehe, naturally we kept them as wives."
"Slaves are sold to Pechenegg's horsemen?"
"Exactly."
In fact, by hearing these names, Rurik could conclude that it was some other Slavic tribe. Although they are all Slavs, it is normal that the various tribal alliances continue to fight. They should have been grouped into a unified nation, and apparently relying on their own strength, they can at most create a bunch of small emirates.
If anyone can unify them, only Rose!
At this stage, the Rus Principality lacks the strength to attack the Kiev Group. It has only a deeper understanding of their situation until today. As for the southern neighbor, Smolensk, it still knows very little. The Principality of Ross is already too big, like an anaconda devouring a cow, it takes a long time to digest the prey. The reality forces the Principality to seize the time to rectify its internal affairs. For a period of time, it is necessary to hide its power and bide its time.
An extremely vicious situation was clearly set before the principality.
The Principality’s merchandise dumping station in Denmark has been taken over by the enemy. How can it be cured if there is no stronghold to collect money. If there are no big buyers, every spring will become "squirrel skin slow-sales help us." Who will help in the end? Who has the financial resources to help?
I am afraid that the Slavs of Kiev will become a great savior. Because the residents of Kiev are not big buyers themselves, they can deliver goods to the Pechenegs and even sell them to East Rome. As long as they can make money as intermediaries, they will be willing to purchase goods in Rose.
Rurik slammed the table immediately, and the sound really shocked all the people. Old Otto, who was shaking his head, also raised his head to look at his son and complained: "What are you doing with such a loud noise!"
Rurik stretched out a serious face, pointed his right hand at the stunned Marxakyi, and laughed out: "I like you! You want to do business with us, and I also want to do business with you. I appreciate the desire of your leader. You can rest assured that you will return with a lot of goods. As for these glassware, I will sell it to you."
"Ah! So what's the price?"
"The price of glassware? It won't be so expensive that you are faint. Two glasses of wine are still not full, so let's continue drinking."
According to Sakyi’s account, gathering people to drink in Kiev is a way to pull in relationships. If this behavior is a means of friendship, it is obvious that this approach has been discovered all over the world.
In Ross's case, the per capita food holdings are extremely high due to special reasons, and the cost of winemaking has dropped. Every household has a jar to brew low-alcohol ale. The Slav families can't help making ale, and also kvass by the way.
Since there is a chance of coveting and staggering, it should be swigged, so Qiongjiangyuye was offered.
Rurik was slightly drunk, and he had already thought of the grand occasion of selling goods to Kiev to earn a lot of horses, and he had the first time to drink more. Looking at Otto and Medvedt again, both of them talked about drinking, their sullen faces all bloomed with joy.
Rurik held the glass vial, motioned to the ten horsemen with their eyes shining, and shouted very loudly: "You guys! Look at what this is! Open the lid, this is the water of life! It's the perfect wine! Here it is! I drink!"
Her husband was already drunk, and Svetlana was a little uncomfortable, frowning and daring not stop.
Excited by his drunkenness, Rurik simply poured the liquor into a special glass goblet, and saw that the liquor was as clear as water. It seems that it is really water? The air is filled with a strange smell of alcohol and will not lie.
There has never been a scene of "the room is full of wine", and the following scenes have surpassed his understanding of the world.
The eyes of the ten horsemen stared like copper bells, and the eyeballs were a step away from the collapse.
Look at Rurik, Prince Russ, this young man's glass has become a torch!
The burning goblet was held high, and Rurik muttered with a sense of ritual: "Life is like a fire. In a limited life, we should all be beating like flames. Slavs worship flames. Look, you all, in my hand. The spirits are burning, and I will drink it. I dare say that Peron, the **** of fire, you believe in, will bless me. I am indeed a great person."
The words are actually a bit self-explanatory, and Rurik is indeed incoherent because of his enthusiasm.
A bottle of vodka is poured into a goblet for about two or two, and the degree actually exceeds 50°. This is an Eastern European Erguotou made from wheat and oats. The taste is naturally very strong.
Rurik held up the flaming wine and drank it in public. From the perspective of Sakyi and other horsemen, he undoubtedly saw a kind of magic.
Forget it, Rurik gave a deep hiccup...
"My lord. Are you... okay." Sakyi said in shock.
"It's okay, I feel very warm in my stomach. You... should also try. If you want to do business with me, just follow my rules and don't live up to my expectations of you."
The goblets were handed over one by one, the spirits were pulled out of the bottle caps, and the liquor was ignited by the oil lamps on the table.
The ten horsemen resisted at first. Would everyone eat a ball of flames into their stomachs, would they be burned alive without the blessing of Vulcan?
Wait a minute! The fair-haired Rose Prince Rurik clearly knew he was a Varang, and he himself was blessed by the **** of fire. Isn't he a natural king? If you have a good relationship with him, will Vulcan protect him?
This time, Rurik made his best use of the situation, and made the horsemen drink a glass of flaming wine as a fame behavior.
Sakyi did it desperately, and the flaming liquor entered his stomach, and he didn't seem to feel crazy.
As for some people, they are quite unlucky. The burning liquor burned some beards, but fortunately, they extinguished the bad fruits in time.
Rurik nodded and deliberately said: "This is the most perfect wine in the world. It has the power of the **** of fire. It is an enjoyment that your leaders can't experience. I am a benevolent prince, since you have drunk the flames. The wine has gone through the trial of Vulcan, and the tall cup and bottle will be rewarded to you!"
Prince Ross shot so lavishly? Sakyi’s head has not been eroded by excessive alcohol. This hastily shouted that the prince is a great saint, and even threatened to return to his hometown in Kiev to introduce the kindness of the prince of Rus to the people in his hometown.
Indeed, Rurik's Eastern soul can't help but pay attention to courtesy. On the surface, this is the case, but in reality, he still establishes his position as a patriarch. Subjects are all children under this philosophical system, and the prince is the father of all people. The father naturally rewards the son more, even if it is possible to cultivate a rebellious son.
These horses are unofficial ambassadors of the Kievans, and likewise they can even become official ambassadors of the Rus Principality.
Rurik could not be very radical to send his team directly to Kiev. After all, it seems that the Kiev horses have only one day of work. In the future, they need to live in Novgorod for a while and observe them carefully, and even in the spring. Then make an agreement about trade. Because spring plowing is also a good show, let the horse visitors take a good look at the farming techniques of the Duchy of Ross. As the Slavs of the Kyiv community, which is a purely farming nation, Rurik is convinced that they will be very concerned about Quyuanli, and then there will be peace sales.
Finally, the real hard dishes have completed all the complicated processing procedures.
This is a roasted deer. Before the venison is stuffed and roasted, a layer of honey is applied. That is, the process of applying honey is time-consuming and laborious.
The staple food is also a large baked loaf with Slavic characteristics. It is not used for rye bread. What is presented is slices of bread baked with high-gluten wheat from the hardy varieties of Britain.
It is vulgar to tear meat and take bread with your hands. At least in the Duchy of Ross, Rurik ordered all the cubs to observe and implement the three tableware principles of chopsticks, spoons and knives. He described eating with bare hands as having stiff hands. As stupid. The cubs who want to be strong in comparison naturally don't want to be honest with their partners, and use chopsticks to eat honestly. As a result, one or two training sessions are extremely flexible for a while. As for eating with a knife, without him, this is the way of the Rus ancestors, which is really immutable and unchangeable.
That is, everyone is busy drinking ~www.novelhall.com~ The final spirits are about four or two, which is a hundred milliliters of pure alcohol.
For this group of horsemen, who can only drink a small amount of low-alcohol ale, they drank such a large amount of alcohol and quickly came to the head.
They groaned and ate the barbecue frantically tore the fluffy big slices of bread, swaying and lying down one by one.
Looking at Otto and Medvedt again, they also slowly lay on the floor with a smirk.
"Can I continue to eat like this? I drink all the pieces!" Rurik thought subjectively, but his body didn't want to.
He muttered to his wife next to him: "This time I... really drank too much. Don't be afraid, I'm just drunk. Go... call someone. Pull everyone back to sleep."
No matter what, he slept directly on his wife's lap, and soon snored. The speechless Svetlana patted her husband's face vigorously and saw that the snoring still persisted, so she had to stand up and rushed to the gate of the palace to greet him. The guard moved people away. By the way, I also ordered the guards present as a queen: "I don't care if you have dinner or not, this part of the roast deer will be rewarded to you, remember not to waste food."
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Regarding what kind of Slavic people live in Kiev in this time and space, the Rus Principality will conquer and incorporate them sooner or later. Compared with the residents, nothing is more important than the land around Kiev!
That is a large area of black land, even without farmyard manure, it can maintain high yields in the current time and space. As for it is a natural, easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack place of the Four Wars, it is nothing compared to the unprecedented benefits that can be captured.
Horses are not worth such a high price, and Rurik can understand that the so-called price depends on the horse's mouth. These are indeed rare horses, but these merchants came from the Slavic mass groups in Kiev, and they can naturally confess a huge amount of information about the people of the South.
They are nothing but merchants, the south is the Slavs and the era of the tribal alliance. There is no large national group in the south, so businessmen will not have any loyal objects. In other words, the most loyal of businessmen is money. If they promise big benefits, or make them immediately feel that trade is profitable, they will What you know and hear speaks plainly.
Hosting a banquet to entertain the horses is also to stabilize them. If they do have the identity of the season, they must be able to win, and it is necessary to take the opportunity to win some rewards and hang their appetites.
It is necessary to squeeze out all the information known by the horses, and express the goodwill of the Principality of Rus to the people on the side of Kiev from their mouths.
After all, the strategy of distant communication and close attack is really a great wisdom.
After all, the Principality of Rus wants to rule Kiev. It would be great if it can finally be won there by a relatively peaceful means. At least the present and the next ten years will probably lack strategic opportunities. Naturally, these years will naturally have a safe trade with them, so that Rus can use it to do business. A large amount of Pechenegma is great.
The Maksakyi group turned into guests. They were lucky enough to enter the palace of Prince Ross and have dinner with the prince and other elites of the principality.
Of course, Medvedt and Old Otto really felt that Rurik’s etiquette was overdoing. They were all involved. They only took care of their own food and drink throughout the whole process, and didn’t care about what they felt like getting out of a pit. All novel bugs.
The floor is leveled and the table is level. The table in front of each person is equipped with crystal plates and crystal bowls. Such miserable tableware carries many delicacies!
In fact, they were just some dried fruit and cold meat slices at the beginning, which was enough to startle the horse crew trembling all over.
Sakyi stared at the glass plate, and he muttered wildly in his heart: "I'm afraid I won't be able to change such a plate with a horse. If I accidentally break a corner, they won't be able to cut my head away."
Instead, Sackyi became nervous about using too precious tableware.
He took the dark red dried raspberry from the glass bowl with extreme care and put it in his mouth, enjoying the sweetness that is extremely difficult to enjoy in normal days.
Wait a minute, the taste of this dried fruit is extraordinary, it is absolutely soaked in honey, it is an extremely sweet candied fruit.
There is also a lot of jerky on the plate, which seems to be beef and venison. They have the right amount of salt. It is fair to say that this kind of jerky is really an excellent dry food for travel.
The transparent cup contains brown-yellow ale, and the other cup also contains dark, slightly sweet kvass.
Seeing that the guests started to move their hands, this Indian style of eating is really inelegant.
Liurik knocked on the table specially: "Everyone, follow my rules in my territory. You...Stop!"
The last words stopped the horses' behavior.
Sakyi quickly put a smile on his face to apologize: "The great prince, what kind of courtesy should we..."
"Of course..." Rurik thought for a while and had an idea, "How about having dinner with guests from far away in your hometown of Kiev?"
"We? Offer roasted big leba and salt, and have a meal with a roasted sheep by the campfire."
Bread and salt, this custom of Slavs took shape in the ninth century?
Rurik shrugged: "If it's just bread and salt, you are about to taste it. Now what is before you are just some snacks before the meal, and the perfect meal is still to come. Then in our interest, lift yours. Wine glasses, sipping our Ross ale, and the Kvass that your Slavs like."
Rurik took the lead in raising the ale, implying that the Nordic Rus were the real rulers. Otto, Medvedt and others sullen their faces to accompany toasts.
Is this the etiquette of the Ross people? If they like drinking very much, they are also very willing to accompany them. Sacky drank a glass of wine with joy, and watched Prince Ross raise another glass.
It takes a little time to wait for a good meal, and the most chatting moment is when you wait.
As the wine enters the stomach, the alcohol eliminates a lot of restraint.
Rurik immediately asked about the people of Kiev, and even the people living nearby, about Smolensk and Pskov.
Sakyi was in a flurry, completely unaware that he had fallen into the scheme of Prince Ross. He completely ignored the existence of the beautiful and young Rose Queen Svetlana, but just noticed that the woman was playing with a feather at the desk by his eyes.
In fact, Svetlana is not moved by the snacks now and the big meals in the future. She is noble, and it is normal for her to attend the banquet and sit next to her husband. With paper, quill and ink in front of her, she was instructed to write down as much as possible Sakyi's eloquent words. Rurik's request is not extreme. He only asks his wife to record as much as possible and to sort out key information from a large amount of saliva written records. This is the responsibility of the prince.
It is said that after drinking, Rurik really heard some interesting and detailed descriptions of Sakyi.
A very significant fact lies in front of us: Kiev and Smolensk, in principle, have a blood alliance, but in the present years, this alliance has become quite fragile.
Kiev, Smolensk, and Pskov belong to the huge Krivic tribe alliance, and its meaning is just like the description of its name, with a strong meaning of "blood as an alliance".
Because of the scattered development of the brother tribes, they will gradually split in the coming years, and it is normal in Eastern Europe where transportation is quite difficult. Besides, when it comes to ancient history, the Irmenslav is not split from the Kriwicz.
Rurik had to suspect that it was because of this unauthorized split that the other party's jealousy was caused.
Can't hatred be eliminated in a hundred years? I am afraid that the hatred has long since dissipated, but this horse utterly described the residents of Smolensk as unwelcome to the northern Ilmen.
Ma Ke can only be sure: "Our chief wants to go to the north to do business, but no one dares to take risks. Countless pairs of eyes are staring at the success or failure of our brothers. Once our transaction with the prince is completed, there will be more The Kiev businessmen from Russia went north. We are not afraid of the Smolensk people charging tolls. Our brothers have found another harder but safer path. If you need to sell goods, we are reliable businessmen."
Rurik was excited, still suppressing excitement on the bright side, he deliberately asked: "So you actually got the command of the leader."
"No. We acted spontaneously, it's just that our actions are known to everyone."
"Very good. Now I declare that your trade has been successful."
Sakyi was very happy when he heard it, and he said with a grin: "It's half the battle. We want to buy..." Under the influence of alcohol, he poured a glass bowl of raspberry preserves into a glass containing meat. In the plate, he held the bowl high and said: "I like this kind of tableware very much, it must be very expensive. Since we have sold horses, it is worthwhile to directly exchange for some of this crystal tableware."
"You... want this very much?" Rurik trembled with excitement, his whole body leaning forward.
When Sakyi saw this, he misunderstood and thought that the prince was unwilling to sell. He hurriedly lobbied as a businessman: "We Kyiv often trade with the Pecheneg people for their horses and iron in exchange for wheat, linen, and slaves. You are very much. I like steeds, and I also like this crystal device. If you can please my leader, you will get more horses."
Rurik suddenly narrowed his eyes: "You can still catch slaves?"
"La Mickeys, and Delevrians, etc.. We arrested their men and sold them, women, hehe, naturally we kept them as wives."
"Slaves are sold to Pechenegg's horsemen?"
"Exactly."
In fact, by hearing these names, Rurik could conclude that it was some other Slavic tribe. Although they are all Slavs, it is normal that the various tribal alliances continue to fight. They should have been grouped into a unified nation, and apparently relying on their own strength, they can at most create a bunch of small emirates.
If anyone can unify them, only Rose!
At this stage, the Rus Principality lacks the strength to attack the Kiev Group. It has only a deeper understanding of their situation until today. As for the southern neighbor, Smolensk, it still knows very little. The Principality of Ross is already too big, like an anaconda devouring a cow, it takes a long time to digest the prey. The reality forces the Principality to seize the time to rectify its internal affairs. For a period of time, it is necessary to hide its power and bide its time.
An extremely vicious situation was clearly set before the principality.
The Principality’s merchandise dumping station in Denmark has been taken over by the enemy. How can it be cured if there is no stronghold to collect money. If there are no big buyers, every spring will become "squirrel skin slow-sales help us." Who will help in the end? Who has the financial resources to help?
I am afraid that the Slavs of Kiev will become a great savior. Because the residents of Kiev are not big buyers themselves, they can deliver goods to the Pechenegs and even sell them to East Rome. As long as they can make money as intermediaries, they will be willing to purchase goods in Rose.
Rurik slammed the table immediately, and the sound really shocked all the people. Old Otto, who was shaking his head, also raised his head to look at his son and complained: "What are you doing with such a loud noise!"
Rurik stretched out a serious face, pointed his right hand at the stunned Marxakyi, and laughed out: "I like you! You want to do business with us, and I also want to do business with you. I appreciate the desire of your leader. You can rest assured that you will return with a lot of goods. As for these glassware, I will sell it to you."
"Ah! So what's the price?"
"The price of glassware? It won't be so expensive that you are faint. Two glasses of wine are still not full, so let's continue drinking."
According to Sakyi’s account, gathering people to drink in Kiev is a way to pull in relationships. If this behavior is a means of friendship, it is obvious that this approach has been discovered all over the world.
In Ross's case, the per capita food holdings are extremely high due to special reasons, and the cost of winemaking has dropped. Every household has a jar to brew low-alcohol ale. The Slav families can't help making ale, and also kvass by the way.
Since there is a chance of coveting and staggering, it should be swigged, so Qiongjiangyuye was offered.
Rurik was slightly drunk, and he had already thought of the grand occasion of selling goods to Kiev to earn a lot of horses, and he had the first time to drink more. Looking at Otto and Medvedt again, both of them talked about drinking, their sullen faces all bloomed with joy.
Rurik held the glass vial, motioned to the ten horsemen with their eyes shining, and shouted very loudly: "You guys! Look at what this is! Open the lid, this is the water of life! It's the perfect wine! Here it is! I drink!"
Her husband was already drunk, and Svetlana was a little uncomfortable, frowning and daring not stop.
Excited by his drunkenness, Rurik simply poured the liquor into a special glass goblet, and saw that the liquor was as clear as water. It seems that it is really water? The air is filled with a strange smell of alcohol and will not lie.
There has never been a scene of "the room is full of wine", and the following scenes have surpassed his understanding of the world.
The eyes of the ten horsemen stared like copper bells, and the eyeballs were a step away from the collapse.
Look at Rurik, Prince Russ, this young man's glass has become a torch!
The burning goblet was held high, and Rurik muttered with a sense of ritual: "Life is like a fire. In a limited life, we should all be beating like flames. Slavs worship flames. Look, you all, in my hand. The spirits are burning, and I will drink it. I dare say that Peron, the **** of fire, you believe in, will bless me. I am indeed a great person."
The words are actually a bit self-explanatory, and Rurik is indeed incoherent because of his enthusiasm.
A bottle of vodka is poured into a goblet for about two or two, and the degree actually exceeds 50°. This is an Eastern European Erguotou made from wheat and oats. The taste is naturally very strong.
Rurik held up the flaming wine and drank it in public. From the perspective of Sakyi and other horsemen, he undoubtedly saw a kind of magic.
Forget it, Rurik gave a deep hiccup...
"My lord. Are you... okay." Sakyi said in shock.
"It's okay, I feel very warm in my stomach. You... should also try. If you want to do business with me, just follow my rules and don't live up to my expectations of you."
The goblets were handed over one by one, the spirits were pulled out of the bottle caps, and the liquor was ignited by the oil lamps on the table.
The ten horsemen resisted at first. Would everyone eat a ball of flames into their stomachs, would they be burned alive without the blessing of Vulcan?
Wait a minute! The fair-haired Rose Prince Rurik clearly knew he was a Varang, and he himself was blessed by the **** of fire. Isn't he a natural king? If you have a good relationship with him, will Vulcan protect him?
This time, Rurik made his best use of the situation, and made the horsemen drink a glass of flaming wine as a fame behavior.
Sakyi did it desperately, and the flaming liquor entered his stomach, and he didn't seem to feel crazy.
As for some people, they are quite unlucky. The burning liquor burned some beards, but fortunately, they extinguished the bad fruits in time.
Rurik nodded and deliberately said: "This is the most perfect wine in the world. It has the power of the **** of fire. It is an enjoyment that your leaders can't experience. I am a benevolent prince, since you have drunk the flames. The wine has gone through the trial of Vulcan, and the tall cup and bottle will be rewarded to you!"
Prince Ross shot so lavishly? Sakyi’s head has not been eroded by excessive alcohol. This hastily shouted that the prince is a great saint, and even threatened to return to his hometown in Kiev to introduce the kindness of the prince of Rus to the people in his hometown.
Indeed, Rurik's Eastern soul can't help but pay attention to courtesy. On the surface, this is the case, but in reality, he still establishes his position as a patriarch. Subjects are all children under this philosophical system, and the prince is the father of all people. The father naturally rewards the son more, even if it is possible to cultivate a rebellious son.
These horses are unofficial ambassadors of the Kievans, and likewise they can even become official ambassadors of the Rus Principality.
Rurik could not be very radical to send his team directly to Kiev. After all, it seems that the Kiev horses have only one day of work. In the future, they need to live in Novgorod for a while and observe them carefully, and even in the spring. Then make an agreement about trade. Because spring plowing is also a good show, let the horse visitors take a good look at the farming techniques of the Duchy of Ross. As the Slavs of the Kyiv community, which is a purely farming nation, Rurik is convinced that they will be very concerned about Quyuanli, and then there will be peace sales.
Finally, the real hard dishes have completed all the complicated processing procedures.
This is a roasted deer. Before the venison is stuffed and roasted, a layer of honey is applied. That is, the process of applying honey is time-consuming and laborious.
The staple food is also a large baked loaf with Slavic characteristics. It is not used for rye bread. What is presented is slices of bread baked with high-gluten wheat from the hardy varieties of Britain.
It is vulgar to tear meat and take bread with your hands. At least in the Duchy of Ross, Rurik ordered all the cubs to observe and implement the three tableware principles of chopsticks, spoons and knives. He described eating with bare hands as having stiff hands. As stupid. The cubs who want to be strong in comparison naturally don't want to be honest with their partners, and use chopsticks to eat honestly. As a result, one or two training sessions are extremely flexible for a while. As for eating with a knife, without him, this is the way of the Rus ancestors, which is really immutable and unchangeable.
That is, everyone is busy drinking ~www.novelhall.com~ The final spirits are about four or two, which is a hundred milliliters of pure alcohol.
For this group of horsemen, who can only drink a small amount of low-alcohol ale, they drank such a large amount of alcohol and quickly came to the head.
They groaned and ate the barbecue frantically tore the fluffy big slices of bread, swaying and lying down one by one.
Looking at Otto and Medvedt again, they also slowly lay on the floor with a smirk.
"Can I continue to eat like this? I drink all the pieces!" Rurik thought subjectively, but his body didn't want to.
He muttered to his wife next to him: "This time I... really drank too much. Don't be afraid, I'm just drunk. Go... call someone. Pull everyone back to sleep."
No matter what, he slept directly on his wife's lap, and soon snored. The speechless Svetlana patted her husband's face vigorously and saw that the snoring still persisted, so she had to stand up and rushed to the gate of the palace to greet him. The guard moved people away. By the way, I also ordered the guards present as a queen: "I don't care if you have dinner or not, this part of the roast deer will be rewarded to you, remember not to waste food."
, The fastest update to the latest chapter of the Rise of Rurik!Regarding what kind of Slavic people live in Kiev in this time and space, the Rus Principality will conquer and incorporate them sooner or later. Compared with the residents, nothing is more important than the land around Kiev!That is a large area of black land, even without farmyard manure, it can maintain high yields in the current time and space. As for it is a natural, easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack place of the Four Wars, it is nothing compared to the unprecedented benefits that can be captured.Horses are not worth such a high price, and Rurik can understand that the so-called price depends on the horse's mouth. These are indeed rare horses, but these merchants came from the Slavic mass groups in Kiev, and they can naturally confess a huge amount of information about the people of the South.They are nothing but merchants, the south is the Slavs and the era of the tribal alliance. There is no large national group in the south, so businessmen will not have any loyal objects. In other words, the most loyal of businessmen is money. If they promise big benefits, or make them immediately feel that trade is profitable, they will What you know and hear speaks plainly.Hosting a banquet to entertain the horses is also to stabilize them. If they do have the identity of the season, they must be able to win, and it is necessary to take the opportunity to win some rewards and hang their appetites.It is necessary to squeeze out all the information known by the horses, and express the goodwill of the Principality of Rus to the people on the side of Kiev from their mouths.After all, the strategy of distant communication and close attack is really a great wisdom.After all, the Principality of Rus wants to rule Kiev. It would be great if it can finally be won there by a relatively peaceful means. At least the present and the next ten years will probably lack strategic opportunities. Naturally, these years will naturally have a safe trade with them, so that Rus can use it to do business. A large amount of Pechenegma is great.The Maksakyi group turned into guests. They were lucky enough to enter the palace of Prince Ross and have dinner with the prince and other elites of the principality.Of course, Medvedt and Old Otto really felt that Rurik's etiquette was overdoing. They were all involved. They only took care of their own food and drink throughout the whole process, and didn't care about what they felt like getting out of a pit. All novel bugs.The floor is leveled and the table is level. The table in front of each person is equipped with crystal plates and crystal bowls. Such miserable tableware carries many delicacies!In fact, they were just some dried fruit and cold meat slices at the beginning, which was enough to startle the horse crew trembling all over.Sakyi stared at the glass plate, and he muttered wildly in his heart: "I'm afraid I won't be able to change such a plate with a horse. If I accidentally break a corner, they won't be able to cut my head away."Instead, Sackyi became nervous about using too precious tableware.He took the dark red dried raspberry from the glass bowl with extreme care and put it in his mouth, enjoying the sweetness that is extremely difficult to enjoy in normal days.Wait a minute, the taste of this dried fruit is extraordinary, it is absolutely soaked in honey, it is an extremely sweet candied fruit.There is also a lot of jerky on the plate, which seems to be beef and venison. They have the right amount of salt. It is fair to say that this kind of jerky is really an excellent dry food for travel.The transparent cup contains brown-yellow ale, and the other cup also contains dark, slightly sweet kvass.Seeing that the guests started to move their hands, this Indian style of eating is really inelegant.Liurik knocked on the table specially: "Everyone, follow my rules in my territory. You...Stop!"The last words stopped the horses' behavior.Sakyi quickly put a smile on his face to apologize: "The great prince, what kind of courtesy should we...""Of course..." Rurik thought for a while and had an idea, "How about having dinner with guests from far away in your hometown of Kiev?""We? Offer roasted big leba and salt, and have a meal with a roasted sheep by the campfire."Bread and salt, this custom of Slavs took shape in the ninth century?Rurik shrugged: "If it's just bread and salt, you are about to taste it. Now what is before you are just some snacks before the meal, and the perfect meal is still to come. Then in our interest, lift yours. Wine glasses, sipping our Ross ale, and the Kvass that your Slavs like."Rurik took the lead in raising the ale, implying that the Nordic Rus were the real rulers. Otto, Medvedt and others sullen their faces to accompany toasts.Is this the etiquette of the Ross people? If they like drinking very much, they are also very willing to accompany them. Sacky drank a glass of wine with joy, and watched Prince Ross raise another glass.It takes a little time to wait for a good meal, and the most chatting moment is when you wait.As the wine enters the stomach, the alcohol eliminates a lot of restraint.Rurik immediately asked about the people of Kiev, and even the people living nearby, about Smolensk and Pskov.Sakyi was in a flurry, completely unaware that he had fallen into the scheme of Prince Ross. He completely ignored the existence of the beautiful and young Rose Queen Svetlana, but just noticed that the woman was playing with a feather at the desk by his eyes.In fact, Svetlana is not moved by the snacks now and the big meals in the future. She is noble, and it is normal for her to attend the banquet and sit next to her husband. With paper, quill and ink in front of her, she was instructed to write down as much as possible Sakyi's eloquent words. Rurik's request is not extreme. He only asks his wife to record as much as possible and to sort out key information from a large amount of saliva written records. This is the responsibility of the prince.It is said that after drinking, Rurik really heard some interesting and detailed descriptions of Sakyi.A very significant fact lies in front of us: Kiev and Smolensk, in principle, have a blood alliance, but in the present years, this alliance has become quite fragile.Kiev, Smolensk, and Pskov belong to the huge Krivic tribe alliance, and its meaning is just like the description of its name, with a strong meaning of "blood as an alliance".Because of the scattered development of the brother tribes, they will gradually split in the coming years, and it is normal in Eastern Europe where transportation is quite difficult. Besides, when it comes to ancient history, the Irmenslav is not split from the Kriwicz.Rurik had to suspect that it was because of this unauthorized split that the other party's jealousy was caused.Can't hatred be eliminated in a hundred years? I am afraid that the hatred has long since dissipated, but this horse utterly described the residents of Smolensk as unwelcome to the northern Ilmen.Ma Ke can only be sure: "Our chief wants to go to the north to do business, but no one dares to take risks. Countless pairs of eyes are staring at the success or failure of our brothers. Once our transaction with the prince is completed, there will be more The Kiev businessmen from Russia went north. We are not afraid of the Smolensk people charging tolls. Our brothers have found another harder but safer path. If you need to sell goods, we are reliable businessmen."Rurik was excited, still suppressing excitement on the bright side, he deliberately asked: "So you actually got the command of the leader.""No. We acted spontaneously, it's just that our actions are known to everyone.""Very good. Now I declare that your trade has been successful."Sakyi was very happy when he heard it, and he said with a grin: "It's half the battle. We want to buy..." Under the influence of alcohol, he poured a glass bowl of raspberry preserves into a glass containing meat. In the plate, he held the bowl high and said: "I like this kind of tableware very much, it must be very expensive. Since we have sold horses, it is worthwhile to directly exchange for some of this crystal tableware.""You... want this very much?" Rurik trembled with excitement, his whole body leaning forward.When Sakyi saw this, he misunderstood and thought that the prince was unwilling to sell. He hurriedly lobbied as a businessman: "We Kyiv often trade with the Pecheneg people for their horses and iron in exchange for wheat, linen, and slaves. You are very much. I like steeds, and I also like this crystal device. If you can please my leader, you will get more horses."Rurik suddenly narrowed his eyes: "You can still catch slaves?""La Mickeys, and Delevrians, etc.. We arrested their men and sold them, women, hehe, naturally we kept them as wives.""Slaves are sold to Pechenegg's horsemen?""Exactly."In fact, by hearing these names, Rurik could conclude that it was some other Slavic tribe. Although they are all Slavs, it is normal that the various tribal alliances continue to fight. They should have been grouped into a unified nation, and apparently relying on their own strength, they can at most create a bunch of small emirates.If anyone can unify them, only Rose!At this stage, the Rus Principality lacks the strength to attack the Kiev Group. It has only a deeper understanding of their situation until today. As for the southern neighbor, Smolensk, it still knows very little. The Principality of Ross is already too big, like an anaconda devouring a cow, it takes a long time to digest the prey. The reality forces the Principality to seize the time to rectify its internal affairs. For a period of time, it is necessary to hide its power and bide its time.An extremely vicious situation was clearly set before the principality.The Principality's merchandise dumping station in Denmark has been taken over by the enemy. How can it be cured if there is no stronghold to collect money. If there are no big buyers, every spring will become "squirrel skin slow-sales help us." Who will help in the end? Who has the financial resources to help?I am afraid that the Slavs of Kiev will become a great savior. Because the residents of Kiev are not big buyers themselves, they can deliver goods to the Pechenegs and even sell them to East Rome. As long as they can make money as intermediaries, they will be willing to purchase goods in Rose.Rurik slammed the table immediately, and the sound really shocked all the people. Old Otto, who was shaking his head, also raised his head to look at his son and complained: "What are you doing with such a loud noise!"Rurik stretched out a serious face, pointed his right hand at the stunned Marxakyi, and laughed out: "I like you! You want to do business with us, and I also want to do business with you. I appreciate the desire of your leader. You can rest assured that you will return with a lot of goods. As for these glassware, I will sell it to you.""Ah! So what's the price?""The price of glassware? It won't be so expensive that you are faint. Two glasses of wine are still not full, so let's continue drinking."According to Sakyi's account, gathering people to drink in Kiev is a way to pull in relationships. If this behavior is a means of friendship, it is obvious that this approach has been discovered all over the world.In Ross's case, the per capita food holdings are extremely high due to special reasons, and the cost of winemaking has dropped. Every household has a jar to brew low-alcohol ale. The Slav families can't help making ale, and also kvass by the way.Since there is a chance of coveting and staggering, it should be swigged, so Qiongjiangyuye was offered.Rurik was slightly drunk, and he had already thought of the grand occasion of selling goods to Kiev to earn a lot of horses, and he had the first time to drink more. Looking at Otto and Medvedt again, both of them talked about drinking, their sullen faces all bloomed with joy.Rurik held the glass vial, motioned to the ten horsemen with their eyes shining, and shouted very loudly: "You guys! Look at what this is! Open the lid, this is the water of life! It's the perfect wine! Here it is! I drink!"Her husband was already drunk, and Svetlana was a little uncomfortable, frowning and daring not stop.Excited by his drunkenness, Rurik simply poured the liquor into a special glass goblet, and saw that the liquor was as clear as water. It seems that it is really water? The air is filled with a strange smell of alcohol and will not lie.There has never been a scene of "the room is full of wine", and the following scenes have surpassed his understanding of the world.The eyes of the ten horsemen stared like copper bells, and the eyeballs were a step away from the collapse.Look at Rurik, Prince Russ, this young man's glass has become a torch!The burning goblet was held high, and Rurik muttered with a sense of ritual: "Life is like a fire. In a limited life, we should all be beating like flames. Slavs worship flames. Look, you all, in my hand. The spirits are burning, and I will drink it. I dare say that Peron, the **** of fire, you believe in, will bless me. I am indeed a great person."The words are actually a bit self-explanatory, and Rurik is indeed incoherent because of his enthusiasm.A bottle of vodka is poured into a goblet for about two or two, and the degree actually exceeds 50. This is an Eastern European Erguotou made from wheat and oats. The taste is naturally very strong.Rurik held up the flaming wine and drank it in public. From the perspective of Sakyi and other horsemen, he undoubtedly saw a kind of magic.Forget it, Rurik gave a deep hiccup..."My lord. Are you... okay." Sakyi said in shock."It's okay, I feel very warm in my stomach. You... should also try. If you want to do business with me, just follow my rules and don't live up to my expectations of you."The goblets were handed over one by one, the spirits were pulled out of the bottle caps, and the liquor was ignited by the oil lamps on the table.The ten horsemen resisted at first. Would everyone eat a ball of flames into their stomachs, would they be burned alive without the blessing of Vulcan?Wait a minute! The fair-haired Rose Prince Rurik clearly knew he was a Varang, and he himself was blessed by the **** of fire. Isn't he a natural king? If you have a good relationship with him, will Vulcan protect him?This time, Rurik made his best use of the situation, and made the horsemen drink a glass of flaming wine as a fame behavior.Sakyi did it desperately, and the flaming liquor entered his stomach, and he didn't seem to feel crazy.As for some people, they are quite unlucky. The burning liquor burned some beards, but fortunately, they extinguished the bad fruits in time.Rurik nodded and deliberately said: "This is the most perfect wine in the world. It has the power of the **** of fire. It is an enjoyment that your leaders can't experience. I am a benevolent prince, since you have drunk the flames. The wine has gone through the trial of Vulcan, and the tall cup and bottle will be rewarded to you!"Prince Ross shot so lavishly? Sakyi's head has not been eroded by excessive alcohol. This hastily shouted that the prince is a great saint, and even threatened to return to his hometown in Kiev to introduce the kindness of the prince of Rus to the people in his hometown.Indeed, Rurik's Eastern soul can't help but pay attention to courtesy. On the surface, this is the case, but in reality, he still establishes his position as a patriarch. Subjects are all children under this philosophical system, and the prince is the father of all people. The father naturally rewards the son more, even if it is possible to cultivate a rebellious son.These horses are unofficial ambassadors of the Kievans, and likewise they can even become official ambassadors of the Rus Principality.Rurik could not be very radical to send his team directly to Kiev. After all, it seems that the Kiev horses have only one day of work. In the future, they need to live in Novgorod for a while and observe them carefully, and even in the spring. Then make an agreement about trade. Because spring plowing is also a good show, let the horse visitors take a good look at the farming techniques of the Duchy of Ross. As the Slavs of the Kyiv community, which is a purely farming nation, Rurik is convinced that they will be very concerned about Quyuanli, and then there will be peace sales.Finally, the real hard dishes have completed all the complicated processing procedures.This is a roasted deer. Before the venison is stuffed and roasted, a layer of honey is applied. That is, the process of applying honey is time-consuming and laborious.The staple food is also a large baked loaf with Slavic characteristics. It is not used for rye bread. What is presented is slices of bread baked with high-gluten wheat from the hardy varieties of Britain.It is vulgar to tear meat and take bread with your hands. At least in the Duchy of Ross, Rurik ordered all the cubs to observe and implement the three tableware principles of chopsticks, spoons and knives. He described eating with bare hands as having stiff hands. As stupid. The cubs who want to be strong in comparison naturally don't want to be honest with their partners, and use chopsticks to eat honestly. As a result, one or two training sessions are extremely flexible for a while. As for eating with a knife, without him, this is the way of the Rus ancestors, which is really immutable and unchangeable.That is, everyone is busy drinking ~www.novelhall.com~ The final spirits are about four or two, which is a hundred milliliters of pure alcohol.For this group of horsemen, who can only drink a small amount of low-alcohol ale, they drank such a large amount of alcohol and quickly came to the head.They groaned and ate the barbecue frantically tore the fluffy big slices of bread, swaying and lying down one by one.Looking at Otto and Medvedt again, they also slowly lay on the floor with a smirk."Can I continue to eat like this? I drink all the pieces!" Rurik thought subjectively, but his body didn't want to.He muttered to his wife next to him: "This time I... really drank too much. Don't be afraid, I'm just drunk. Go... call someone. Pull everyone back to sleep."No matter what, he slept directly on his wife's lap, and soon snored. The speechless Svetlana patted her husband's face vigorously and saw that the snoring still persisted, so she had to stand up and rushed to the gate of the palace to greet him. The guard moved people away. By the way, I also ordered the guards present as a queen: "I don't care if you have dinner or not, this part of the roast deer will be rewarded to you, remember not to waste food."
