Chapter 86: The birth of 1 bar of soap
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Of course, there are wooden boxes with locks for storage in the chief priest’s house, and there are also many wooden boxes for small things, such as the particularly precious imported steel needles. After use, they must be inserted on the head of linen and wrapped in linen. Store in a small wooden box.
There are many wooden boxes like this, and Rurik subconsciously feels that such wooden boxes are really suitable for making soap molds.
Anyway, there are many wooden boxes, and their use has been approved by the high priest. If the wooden box is not enough, a large number of vacant bronze oil lamps are also good containers.
As long as it is a heat-proof and leak-proof container, pour the paste such as the soap base liquid with a spoon into it after fully stirring, and then place it by the campfire, and use the flame to accelerate the evaporation of water. Maybe by sunrise tomorrow, relatively dehydrated soap can be used normally.
In the end, all the soap in the urn is poured, and the rest is the change brought about by the waiting time.
"Our work is over here." Lurik wiped the sweat from his forehead, lamenting his wit.
"It's over?" Lumia asked.
"Yes, we can rest now. The soap and the wooden box are placed by the campfire. After dawn, the soap will harden and I can show it to my father. I will stay here tonight."
Lumia heard the most clearly that Rurik was going to spend the night in the priest’s house, just like the previous few days.
"Well, I'll spread the leather blanket for you."
"Go ahead and do it."
Lumia nodded, turned and left without saying a word.
Lurik was still sitting cross-legged by the campfire, looking at the girl's back and couldn't help but think of a lot.
His eyelids almost closed passively, and Lumia was seen pulling the rolled up blanket strenuously, and a feeling of anxiety floated in Rurik's heart.
Two blankets are spread on the ground next to the place where the soap is to be baked.
Lumia is a servant after all, and she still has to lay on the floor in the priest’s room every night after receiving a lot of grace.
She is not a priest after all, so she can't enjoy the treatment of a separate room. She is just a guest here. As her master, Rurik should prepare a separate servant's living room for her.
Or according to tradition, bring her into your own home and become a member of the family.
Lurik is now thinking about soap, and the commercial value it contains.
Although he is a man who knows how to manufacture, compared to the original illiterate in the tribe, Rurik also has a business acumen.
The original soap was just a test product, and it was used to get the approval of the father and the priest. Only in this way can mass production be possible.
And the biggest problem that restricts mass production is material.
Do you still have to boil the oil yourself? No need. If you can pay some rewards and let the priests do it for you, the grease problem will be solved.
In addition to the container and mold issues, they can all be solved by the priest.
Lurik knew that the lives of priests also had sacrificial behavior, which required financial support. They are a small group of people who do not produce and rely entirely on the support of the tribe.
The Ross tribe is actually a relatively loose tribe that is completely dependent on blood ties. In a sense, it is equivalent to the eastern "clan village community", but its organization is far from the "clan village community".
Liurik lay flat on the animal skin blanket by the campfire. He was wrapped in soft fur again, and he felt extremely comfortable.
He had already thought of the wonderful prospect of soap in his mind, but he didn't know how Lu Mia felt at this time.
Does she...can understand the benefits of soap or other new things?
At this moment, the girl is sleeping right in front of her, and the two of them are head-to-head, sleeping around the campfire to keep warm.
"Lumia, are you already asleep?"
"No. I can't sleep."
"Why? You must be very tired."
"My arm hurts."
Her words caught Rurik's attention: "I'm sorry, it must be because I kept you stirring the sticks."
"Please don't say that, I do."
Her attitude is quite positive. Why does Rurik feel so sad to hear this?
"Lu Mia."
"Ok."
"You will not graze tomorrow."
"Why, isn't that the order you gave me?"
"Yes. I changed my mind, and you will rest tomorrow. You stay in this long house, or go to see the wooden boards, or improve language learning with the priest. If there are other things, I will personally order you."
Lumia was a little excited, but she still had some other concerns: "But those deer?"
"Other priests will do it for you. I know that they are actually watching you for fear that you will run away with the deer. You will never run, right? You are very smart."
Lu Mia's heart is tight, she is a simple person, and now facing her master, she is willing to tell her heart.
She curled up in her fur, closing her eyes to try to suppress the usefulness of tears, and also tried to control her nasal sound, so that Rurik didn't realize that she was crying bitterly.
She reluctantly said: "I wanted to run away, but now I don't think so. I stay, this is the best. I know you like me, mine...my master."
Lumia, she is willing to respect Rurik as "herra", which is the word for "master" in the dialect of the Rus tribe in Old Norse. In fact, it also means leader.
When pronounces this sound, I need to play the tongue. The simple pronunciation of "rra" is actually quite good.
Hearing her words, Rurik smiled secretly.
"Lu Mia."
"I'm here."
"Don't call me herra in the future. You can call me by my name, I don't mind, but feel kind. If you feel that lack of respect, call me masta."
"masta?" Lumia was very curious. It was the first time she heard this word.
"Yes, it means masta, which means a wise man. I know many things. If you are willing to follow me, I am willing to leave it to you. So you can become a wise person when you grow up. In exchange, you have to obey my orders. ."
"Okay, masta!"
Lumia learned very quickly, but she didn’t know how Rurik invented such a strange word.
The word was indeed invented by Rurik. It is a simplification of the inherently thick word "master". Don't play the tongue or make a syllable, just end it with a vowel, and listen to it comfortably.
The pure master-servant relationship Rurik feels a little uncomfortable anyway. If it becomes a relationship between a teacher and an apprentice, the situation is quite different.
In fact, it is pure self-deception. By changing the word of address, it seems that the relationship between the two has undergone a qualitative change, and it has become a teacher and a student.
Actually, they are pure masters and servants.
Objectively, Rurik has absolute dominance over Lumia, and this power is recognized by all the tribe, and Lumia also thinks this is a natural thing.
Lumia thought about the words she had just learned, she diverted her attention, as if her arms were no longer sore, she fell asleep after a while...
The long house of the priest is very quiet. Only the charcoal in the bonfire continues to burn and gradually extinguishes, turning into a smoldering fire.
The deep-stacked charcoal is the most difficult to burn. They burn very slowly and slowly release heat for a very long time. The wooden boxes containing soap are baked thermally, and the chemical changes are in progress.
The creamy soap was dehydrating rapidly. Rurik’s approach was actually wrong. He checked the condition of the wooden box as soon as he woke up and noticed his mistake.
"Oops, I also think that baking can speed up dehydration, it seems that only the surface layer is dehydrated, but the inside is still soft!"
Many priests have awakened. They are doing their own things, such as washing their faces to make the whole person sober.
No one disturbed Rurik's sleep, and no one touched those "soupa" out of curiosity.
Lurik was awakened by the noise. He noticed large-scale cracks in the baked soap and a soft waxy scene inside.
But this is not a bad result.
He fiddled with a wooden box to buckle it, and then slapped the wooden board behind, and the soap fell out.
"Huh? It looks good. It's brownish-yellow, like the color that soap should have."
The end facing the bonfire became quite hard and cracked, and the other parts were quite soft, and a large piece could be buckled with a little effort.
How does this feel?
A piece of prepared soap is held in his hand. Its appearance is like a square brick, but it has two appearances.
One side is full of cracks and hard, as if air-dried for a long time. The other side seemed to be immersed in water and had a squishy feeling. At this moment, it was also the first time that Rurik, who made soap with his own hands only based on theoretical knowledge, suddenly remembered those professional soap companies. They seemed to have a process of "air drying".
That is a longer "natural aging" treatment technology, under the condition of natural ventilation, the whole soap bar is naturally and evenly dehydrated. This matter is really haste but not reached.
But it has basically taken shape. At this stage, the key is whether it is easy to use. Only by proving to others that something called soupa made by the leader's son is indeed effective, will there be follow-up opportunities for improvement.
Lurik stood up and looked at the behavior of the priests, stunned that they were already boiling snow water, and wanted to wash their faces with warm water.
For Bona, who was made up by the high priest, today is another ordinary day in the boring winter. Rurik wanted to make something novel, but he didn't know how useful it was.
After all, to wash your face, it is enough to wet your face with water and wipe it with a linen cloth. Isn't this clean enough? Does it need further cleaning?
Women always love beauty, and so do the priests of the tribe. They are willing to wear gems and amber as jewelry, and they will pierce their earlobes for beauty, wear gem pendants, or tattoo their skin.
Tattoos, many men and women in the tribe are not opposed to tattoos. Use a steel needle to pierce the skin and then pound the toner in. Numerous small holes can form a painting. When the wound is completely healed, the skin will become more patterned.
Women would do the same. They didn't expect that they could use pink daikon to cover up freckles and make cheeks rosy, or apply red flower juice on their mouths to please men more.
They don't have mirrors, not even bronze mirrors. At most they can understand their faces by squatting on the water surface, but how can the reflection on the water surface clearly show the freckles on their faces?
Simple washing and wiping cannot wash off freckles at all, because it is the result of the oxidation of the skin secreted by the sebaceous glands. If you want to remove them, use soap to remove excess sebum or it is a good choice. To make matters worse, compared with ordinary residents, the priests had to boil a lot of animal oil due to work reasons, and the smoked and roasted oil smoke really ruined their faces.
Both men and women have freckles, Rurik has become accustomed to the faces of tribal residents. He didn't think things were so bad, because these guys, men and women, would jump into the wild pond in summer to wash off the dirt on their bodies, and in winter they would go into the steam house or burn their bodies with snow water.
Compared to their distant Germanic tribes in the south, the Ross tribe loves cleanliness better.
This is a very good habit. If soap can be used in a water bath or a steam bath, it is bound to bring about a revolution in bathing and a revolution in hygiene and health.
Lurik aimed at Bona who was splashing her face with water, and walked out with a large bar of soap.
"Bona! You can try this."
Suddenly, Bona, with her eyes closed, heard the voice of a child, and suddenly opened her eyes to see that it was the lovely Rurik who was holding a group of brown squares and looking at herself with a smile.
"Ah! Rurik, I really made you sleep? Is this thing in your hand..."
"That's it, to wash your face and hands. Bona, you must try it, I'm sure she will make your face clean like never before."
"Really?"
It is her curiosity and the rhetoric of this child that makes Bona want to try.
She first touched the so-called soupa tentatively, and then she touched. In a short while, her wet hands were already full of tiny sticky foam.
"What's the matter? Rurik."
"Hey, wash your hands quickly, you will find it incredible."
Bona did so. She put her hands in the tub and stirred them before taking them out. She could clearly feel the extreme cleanliness of her hands, and she could even hear the squeaking sound when she rubbed her hands. This was something she could not wash her hands in the past. Experiential.
Why? She washed her hands and went to bed as usual when she finished her work yesterday. UU reading www.uukanshu. Com's so-called hand washing is also trying to wash the hands that are full of oil after boiling oil. Of course, it is not clean with water. Even rubbing around, the large gaps in the hands can still lock some oil molecules, which makes the hands of her and other priests always maintain a slightly greasy state.
But this annoying greasiness also has a benefit. Other residents are prone to the embarrassment of dry hands, but the priests have never had it. This is inseparable from the protection of grease.
Rurik did not get complacent because of a little bit of success. He squatted down and put the soap next to the tub, and directly encouraged Bona: "You can do another common sense. You take oil from other oil urns and smear the oil on your hands. Go on, and then rub my soupa. When you see a lot of bubbles, put it in a basin to clean it. I'm sure you will get very clean no matter how much grease you apply."
This prediction completely surpassed Bona's cognition, and the actions of the two also attracted the onlookers of some other priestesses. Rurik's rhetoric was heard by others.
Under everyone's instigation and curiosity, Bona will certainly do some experiments.
Someone hurriedly brought the oil urn, and Bona really bravely painted her hand, and someone else brought a basin of clean melted snow.
"Is it really clean again?" Bona asked at last.
"Of course, otherwise I am sorry for my efforts yesterday."
"Try it then."
After that, Bona boldly reached into the basin, kneaded and stirred each other in the water, when she took out the basin again, she shocked everyone...
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Of course, there are wooden boxes with locks for storage in the chief priest’s house, and there are also many wooden boxes for small things, such as the particularly precious imported steel needles. After use, they must be inserted on the head of linen and wrapped in linen. Store in a small wooden box.
There are many wooden boxes like this, and Rurik subconsciously feels that such wooden boxes are really suitable for making soap molds.
Anyway, there are many wooden boxes, and their use has been approved by the high priest. If the wooden box is not enough, a large number of vacant bronze oil lamps are also good containers.
As long as it is a heat-proof and leak-proof container, pour the paste such as the soap base liquid with a spoon into it after fully stirring, and then place it by the campfire, and use the flame to accelerate the evaporation of water. Maybe by sunrise tomorrow, relatively dehydrated soap can be used normally.
In the end, all the soap in the urn is poured, and the rest is the change brought about by the waiting time.
"Our work is over here." Lurik wiped the sweat from his forehead, lamenting his wit.
"It's over?" Lumia asked.
"Yes, we can rest now. The soap and the wooden box are placed by the campfire. After dawn, the soap will harden and I can show it to my father. I will stay here tonight."
Lumia heard the most clearly that Rurik was going to spend the night in the priest’s house, just like the previous few days.
"Well, I'll spread the leather blanket for you."
"Go ahead and do it."
Lumia nodded, turned and left without saying a word.
Lurik was still sitting cross-legged by the campfire, looking at the girl's back and couldn't help but think of a lot.
His eyelids almost closed passively, and Lumia was seen pulling the rolled up blanket strenuously, and a feeling of anxiety floated in Rurik's heart.
Two blankets are spread on the ground next to the place where the soap is to be baked.
Lumia is a servant after all, and she still has to lay on the floor in the priest’s room every night after receiving a lot of grace.
She is not a priest after all, so she can't enjoy the treatment of a separate room. She is just a guest here. As her master, Rurik should prepare a separate servant's living room for her.
Or according to tradition, bring her into your own home and become a member of the family.
Lurik is now thinking about soap, and the commercial value it contains.
Although he is a man who knows how to manufacture, compared to the original illiterate in the tribe, Rurik also has a business acumen.
The original soap was just a test product, and it was used to get the approval of the father and the priest. Only in this way can mass production be possible.
And the biggest problem that restricts mass production is material.
Do you still have to boil the oil yourself? No need. If you can pay some rewards and let the priests do it for you, the grease problem will be solved.
In addition to the container and mold issues, they can all be solved by the priest.
Lurik knew that the lives of priests also had sacrificial behavior, which required financial support. They are a small group of people who do not produce and rely entirely on the support of the tribe.
The Ross tribe is actually a relatively loose tribe that is completely dependent on blood ties. In a sense, it is equivalent to the eastern "clan village community", but its organization is far from the "clan village community".
Liurik lay flat on the animal skin blanket by the campfire. He was wrapped in soft fur again, and he felt extremely comfortable.
He had already thought of the wonderful prospect of soap in his mind, but he didn't know how Lu Mia felt at this time.
Does she...can understand the benefits of soap or other new things?
At this moment, the girl is sleeping right in front of her, and the two of them are head-to-head, sleeping around the campfire to keep warm.
"Lumia, are you already asleep?"
"No. I can't sleep."
"Why? You must be very tired."
"My arm hurts."
Her words caught Rurik's attention: "I'm sorry, it must be because I kept you stirring the sticks."
"Please don't say that, I do."
Her attitude is quite positive. Why does Rurik feel so sad to hear this?
"Lu Mia."
"Ok."
"You will not graze tomorrow."
"Why, isn't that the order you gave me?"
"Yes. I changed my mind, and you will rest tomorrow. You stay in this long house, or go to see the wooden boards, or improve language learning with the priest. If there are other things, I will personally order you."
Lumia was a little excited, but she still had some other concerns: "But those deer?"
"Other priests will do it for you. I know that they are actually watching you for fear that you will run away with the deer. You will never run, right? You are very smart."
Lu Mia's heart is tight, she is a simple person, and now facing her master, she is willing to tell her heart.
She curled up in her fur, closing her eyes to try to suppress the usefulness of tears, and also tried to control her nasal sound, so that Rurik didn't realize that she was crying bitterly.
She reluctantly said: "I wanted to run away, but now I don't think so. I stay, this is the best. I know you like me, mine...my master."
Lumia, she is willing to respect Rurik as "herra", which is the word for "master" in the dialect of the Rus tribe in Old Norse. In fact, it also means leader.
When pronounces this sound, I need to play the tongue. The simple pronunciation of "rra" is actually quite good.
Hearing her words, Rurik smiled secretly.
"Lu Mia."
"I'm here."
"Don't call me herra in the future. You can call me by my name, I don't mind, but feel kind. If you feel that lack of respect, call me masta."
"masta?" Lumia was very curious. It was the first time she heard this word.
"Yes, it means masta, which means a wise man. I know many things. If you are willing to follow me, I am willing to leave it to you. So you can become a wise person when you grow up. In exchange, you have to obey my orders. ."
"Okay, masta!"
Lumia learned very quickly, but she didn’t know how Rurik invented such a strange word.
The word was indeed invented by Rurik. It is a simplification of the inherently thick word "master". Don't play the tongue or make a syllable, just end it with a vowel, and listen to it comfortably.
The pure master-servant relationship Rurik feels a little uncomfortable anyway. If it becomes a relationship between a teacher and an apprentice, the situation is quite different.
In fact, it is pure self-deception. By changing the word of address, it seems that the relationship between the two has undergone a qualitative change, and it has become a teacher and a student.
Actually, they are pure masters and servants.
Objectively, Rurik has absolute dominance over Lumia, and this power is recognized by all the tribe, and Lumia also thinks this is a natural thing.
Lumia thought about the words she had just learned, she diverted her attention, as if her arms were no longer sore, she fell asleep after a while...
The long house of the priest is very quiet. Only the charcoal in the bonfire continues to burn and gradually extinguishes, turning into a smoldering fire.
The deep-stacked charcoal is the most difficult to burn. They burn very slowly and slowly release heat for a very long time. The wooden boxes containing soap are baked thermally, and the chemical changes are in progress.
The creamy soap was dehydrating rapidly. Rurik’s approach was actually wrong. He checked the condition of the wooden box as soon as he woke up and noticed his mistake.
"Oops, I also think that baking can speed up dehydration, it seems that only the surface layer is dehydrated, but the inside is still soft!"
Many priests have awakened. They are doing their own things, such as washing their faces to make the whole person sober.
No one disturbed Rurik's sleep, and no one touched those "soupa" out of curiosity.
Lurik was awakened by the noise. He noticed large-scale cracks in the baked soap and a soft waxy scene inside.
But this is not a bad result.
He fiddled with a wooden box to buckle it, and then slapped the wooden board behind, and the soap fell out.
"Huh? It looks good. It's brownish-yellow, like the color that soap should have."
The end facing the bonfire became quite hard and cracked, and the other parts were quite soft, and a large piece could be buckled with a little effort.
How does this feel?
A piece of prepared soap is held in his hand. Its appearance is like a square brick, but it has two appearances.
One side is full of cracks and hard, as if air-dried for a long time. The other side seemed to be immersed in water and had a squishy feeling. At this moment, it was also the first time that Rurik, who made soap with his own hands only based on theoretical knowledge, suddenly remembered those professional soap companies. They seemed to have a process of "air drying".
That is a longer "natural aging" treatment technology, under the condition of natural ventilation, the whole soap bar is naturally and evenly dehydrated. This matter is really haste but not reached.
But it has basically taken shape. At this stage, the key is whether it is easy to use. Only by proving to others that something called soupa made by the leader's son is indeed effective, will there be follow-up opportunities for improvement.
Lurik stood up and looked at the behavior of the priests, stunned that they were already boiling snow water, and wanted to wash their faces with warm water.
For Bona, who was made up by the high priest, today is another ordinary day in the boring winter. Rurik wanted to make something novel, but he didn't know how useful it was.
After all, to wash your face, it is enough to wet your face with water and wipe it with a linen cloth. Isn't this clean enough? Does it need further cleaning?
Women always love beauty, and so do the priests of the tribe. They are willing to wear gems and amber as jewelry, and they will pierce their earlobes for beauty, wear gem pendants, or tattoo their skin.
Tattoos, many men and women in the tribe are not opposed to tattoos. Use a steel needle to pierce the skin and then pound the toner in. Numerous small holes can form a painting. When the wound is completely healed, the skin will become more patterned.
Women would do the same. They didn't expect that they could use pink daikon to cover up freckles and make cheeks rosy, or apply red flower juice on their mouths to please men more.
They don't have mirrors, not even bronze mirrors. At most they can understand their faces by squatting on the water surface, but how can the reflection on the water surface clearly show the freckles on their faces?
Simple washing and wiping cannot wash off freckles at all, because it is the result of the oxidation of the skin secreted by the sebaceous glands. If you want to remove them, use soap to remove excess sebum or it is a good choice. To make matters worse, compared with ordinary residents, the priests had to boil a lot of animal oil due to work reasons, and the smoked and roasted oil smoke really ruined their faces.
Both men and women have freckles, Rurik has become accustomed to the faces of tribal residents. He didn't think things were so bad, because these guys, men and women, would jump into the wild pond in summer to wash off the dirt on their bodies, and in winter they would go into the steam house or burn their bodies with snow water.
Compared to their distant Germanic tribes in the south, the Ross tribe loves cleanliness better.
This is a very good habit. If soap can be used in a water bath or a steam bath, it is bound to bring about a revolution in bathing and a revolution in hygiene and health.
Lurik aimed at Bona who was splashing her face with water, and walked out with a large bar of soap.
"Bona! You can try this."
Suddenly, Bona, with her eyes closed, heard the voice of a child, and suddenly opened her eyes to see that it was the lovely Rurik who was holding a group of brown squares and looking at herself with a smile.
"Ah! Rurik, I really made you sleep? Is this thing in your hand..."
"That's it, to wash your face and hands. Bona, you must try it, I'm sure she will make your face clean like never before."
"Really?"
It is her curiosity and the rhetoric of this child that makes Bona want to try.
She first touched the so-called soupa tentatively, and then she touched. In a short while, her wet hands were already full of tiny sticky foam.
"What's the matter? Rurik."
"Hey, wash your hands quickly, you will find it incredible."
Bona did so. She put her hands in the tub and stirred them before taking them out. She could clearly feel the extreme cleanliness of her hands, and she could even hear the squeaking sound when she rubbed her hands. This was something she could not wash her hands in the past. Experiential.
Why? She washed her hands and went to bed as usual when she finished her work yesterday. UU reading www.uukanshu. Com's so-called hand washing is also trying to wash the hands that are full of oil after boiling oil. Of course, it is not clean with water. Even rubbing around, the large gaps in the hands can still lock some oil molecules, which makes the hands of her and other priests always maintain a slightly greasy state.
But this annoying greasiness also has a benefit. Other residents are prone to the embarrassment of dry hands, but the priests have never had it. This is inseparable from the protection of grease.
Rurik did not get complacent because of a little bit of success. He squatted down and put the soap next to the tub, and directly encouraged Bona: "You can do another common sense. You take oil from other oil urns and smear the oil on your hands. Go on, and then rub my soupa. When you see a lot of bubbles, put it in a basin to clean it. I'm sure you will get very clean no matter how much grease you apply."
This prediction completely surpassed Bona's cognition, and the actions of the two also attracted the onlookers of some other priestesses. Rurik's rhetoric was heard by others.
Under everyone's instigation and curiosity, Bona will certainly do some experiments.
Someone hurriedly brought the oil urn, and Bona really bravely painted her hand, and someone else brought a basin of clean melted snow.
"Is it really clean again?" Bona asked at last.
"Of course, otherwise I am sorry for my efforts yesterday."
"Try it then."
After that, Bona boldly reached into the basin, kneaded and stirred each other in the water, when she took out the basin again, she shocked everyone...
Of course, there are wooden boxes with locks for storage in the chief priest's house, and there are also many wooden boxes for small things, such as the particularly precious imported steel needles. After use, they must be inserted on the head of linen and wrapped in linen. Store in a small wooden box. There are many wooden boxes like this, and Rurik subconsciously feels that such wooden boxes are really suitable for making soap molds. Anyway, there are many wooden boxes, and their use has been approved by the high priest. If the wooden box is not enough, a large number of vacant bronze oil lamps are also good containers. As long as it is a heat-proof and leak-proof container, pour the paste such as the soap base liquid with a spoon into it after fully stirring, and then place it by the campfire, and use the flame to accelerate the evaporation of water. Maybe by sunrise tomorrow, relatively dehydrated soap can be used normally.In the end, all the soap in the urn is poured, and the rest is the change brought about by the waiting time. "Our work is over here." Lurik wiped the sweat from his forehead, lamenting his wit. "It's over?" Lumia asked. "Yes, we can rest now. The soap and the wooden box are placed by the campfire. After dawn, the soap will harden and I can show it to my father. I will stay here tonight." Lumia heard the most clearly that Rurik was going to spend the night in the priest's house, just like the previous few days. "Well, I'll spread the leather blanket for you." "Go ahead and do it." Lumia nodded, turned and left without saying a word.Lurik was still sitting cross-legged by the campfire, looking at the girl's back and couldn't help but think of a lot. His eyelids almost closed passively, and Lumia was seen pulling the rolled up blanket strenuously, and a feeling of anxiety floated in Rurik's heart. Two blankets are spread on the ground next to the place where the soap is to be baked. Lumia is a servant after all, and she still has to lay on the floor in the priest's room every night after receiving a lot of grace. She is not a priest after all, so she can't enjoy the treatment of a separate room. She is just a guest here. As her master, Rurik should prepare a separate servant's living room for her. Or according to tradition, bring her into your own home and become a member of the family.Lurik is now thinking about soap, and the commercial value it contains. Although he is a man who knows how to manufacture, compared to the original illiterate in the tribe, Rurik also has a business acumen. The original soap was just a test product, and it was used to get the approval of the father and the priest. Only in this way can mass production be possible. And the biggest problem that restricts mass production is material. Do you still have to boil the oil yourself? No need. If you can pay some rewards and let the priests do it for you, the grease problem will be solved. In addition to the container and mold issues, they can all be solved by the priest.Lurik knew that the lives of priests also had sacrificial behavior, which required financial support. They are a small group of people who do not produce and rely entirely on the support of the tribe.The Ross tribe is actually a relatively loose tribe that is completely dependent on blood ties. In a sense, it is equivalent to the eastern "clan village community", but its organization is far from the "clan village community". Liurik lay flat on the animal skin blanket by the campfire. He was wrapped in soft fur again, and he felt extremely comfortable. He had already thought of the wonderful prospect of soap in his mind, but he didn't know how Lu Mia felt at this time. Does she...can understand the benefits of soap or other new things? At this moment, the girl is sleeping right in front of her, and the two of them are head-to-head, sleeping around the campfire to keep warm. "Lumia, are you already asleep?" "No. I can't sleep." "Why? You must be very tired." "My arm hurts." Her words caught Rurik's attention: "I'm sorry, it must be because I kept you stirring the sticks." "Please don't say that, I do." Her attitude is quite positive. Why does Rurik feel so sad to hear this? "Lu Mia." "Ok." "You will not graze tomorrow." "Why, isn't that the order you gave me?" "Yes. I changed my mind, and you will rest tomorrow. You stay in this long house, or go to see the wooden boards, or improve language learning with the priest. If there are other things, I will personally order you." Lumia was a little excited, but she still had some other concerns: "But those deer?" "Other priests will do it for you. I know that they are actually watching you for fear that you will run away with the deer. You will never run, right? You are very smart." Lu Mia's heart is tight, she is a simple person, and now facing her master, she is willing to tell her heart. She curled up in her fur, closing her eyes to try to suppress the usefulness of tears, and also tried to control her nasal sound, so that Rurik didn't realize that she was crying bitterly. She reluctantly said: "I wanted to run away, but now I don't think so. I stay, this is the best. I know you like me, mine...my master." Lumia, she is willing to respect Rurik as "herra", which is the word for "master" in the dialect of the Rus tribe in Old Norse. In fact, it also means leader.When pronounces this sound, I need to play the tongue. The simple pronunciation of "rra" is actually quite good. Hearing her words, Rurik smiled secretly. "Lu Mia." "I'm here." "Don't call me herra in the future. You can call me by my name, I don't mind, but feel kind. If you feel that lack of respect, call me masta." "masta?" Lumia was very curious. It was the first time she heard this word."Yes, it means masta, which means a wise man. I know many things. If you are willing to follow me, I am willing to leave it to you. So you can become a wise person when you grow up. In exchange, you have to obey my orders. ." "Okay, masta!" Lumia learned very quickly, but she didn't know how Rurik invented such a strange word.The word was indeed invented by Rurik. It is a simplification of the inherently thick word "master". Don't play the tongue or make a syllable, just end it with a vowel, and listen to it comfortably. The pure master-servant relationship Rurik feels a little uncomfortable anyway. If it becomes a relationship between a teacher and an apprentice, the situation is quite different. In fact, it is pure self-deception. By changing the word of address, it seems that the relationship between the two has undergone a qualitative change, and it has become a teacher and a student. Actually, they are pure masters and servants.Objectively, Rurik has absolute dominance over Lumia, and this power is recognized by all the tribe, and Lumia also thinks this is a natural thing. Lumia thought about the words she had just learned, she diverted her attention, as if her arms were no longer sore, she fell asleep after a while... The long house of the priest is very quiet. Only the charcoal in the bonfire continues to burn and gradually extinguishes, turning into a smoldering fire.The deep-stacked charcoal is the most difficult to burn. They burn very slowly and slowly release heat for a very long time. The wooden boxes containing soap are baked thermally, and the chemical changes are in progress. The creamy soap was dehydrating rapidly. Rurik's approach was actually wrong. He checked the condition of the wooden box as soon as he woke up and noticed his mistake. "Oops, I also think that baking can speed up dehydration, it seems that only the surface layer is dehydrated, but the inside is still soft!" Many priests have awakened. They are doing their own things, such as washing their faces to make the whole person sober. No one disturbed Rurik's sleep, and no one touched those "soupa" out of curiosity.Lurik was awakened by the noise. He noticed large-scale cracks in the baked soap and a soft waxy scene inside. But this is not a bad result. He fiddled with a wooden box to buckle it, and then slapped the wooden board behind, and the soap fell out. "Huh? It looks good. It's brownish-yellow, like the color that soap should have." The end facing the bonfire became quite hard and cracked, and the other parts were quite soft, and a large piece could be buckled with a little effort. How does this feel? A piece of prepared soap is held in his hand. Its appearance is like a square brick, but it has two appearances. One side is full of cracks and hard, as if air-dried for a long time. The other side seemed to be immersed in water and had a squishy feeling. At this moment, it was also the first time that Rurik, who made soap with his own hands only based on theoretical knowledge, suddenly remembered those professional soap companies. They seemed to have a process of "air drying". That is a longer "natural aging" treatment technology, under the condition of natural ventilation, the whole soap bar is naturally and evenly dehydrated. This matter is really haste but not reached. But it has basically taken shape. At this stage, the key is whether it is easy to use. Only by proving to others that something called soupa made by the leader's son is indeed effective, will there be follow-up opportunities for improvement.Lurik stood up and looked at the behavior of the priests, stunned that they were already boiling snow water, and wanted to wash their faces with warm water. For Bona, who was made up by the high priest, today is another ordinary day in the boring winter. Rurik wanted to make something novel, but he didn't know how useful it was. After all, to wash your face, it is enough to wet your face with water and wipe it with a linen cloth. Isn't this clean enough? Does it need further cleaning? Women always love beauty, and so do the priests of the tribe. They are willing to wear gems and amber as jewelry, and they will pierce their earlobes for beauty, wear gem pendants, or tattoo their skin.Tattoos, many men and women in the tribe are not opposed to tattoos. Use a steel needle to pierce the skin and then pound the toner in. Numerous small holes can form a painting. When the wound is completely healed, the skin will become more patterned. Women would do the same. They didn't expect that they could use pink daikon to cover up freckles and make cheeks rosy, or apply red flower juice on their mouths to please men more. They don't have mirrors, not even bronze mirrors. At most they can understand their faces by squatting on the water surface, but how can the reflection on the water surface clearly show the freckles on their faces? Simple washing and wiping cannot wash off freckles at all, because it is the result of the oxidation of the skin secreted by the sebaceous glands. If you want to remove them, use soap to remove excess sebum or it is a good choice. To make matters worse, compared with ordinary residents, the priests had to boil a lot of animal oil due to work reasons, and the smoked and roasted oil smoke really ruined their faces. Both men and women have freckles, Rurik has become accustomed to the faces of tribal residents. He didn't think things were so bad, because these guys, men and women, would jump into the wild pond in summer to wash off the dirt on their bodies, and in winter they would go into the steam house or burn their bodies with snow water. Compared to their distant Germanic tribes in the south, the Ross tribe loves cleanliness better. This is a very good habit. If soap can be used in a water bath or a steam bath, it is bound to bring about a revolution in bathing and a revolution in hygiene and health.Lurik aimed at Bona who was splashing her face with water, and walked out with a large bar of soap. "Bona! You can try this." Suddenly, Bona, with her eyes closed, heard the voice of a child, and suddenly opened her eyes to see that it was the lovely Rurik who was holding a group of brown squares and looking at herself with a smile. "Ah! Rurik, I really made you sleep? Is this thing in your hand..." "That's it, to wash your face and hands. Bona, you must try it, I'm sure she will make your face clean like never before." "Really?" It is her curiosity and the rhetoric of this child that makes Bona want to try. She first touched the so-called soupa tentatively, and then she touched. In a short while, her wet hands were already full of tiny sticky foam. "What's the matter? Rurik." "Hey, wash your hands quickly, you will find it incredible."Bona did so. She put her hands in the tub and stirred them before taking them out. She could clearly feel the extreme cleanliness of her hands, and she could even hear the squeaking sound when she rubbed her hands. This was something she could not wash her hands in the past. Experiential.Why? She washed her hands and went to bed as usual when she finished her work yesterday. UU reading www.uukanshu. Com's so-called hand washing is also trying to wash the hands that are full of oil after boiling oil. Of course, it is not clean with water. Even rubbing around, the large gaps in the hands can still lock some oil molecules, which makes the hands of her and other priests always maintain a slightly greasy state. But this annoying greasiness also has a benefit. Other residents are prone to the embarrassment of dry hands, but the priests have never had it. This is inseparable from the protection of grease.Rurik did not get complacent because of a little bit of success. He squatted down and put the soap next to the tub, and directly encouraged Bona: "You can do another common sense. You take oil from other oil urns and smear the oil on your hands. Go on, and then rub my soupa. When you see a lot of bubbles, put it in a basin to clean it. I'm sure you will get very clean no matter how much grease you apply." This prediction completely surpassed Bona's cognition, and the actions of the two also attracted the onlookers of some other priestesses. Rurik's rhetoric was heard by others. Under everyone's instigation and curiosity, Bona will certainly do some experiments. Someone hurriedly brought the oil urn, and Bona really bravely painted her hand, and someone else brought a basin of clean melted snow. "Is it really clean again?" Bona asked at last. "Of course, otherwise I am sorry for my efforts yesterday." "Try it then." After that, Bona boldly reached into the basin, kneaded and stirred each other in the water, when she took out the basin again, she shocked everyone...
