Rise of Rurik

. The first night gradually came, and Rurik, who personally participated in the labor and set an example, also ended his work of handling fine wood parts.

During the whole afternoon of construction, Lurik didn't help much. Facing the so-called settlements turned into huge construction sites, he was full of hope for the future, but now, the messy scene of the construction site is really unbearable!

He felt that woodwork pieces that needed to be used were scattered everywhere, "At night, I still ran to put it on to sleep? Anyway, the long boat was pulled up."

A large number of bonfires have been burning for an afternoon, and those large excess branches have naturally become excellent fuel. It was the heat of the bonfire that caused the ground near it to be dried.

A group of women from the gray squirrel tribe manages a batch of pottery urns roasted by a fire and cooks the wheat inside. The action of making porridge lasted for a long time. When the work in the afternoon was over, the tired people got the reward they dreamed of!

What people saw was that Rurik really didn't break his promise. Everyone ate the boiled and pulpy oatmeal. Among them, there were some people with big appetites, and their stomachs were stuffed with mushy wheat.

Those fishermen who followed also landed on the new settlement in Rurik, which is said to be named "Fort Elron". They brought a lot of catches, and the worst thing is that there are not many catches.

The fishermen expressed their regrets to Rurik. Seeing the few herrings sold at a low price, Rurik understood why his people lacked the motivation to explore the north for a long time. The co-author is entirely because there are few fishery resources in this area, and the brothers can’t catch more fish, so why come here to waste time.

But things are different now!

A fisherman in his fifties walked into Rurik himself. He is carrying a small rattan basket, which is what is called a whole day's harvest.

The old man claimed to be a fighter when he was young, had been to Novgorod many times, and even fought against the Gotland.

"Rurik, take a look, this is a gift from God. It's really bad, there are too few fish."

Rurik took the rattan basket in public, and he didn't feel much weight. Knowing the situation of other fishermen, he was mentally prepared before opening the lid.

Sure enough, there were less than ten herrings in it.

"This... why is there so little?"

"It's so few. It seems that this place is not a good place for fishing."

Rurik doesn’t think the situation is bad, because the Corvin people rely on catching river catches for their livelihood. “You...maybe you and others should go upstream along the river. The Corvin people caught a lot of fish in the river. The upstream of the river we have now is full of hope."

"Forget it!" The old fisherman may be too old because of his adventurous heart: "Let the young people go. Rürik, I plan to go back. Seriously, I would rather go fishing in the south. I don’t want to waste time here."

"Do you really want to leave?"

"Yes it is."

"Well, you can go back. I only have one request."

Rurik thought for a while. He gathered some of the fishermen who had landed and bought all their catches first. Then he asked: "You go back and take me to the left-behind people with a question mark and tell them about our northern settlement. Everything is normal for construction. But we need more supplies! As fishermen, you must catch as much as possible and ship them here as soon as possible. I also want you to bring a group of carpenters to support my work, and I will pay you."

What Rurik said was to get further supplies from the rear.

After all, it was the first night of landing, and he was determined to consume the food he brought with him extravagantly. However, this kind of consumption will not last long. In the end, everyone must rely heavily on supplies from the rear, or desperately fishing and hunting, hunting all edible food from the local area.

Everyone can enjoy the oatmeal with salt, but most people don't know that such a good life cannot last long.

A few people knew their own food situation, and they couldn't help chatting about food issues with their companions by the campfire.

The most discussed are the mines not far from the east, especially Kawei and his group of children who study blacksmithing work, they shoulder very important responsibilities.

The future arrangements are actually very clear. On the first day of landing, the entire team has some rest and preparation. This person will go to the mine early in the morning.

Fresh pine sticks were thrown into the fire. The sticks first steamed out a lot of moisture, and then burned violently.

The pine resin in the wooden slats was cracked and the flame jumping was magnificent. Enjoying this thermal baking, all the people sitting around the campfire were very happy.

Undoubtedly, Mezzasta, the leader of the gray squirrel tribe, is full of hope for the future, and he feels that his tribe has been fully valued by the Ross people.

He leaned to Rurik's side and offered a bunch of small fish that he had grilled himself.

"Your gift?" Rurik asked.

"Master, eat, the flying fish I just exchanged with those fishermen. The fish has its internal organs and its head removed. It is grilled according to our habits."

"Okay." Sniffing the aroma of herring meat, Rurik took the gift, and he estimated that this person must come to discuss something important.

No, Metzasta spoke up.

"Master, the houses under construction are all rewarded to my tribe?"

"Of course."

"Oh, it would be great to live in such a house. I know we must pay for it."

Rurik cheered up with a clever: "You are very smart, of course you have to pay."

After that, his little finger pointed to the east and pointed to the hill looming under the starlight.

"You already know very well, I want your people to mine. Your men must mine, and some of them must learn to make iron. In the future, your tribe will not have to go to great lengths to catch pine trees, your tribe I thought I smelt iron for a living."

"This..." Mezzasta's expression turned a little embarrassed.

"what happened to you?"

"Master, we don't have that much self-confidence. To be a blacksmith requires a long study. I'm not sure that my people can have that much wisdom."

Is this modest? Do not! Obviously it is simply cowardice.

With a delicate little face, Rurik stared into Mezzasta’s eyes: "You must learn to strike iron, because your people have tried it. The mine is right in front of us, and the expedition you dispatched discovered it. ."

"This...it is true."

"So, you are very responsible for what happened later. Your expedition attacked my servant, and I had to take revenge. Now that you have all become my servants, this will end here." Rurik I reiterated my attitude, others are small, and some words made Mezzasta sweat.

This is called artificial knife and me as fish, even if the knife holder is a little boy.

"Well, we will try our best to learn to strike iron."

"Alright. Taking advantage of this opportunity, we gather to determine some future things."

A group of important figures from the entire team gathered by the bonfire where Rurik was sitting. The most important person here was the leader of the Grey Squirrel Tribe, who asked to discuss the future of the Grey Squirrel Tribe.

After eating, Rurik feels full of energy, and the body and mind that should have been exhausted are also refreshed.

Others stood in front of a group of sitting people like big ghosts.

He said: "Now the settlement has been built. You veterans, know that this was a temporary camp after our battle last year, and that this will be a permanent settlement in the future. What name should I give it? I think it's called Fort Elon couldn't be more suitable."

Many people already know this term. It is the first time the chief Otto mentioned it. People have estimated that the settlements rising in the north will be named after it.

"Do you have any comments?"

First of all, the Ross people have no opinion. This kind of thing itself has to be done according to the leader's will, and the people below can just watch it.

Unexpectedly, Mezzasta carefully explained his opinions. He knew that "Aron" means iron in the Norse language, but simply called "Iron City" did not satisfy the permanent settlers of the Grey Squirrel Tribe.

After all, "Gray Squirrel" is a name that everyone has been known for since ancient times!

Facing the sharp eyes of the Ross warriors, Mezzasta suppressed the tension and said: "Master, I have only one hope. Please be sure to add the names of those of us to the names of the settlements."

"You? Do you call it a squirrel. Well, the squirrel in our language is called..."

"Let's use our language. It's called Orava."

Rurik thought for a while, and he did not deny it. After all, his future rule needs the support of this group of scholars, and he must become the king of the group that speaks the same Old Finnish language. In a sense, the Kewen people belong to the first group of people who follow the dragon, and naturally need some preferential treatment, so as to serve as a benchmark to warn the new survivors of the benefits of being loyal servants.

"Well, then add Orava." As he said, Lurik raised his foot and stomped three feet vigorously. "I have decided that the settlement we are in is called Elon Orava. Metzas What do you think of the tower?"

"Good name!"

From the face of this guy, Rurik saw satisfaction, and he had to wonder how important a name is to a race.

The settlement has a brand new name, and its original meaning is "the city of iron squirrels."

The gray squirrel has become an iron squirrel, which is a wonderful thing to think about.

This is not so much a bonfire meeting surrounded by people, as it is a one-man show by Rurik.

He Rurik is the decision maker, and others must surround him.

"Now that you have a name! Metzasta, I have given your people another request for architecture."

"Please tell me, we will do it perfectly."

Rurik smiled softly: "You will do well, that is your strength. I ask your people to cut down the big trees and look around the entire settlement to build tall walls and detachable wooden doors."

"This...for defensive operations? Who is our enemy?" Mezzasta became vigilant.

Rurik finally laughed and said, "Relax, you are all my servants, and the wall is built for your own protection. As for the enemy, who do you think it is? A hostile tribe? How could it be possible?!"

"Who is it..."

"It's a white bear!"

As soon as Rurik said this, the people sitting around immediately made their sullen faces burst into laughter.

Many people burst into tears with laughter, and were still muttering, such as a white bear or wolf, which scared us to build a wall.

"Don't laugh! I said, build the wall, you must build it for me! I can't let bears wander around our settlement!"

For this matter, Mezzasta could not laugh. The Corvins built mountain fortresses on hills or highlands, mainly to resist the attack of hostile tribes, and also to defend against beasts.

Rurik added: "I admire the mountain fort you built. In the end, we didn't break it. It was you who surrendered."

Speaking of this, many Ross fighters who had gone through that battle cast sharp gazes again, like a group of beasts, trying to devour Mezzasta alive.

"Those things are over." Metzasta said cautiously, "I don't have any hatred against you, I am your servant."

"Yeah. It is indeed over. The two rivals in the past are sitting together and chatting about the future."

If that is the case, why does Rurik feel that his words are so hypocritical? Pooh! Hypocrisy is also relative, and hypocrisy is not to be blamed for the winner.

After all, peace was restored between the two sides, and Rurik did not want to abuse the group of surrenders. He was worried that if excessive measures were taken, this group of unruly Kewen crowds would be forced to counterattack.

They need to be respected, even in the form of respect, let them know that, as the future leader of Ross, he values ​​them.

So, can Rurik appear in a good play in form?

Of course there is.

Next, what Rurik discussed with everyone was nothing more than his emotions about the fish resources in the rivers of the region, as well as his strong enthusiasm for the development of mines and timber resources.

He actually wants to talk about fishing. The so-called real freshwater fish will not live in the brackish and unsalty offshore areas. Even if there is only a little salinity, freshwater fish are just as rare to survive.

The fishermen have not explored the depths of the river today. Some fishermen will be withdrawn early tomorrow morning, and some will definitely stay. A group of young fishermen (acting as elite warriors during the war) learned that since the settlements are undergoing major construction work, Lurik is rewarding the landing workers very well. Things have become like this, so what are you doing to fish and fish by chance? !

It would be better to log in and rush to Rurik to ask for an errand, for which the kid will definitely arrange a job and then pay generously.

A group of fishermen are stranded with this attitude, and they will eventually realize their unique value. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Let's talk about Rurik here. He took the opportunity to lead the tribes who participated in the battle to recall the war that took place six months ago, and on the other hand to inform Mezzasta about the whereabouts of the Corvins who were killed.

In the previous recollection, the Ross people present were talking and laughing, and the fierce battle with their hands gesturing crossbows through the enemy's body. Seeing their excitement, Mechasta really couldn't laugh, and even thought it was for his tribe. Insult.

What can we do? This time the Russ brought a lot of so-called steel-armed crossbows. What exactly are these terrifying weapons going to do? Are there other enemies here?

Or is it just that Rurik wanted to shoot a white bear and hunt for precious bear skins?

Mezzasta felt that his estimate was correct, otherwise Rurik would not deliberately mention the bear. What the ferocious Roths said is true. The stubby arrows fired by their crossbows are really luxurious and sharp weapons. He believes that there is definitely no leather armor in this world that can protect him, unless the whole body is covered with iron plates, just like the country called Rome claimed by the southern Finnish storyteller, it has armor that resembles fish scales, but the so-called Fish scales, every scale is a real piece of iron!

It is really suitable for hunting bears.