Chapter 167 The Era of Sleeping on the Ground Is Over

On the issue of money, Bona does not dare to be greedy for ink.

The heavy money box full of silver coins was taken back to his smithy by Cravatsen, and a simple count was made to make sure the weight was correct. After that, the fifty pounds of silver coins were returned to Rurik's money box.

For the time being, all coins are kept at home.

Sitting on so much money, Bona's eyes gleamed with gold, and Rurik's heart became more and more worried. Even if his father is the leader, the neighbors around the house are also his father's friends.

The total weight has almost reached 200 pounds of silver coins, such a huge amount of wealth, I am afraid that good people will be malicious when they see it.

Rurik is looking forward to his father's triumphant return. Before he fully grows up, only the existence of his father can perfectly deter all potential threats and protect his wealth.

Of course, there is another way to protect one's wealth, which is to use the power of wealth to build an interest group with hierarchical attributes that can be completely controlled by oneself. In a nutshell, it's just throwing money and making contracts with some people in the tribe.

At that time, even if it is for common interests, the clansmen will not try to snatch their wealth for no reason.

The time is already the third day of the sixth month of the Julian calendar.

The rainy weather was completely over, the southerly winds returned to dissipate the moisture, and the muddy roads in Roseburg quickly returned to dryness.

This is not surprising, because this so-called road has a lot of sand and gravel.

After the rain, the trees began to grow wildly.

The biggest gift of rain is to nourish some vegetables that the Rus people reluctantly grow - onions.

Some clansmen have already begun to sell their own surplus onions, and this is the price, which is slightly higher than in previous years.

Not at all because of the bad year this year, on the contrary, the climate this year is obviously slightly warmer.

Just because a lot of silver flowed into Roseburg, silver brought an unprecedented impact! In the small society of Roseburg, inflation has appeared!

The four hundred young warriors who returned, generally took advantage of the fire themselves, and more or less robbed the treasures of the Gotlanders during the war. After the "splitting conference", everyone got another sum of money.

They are sitting on huge sums of money at a young age, and their desire to spend increases. They have to satisfy their appetites first, so all the fishermen who sell their catch take the opportunity to raise their prices.

Onion, it is regarded as a kind of medicinal material by the tribe, and he happens to be a key source of vitamins. Even if people in this time and space don't know what vitamins are, they know that eating this thing is indeed good for the body.

Another point is its spicy taste. Spicy and strong taste stimulation gives everyone happiness, is there any problem with paying more money this year for this happiness?

After the rain, the fish market reopened.

From now on, Rurik has to deal with a 20% increase in the price of fish. He knew that the actions of the fishermen were understandable, and as usual, he still had to give fish and meat to the group of hundreds of young men, for which he only paid two more silver coins.

The mere two silver coins are only one ten thousandth of his current wealth.

On the 3rd of June, it was a good thing to have an opinion on Rurik.

A month ago, he recruited a group of idlers from the tribe, many of whom were older people with significantly deteriorating physical fitness. In fact, the so-called old people are only more than fifty years old.

Rurik already understood,

It is completely absurd to think of one's own father as an old man. Father Otto is still strong, it can be said that this age can be said to be amazing, and other men of the same age, the situation is not good.

Those old men were far less wealthy than the chiefs, and they had counted on the tribal wars and Sorgon's dividends to continue to live a hard life.

Now, because the powerful people in the tribe have negotiated and decided to adopt a new distribution principle.

Today's old men either rely on their sons who started a family and start a business, or use some of their savings as pension money. Their attitude towards the rest of their lives has long since been relieved, and they also believe that they have only a few years left to live.

Everyone believes that it is a miracle of life for a person to live to the age of sixty. As for the high priest Veria, who was seventy-three years old, it was indeed a gift from God.

Even if the old men become poor in physical fitness, many people are now suffering from bone diseases because they rowed too crazy when they were young.

After all, they have some skills, such as carpentry.

A group of middle-aged and elderly people have been building houses for Rurik, and the two longhouses with wooden floors he ordered have now been completed.

In fact, the two longhouses were inaugurated on June 2, with the last of the roof's rain-proof planks in place.

The construction of the two longhouses near Rurik's house was a great attempt for the Ross tribe itself.

Because, there is a strong Slavic style in the two longhouses.

More specifically, Peravina, who was married, gave her opinions on the style of the building, which Rurik took into account and relayed to the carpenters.

Building a house is like building a boat, both are the art of piecing together planks and blocks.

Carpenters dig holes with shovels and place the chiseled oak stakes into the holes. They set up a lot of stakes, and then the houses started to be built around the stakes.

The new longhouse is a kind of stilt-style building. This kind of building is suitable for the Novgorod people who live by the lake. Is it really suitable for Rosberg?

In the end two longhouses were built. Its appearance is incompatible with other dwellings. For example, under the wooden floor are a large number of wooden columns, which can allow children to walk freely. Nowadays, many clansmen are willing to hang out here, and even walk into its interior to feel the unique wooden floor and some more strange wooden platforms.

After a basic understanding of its structural details, most of the tribe lost interest.

Only a dozen carpenters were left in place, waiting for Rurik to pay them for the full month of hard work.

In the morning, Rurik led his own people as usual, and conducted a hearty collision training on the dew-hanging hillside.

After Rurik took the sweaty children under his command to eat meat, he hurried to the construction site with his close entourage Fisk and Kanuf as usual.

Today is the day of the official inspection of the house.

Rurik came, with a small burlap sack hanging from his waist, and the ding ding dong ding in it indicated that it was silver coins.

The dozen or so "middle-aged and elderly" with half-bald hair and beards who were sitting idly were supposed to sit idly, but when Rurik arrived, they all stood up in awe.

They are indeed in awe, not purely respecting Rurik's noble status, but also because this person is here to send money today.

Although he had been following the construction of the longhouses, Rurik stood below them and looked up again.

At this time, a so-called "construction captain" was actually a fifty-five-year-old old boat repairer, and said very respectfully: "Son, come and have a look. We have completely finished the house you want. Completely built. That's our wages...hehe."

"Of course." Saying that, Rurik untied his sackcloth in front of a group of gents (literally) who came around. He was not busy pulling the hemp rope, and deliberately said: "The money will be given to you, and how much it will give you depends on my mood."

"So, are you in a good mood? My little master." The old ship repairer was very respectful.

"This requires me to check it myself, and I'm going to go into the house to see what's going on."

On the day of handover, the owner inspects the house, finds the problems and reports to the developer, and asks for their own losses if they disagree.

Rurik was certainly not mean, and even now that he had money, he was willing to be generous to people he could trust.

A total of two longhouses, their specifications are exactly the same.

The area of ​​Roseburg is already relatively cramped. Because of his noble status, Rurik forcibly built a house near his home. With the support of the leader's father, others have to hold back even if they have objections.

The longhouses are built on wooden stakes, and each building has thirty stikas, or about thirty meters.

It can be said that it is a real longhouse.

Theoretically, it can be built longer, but it is hindered by the material. The selected beam is made of pine wood. It is 30 stika in length, and the house can only be built so long.

They all have gabled roofs and their interiors are eight stika wide.

"Come on, Fisk, Kanuf, come in with me and see. I know you're here for the first time," Rurik greeted.

Yes, these two are indeed entering for the first time, and their eyes are full of curiosity.

For example, he actually stepped on the floor made of wood.

"My leader, they use wood for the floor, is it okay?" Kanuf asked in surprise, while he jumped vigorously, "I'll never trample the floor by jumping like this."

Rurik smirked and shook his head: "You're too light. Have you underestimated the quality of these trees? Look, every piece of wood on the floor can be the keel of a fishing boat."

"What you said is very reasonable." The old boat repairman complimented: "For the house you want, I dare not make any deception. All the wood is carefully selected by us."

Rurik nodded with satisfaction: "I know that your work is very serious, and I am very happy."

"Ah, you're happy. For this salary, see if you can..." As he said, the old guy smiled, and his inner anxiety was undoubtedly revealed.

"I'll check again."

Rurik did have to check it out, because this would be the servants' quarters.

Since it is a dormitory, Rurik had a very clear purpose from the very beginning, so the furnishings here are all based on the large public dormitory that Rurik understands.

Those wooden platforms inside the longhouse were nothing but beds.

Now, the identity of the Rus is still Viking, and there is basically no Slavic component in it. And this longhouse contains some so-called Slavic elements.

The so-called Russian subjects often sleep in narrow wooden beds, even if such wooden windows are easy to turn over and fall to the ground at night. It is actually the rules set for soldiers' dormitories during the time of Peter the Great. First, a barracks can accommodate more people, and second, the cramped beds forced soldiers to obey discipline.

The Tsarist-style bed with a width of only 90 centimeters is really inhumane. The standard Rurik set for craftsmen is two stikas in length and one stika plus one palm in width.

In this way, the width of the bed must reach 110 cm, and an adult lying on it will not feel too cramped.

In order to avoid falling off in sleep, all wooden platforms are also installed with a little stake on the edge to act as a railing.

He stretched out his hand and stroked it: "Not bad."

The old boat repairer who followed him hurriedly asked: "Of course our craftsmanship is good. That is, do you really intend to let people sleep on this?"

"What? You don't feel right?" Rurik turned around.

"It feels a little weird."

"No! As long as you try, you'll get used to it. Uncle, don't sleep on the ground anymore."

The boat repairer still shook his head: "Son, with all due respect, I can't accept your whimsy. Sleeping on this log makes me feel like a fish on a plank."

Hearing this, Rurik almost laughed.

He finally held back, he couldn't imagine that this old guy was quite humorous and could compare a wooden bed with a chopping board.

Rurik shook his head: "I won't force you, but I will force my servants. These wooden platforms I call beds. I will have a large number of servants, and they will all sleep on them. This is the home of a large group of people, I hope you will not be surprised in the future."

Not surprisingly? That's ridiculous.

There are 40 beds in this long house, that is, 20 beds in each row, and it is normal to accommodate 40 people. Rurik doesn't think this is strange. He thinks that the servant's dormitory he built has fully drawn on the experience of the military camp dormitory. The house is naturally warmer.

The specifications of the two longhouses are exactly the same, and there are no other furnishings except the bare wooden bed.

Of course, it is designed with windows. There are five wooden windows on the left and right wooden walls of the huge longhouse.

Since there are no glass windows, the lighting is to use wooden sticks to support the wooden window panels. Therefore, the interior is still relatively dim during the day, and at night we can only rely on the dim light of oil lamps.

Anyway, the residents didn't have too many requirements on the accommodation conditions. As this old guy said, he actually felt that it was right to sleep alone on the ground. Sleeping on a wooden bed was a deviant approach. There must be a lot of people who think like this.

They may all have doubts. After all, Rurik checked all the wooden beds and made sure that they did not cut corners on this key item. In order to prove its reliability, Rurik ordered Kanuf to climb up, and ordered him to jump vigorously on the wooden bed.

"Yes, you still can't crush it." Rurik muttered with satisfaction.

For a while, Kanuf hurriedly stomped on it, but he was still unable to shake the sturdy oak plank.

The old ship repairer laughed when he saw it: "Forget it, if he can smash the planks, we can't have a sturdy boat."

"So, these wooden boards are also the material of ships?" Rurik asked curiously.

"More than wood planks!" The old boat repairman stretched out his right hand and pointed everywhere: "Here! And here! There! All the materials can be used in boat building. So, children, for your longhouse, we are reporting to build boats. with the attitude of doing it. We can all guarantee that it is the most solid possible..."

"How could it be?" Rurik demanded.

"Even if it snows heavily this winter, the snow can't crush the roof! It is absolutely impossible to collapse. Just like our tribe's ships can carry amazing loads, the same is true for the houses built by us old guys."

"Okay! I'd really like to believe you, let's go out now."

It was empty after all, and the air still felt damp. Rurik didn't want to stay long until the place became popular.

Outdoors, the workers who were waiting for the news were almost impatient, and when they saw their sponsor reappeared, they subconsciously embraced them.

"You all be quiet." Rurik shouted.

"Now, I'll give you money, or according to our previous agreement, I'll give you silver coins." After that, Rurik finally opened the burlap bag and showed the heavy silver coins inside.

This time, Rurik did carry a lot of silver coins. In fact, before this inspection, Rurik had been taking time to pay attention to the construction progress of the new house. Whether they cut corners or not, and if so, Rurik knew long ago.

The truth is that they didn't slack off.

"You are doing very well. I will give each of you more money. Each of them adds up to twelve silver coins, and that's the decision."

If so, Rurik paid the same money. Not only did he bring more than one pound of silver coins on this trip, but there were still two left after the distribution. Don't hold these two coins, he threw them directly to the "foreman" old ship repairer as an extra bonus.

Twelve silver coins, even at the current price, they can buy fish and eat enough to live for the first half of the year. If they are frugal, and relying on this silver coin to solve the problem of eating, they can completely use the ice and snow to melt the next year.

Some people were holding money in their hands, and in an instant they burst into tears.

A group of elderly people wept with joy, which also attracted the onlookers and discussions of some clansmen.

Rurik didn't intend to appease them, so cry when you should.

When they were a little better, Rurik said loudly, "You all gather here with me. Hurry up!"

They came one after another, and at this time Rurik also made an important decision; "Uncles, don't feel that you are satisfied with a little silver. I will provide you with another opportunity to make money."

"What is it?!" The boat repairer asked urgently.

"Build me another house, the same style, but a smaller house. I'm going to make it my new home. You don't know, but I...I don't like sleeping on the ground. You guys should keep the house under warranty as soon as possible. If the quantity is good, money is not a problem, I think living comfort is the problem. Maybe I feel comfortable, I will give each of you an extra twenty silver coins. "

Rurik's words didn't move his head, and he promised "twenty silver coins" to come.

These people believe it, and their eyes are full of fighting spirit.

There was work again, and these old bones cheered up one after another.

The old ship repairer had no intention of resting at all, so he raised his face and said firmly: "We can start now, and start planning a foundation now."

"Okay. If you have any other requirements, tell me now. If there is any difficulty, I will help you solve it."

"There is a problem," said the old ship repairer.

"What is it?"

"The venue. I hope your decision will not attract opposition from the other clansmen. You know, the current situation in Roseburg. Our home is really cramped."

The words are reasonable, and Rurik doesn't think there is any problem with this. He said: "I can use money to solve all the objections. As for you, I want a wooden house with ten stikas in length and eight stikas in width, which is relatively square. Remember, you use scrapers to work the wood well. If the floor is flat enough, I'll pay you more."

They put the silver coins into their pockets, and then, without any intention of taking a break, immediately under Rurik's order, they chose a flat field with grass and gravel as the foundation of the new house.

After all, they are all shipbuilding craftsmen, and naturally they are senior carpenters, but when they are too old, they can no longer be like when they were young.

However, the tools they used to build ships and repair ships have achieved key use in building houses.

The sun went down on June 3rd, and they were already in the wasteland, using a rope ruler (that is, some hemp rope, with a knot for each stika length) to complete the foundation measurement.

As for the work of felling oak or pine to make stakes, or even piecing together wooden floors and walls, they are all a matter of time to come!

Rurik started construction again, and Harozov, who was still the "war chief", had to figure out what the son of the chief wanted to do. It seems that it is a new construction project.