Chapter 93 Blacksmith Kravason

It was another cold morning, and unlike the outdoors, the charcoal fire that burned overnight gave the residents enough warmth.

After waking up, Rurik got up and patted the sleepy Rumia awake.

"Rumia, get up. Eat something, we have other things to do."

She slowly got out of the warm sleeping bed, rubbed her eyes, and quickly put on the warm sweater coat.

Even with a bonfire, the indoor warmth has not reached the level of hot sweat.

In fact, the inhabitants of the tribe do not know what is called heat and what is called heat stroke.

Niya cut some jerky and cooked some porridge with wheat for breakfast.

Rurik took some pieces of meat between two wooden sticks and threw them into the clay pot he was holding.

I don't know when it started, Nia and Otto began to discover that when their son was eating meat, he always flexibly manipulated two branches with his right hand, and the branches replaced his fingers.

Chopsticks, it can easily pick out food in boiling water. Orientals have been fond of cooking since ancient times, and manipulating wooden sticks instead of hands is probably the most suitable method.

Niya didn't think there was anything special about it, just nibbling on the jerky with her hands. clean and hygienic? Bacterial virus? These feelings do not exist at all. The so-called filth is limited to human and animal excrement, as well as rotting meat and moldy bread. New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest computer:

Her only dissatisfaction was that her son took too much meat, and even the son ordered the servants to eat more.

With more and more money at home, once the meat is not enough, you can go to the sealer to pay a higher price for fresh meat. With that in mind she doesn't say anything anymore.

After all, Rurik was only seven years old. After he was quickly full, he raised his head and asked his father, "Let's go to the blacksmith next?"

"Yes. To make you an iron sword, and silver ornaments for your servant."

"Ah, I see, I hope they can make me a good sword."

Otto glanced at his son and continued to nibble on the meat.

He gnawed on the meat and muttered in his heart.

A good sword? The best blacksmith can't make a good sword!

Otto vaguely remembered his deceased father claiming that the sword "Destroyer" came from an ancestor's battle, that it was captured on the battlefield.

The "Destroyer" has a certain elasticity, the blade is extremely sharp, and the blade is covered with patterns.

Rurik had long seen that the material used for this sword was ancient patterned steel.

It must be folded, forged and beaten by pig iron and wrought iron. The mixed iron blocks are flattened and then folded, so that they are flattened and folded again.

Repeatedly hammering until the craftsman felt enough was enough, and finally hammered into the shape of a sword.

After the last quenching, the sword body becomes covered with patterns. Because the carbon content of iron is different, the color of the performance is also different.

Almost carbon-free wrought iron is soft and bendable, and carbon-rich pig iron is hard but brittle.

Combining the two into one forging is a genius invention due to the limited technical conditions in ancient times.

Of course it won't have to be so troublesome in a thousand years.

The ultra-high temperature of the electric furnace directly melts the molten iron, and the more extreme acetylene flame instantly completes the gasification.

To turn pure iron into steel, simply sprinkle carbon powder on the molten iron, so that people can accurately quantify and control the carbon content of steel and the specific gravity of other metals.

Problems that the ancients could not solve by various means will not be a problem at all after a thousand years.

If pure molten iron could be made by pre-industrial methods,

Most of the metal problems are solved. However, even if the high-quality coking coal is re-coked coke, the maximum energy it releases cannot make the furnace reach 1500 degrees, and the pure iron still cannot be melted.

However, when the temperature exceeds 700 degrees, the red-hot iron becomes soft, and the charcoal is burned to the limit of 1200 degrees. The silicide in the iron ore is a pile of liquid "glass" flowing out of the furnace, and the workers face the remaining iron-carbon alloy. Desperately beating, in the end there is only a piece of pure iron left.

Rurik did not ask his father about the details of the blacksmith, because he naturally knew a lot.

He could be quite sure that the Ross tribe simply couldn't make steel that could be used as a weapon on their own.

After Rurik finished eating, he took Rumia and followed his father closely. He carried a stack of silver coins in his pocket, which was used as the capital for custom-made saber, and secondly, the raw material for silver jewelry.

Most people don’t run out of their homes in the cold winter. Most people who go out are carrying axes and other tools, dragging sleds to dig holes in the frozen ocean, or throwing fishing hooks with hemp ropes, or waiting for the outcrops to emerge. The breathing seal gave it a blow in the head.

The hunters left, and the clan's intricate streets returned to quiet.

It was so quiet, the cold arctic wind could be heard so clearly, and there was a rattle in the wind.

Is that a blacksmith shop?

Rurik doesn't run around the beach even in warm weather, because there's no need.

Since he will not be dragged back by his parents to start free-roaming, he is more willing to lead a group of peers to the hills in the west for training.

He rarely had the opportunity to come to the beach, but there were a large number of alien longhouses here, and the sound of ding ding dong dong came from the next.

Rurik grabbed his father's hand and pointed to a giant longhouse: "That must be the dock, are they making a new boat?"

"Probably. When the snow melts, I will take your uncles and your brother to Novgorod again."

"Is Sister Peravina going too?" Rurik asked suddenly.

"Of course, I have to tell the chief that I have treated all Novgorod women kindly, so they will give me more tribute." As a father, Otto felt it was very necessary to tell his son this. On a whim, he asked, "Son, what would you do if you were me?"

"Me? I should be the leader of the Novgorods myself, that's what I always thought."

Otto laughed boldly. He patted his son's thin shoulder, remembering many things his son had said. It seems that the son was never joking. He really made Rurik the leader, and those idiots in Novgorod actually want to become members of the Rus tribe?

Make those people slaves?

Do not! Rurik must have no such plans.

This kind-hearted child was very kind to the captives of the deer keepers, just like his family, and when he grew up, he was afraid that the same would be true for the Novgorods.

Otto sighed with emotion all his life, and he finally patted his son on the back: "Go ahead, future leader. Before you can lead many people, you must have a good sword." After speaking, he glanced at Lu who was following him. Mia, sternly ordered: "And you, humble servant. Your master is very good to you. If you dare to do any disobedience in the future, God will punish you."

Rumia, how dare she rebel?

She followed Rurik closely, and soon, a cloud of black smoke suddenly appeared in the clear sky.

Rurik took a closer look and saw that the roof of a longhouse with an open wooden door not far away had a chimney structure very rarely, and a lot of black smoke came from it!

Walking forward a little further, the sound of ding ding dong dong came from the door, this building must be a blacksmith shop!

"Interesting, how come I didn't know that a blacksmith shop was hidden here after I traveled through the past few years?"

Just when Rurik was muttering, Otto pulled him hard and almost carried him away, urging: "Child, let's hurry up. And that servant, follow."

So, who is the best blacksmith in the tribe?

Otto is the one who knows best. There are actually only five blacksmith shops in this huge tribe, and there are only a handful of recognized professional blacksmiths.

The real people of the tribe and all the guest residents have a population of about 7,000 people.

I have to say that blacksmiths are really hard work. They have to find ore by themselves and carry back a lot of ore by themselves. The smelting and forging work are all done by the blacksmiths themselves.

These professional blacksmiths almost rely on selling their labor in exchange for food.

The hard work is really hard, and the benefits are actually still possible.

Even for the sake of money, there should be more people willing to be blacksmiths in theory.

There are only so few blacksmiths, and the new blacksmiths are all the sons of the old blacksmiths, and this job is also passed on from women to men.

The biggest reason in the final analysis is very simple, blacksmiths will never become warriors, and blacksmiths have no interest in becoming Valhalla's heroic spirits. When a person decides to become a blacksmith, or any other professional craftsman, they are effectively abandoned by the tribe's warrior culture.

They are religious and aspire to be nursery servants.

Therefore, people who believe in Odin are willing to take risks and fight, and people who believe in nursery are willing to smelt and forge, and even discover gems and gold in the deep mountains.

Otto still remembers the seizure of two old axe with engravings during the northward attack on the deer keepers.

A young man named Kawhi was ordered by his father Clawson to hunt a deer in order to make a new blower from its hide.

Because of the original blower, it is an air bag made of leather. The bag is covered with a wooden board. Manually lift the wooden board to inhale, and press it to supply air. Its principle and structure are very simple. It is used throughout Europe, which is the efficiency Not as good as their eastern counterparts.

The appearance of Otto surprised the two blacksmiths in the room.

In the same way, Rurik was even more surprised to see an old man with an exaggerated beard than his father's.

"Hey Clavason, here I come."

"It's the leader! You don't come to me to chat on weekdays. Once you come, you will reward me a lot if you want me to make something."

Hearing this, Otto felt very comfortable, then glanced at the forging table made of a large blackened iron mound, only to see the young man, still holding pliers in one hand, and hammering in his right hand, as if he didn't know this. Chief's visit.

The young man is naturally Kawi. Seeing him look at the old Kravason again, Otto's stomach is holding some words, and now he is really unhappy.

"Klavathon, you are the best blacksmith I am sure. You are old, and so am I! My son is only seven years old, and your son is twenty years old. I admired his bravery last time. ."

The leader's polite remarks, Clavasson, could understand, and he murmured with pretended regret: "So I should find a wife for my son, but you know that our tribe lacks young women, and even girls have masters. Maybe. …”

Kravasen's expression suddenly became funny, he leaned over to Otto and muttered, "After the snow melts, let my son follow you again, and you go to Novgorod. I don't care about the distribution of those tributes. , I just ask him to find a beautiful Novgorod woman, lol. I wish I could have a grandson before the end of my life and see my grandson also start to become a blacksmith."

Clavason spoke from the bottom of his heart, but suddenly thought of the tragedy that happened to the leader.

The poor chief, if his eldest son had not died, he would have married and had children by now.

That's right, the leader was originally a young nephew Arik, and now there is news that the stinky boy's beautiful Novgorod wife is pregnant.

Seeing these good things, how can Kravason not envy?

Cravason was afraid of offending the leader. He saw that the leader brought his youngest son Rurik, who was accompanied by a little girl.

"Hey! Chief! Did you already choose a wife for your son? It's also possible, you can raise it first when you are still young, you can continue to train her to do housework, and when this girl grows up, she will be a wife."

Issues such as marriage are actually very sensitive to young Kawi.

A 20-year-old tribal young man should get married as soon as possible. He doesn't hate his blacksmith profession. If he has a wife, his life pursuit is basically enough.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

Kawei looked up at the little girl and directly corrected: "Dad, this girl is a deer breeder and the only captive last time. She is a servant."

"Oh? I've heard about this." Clavathon realized that he was a little embarrassed, stopped paying attention to the girl Rumia, and continued to ask the leader, "So what can I do for you? Build some tools? Nothing Question, I will be the first in the leader's order."

"Continue with your work. I want you to do something. It can be ranked in the back if it is not in a hurry. There is only one thing, you have to do it quickly."

"It was for you."

"Rurik, do the silver jewelry first, and take out the silver coins," Otto told his son.

Rurik hurriedly reached into his sackcloth pocket and took out a stack of silver coins, there were ten in number.

Cravatson and Kawhi were surprised to see this!

"Ah! Chief, what exactly do you want me to do? Is the reward for ten silver coins a few more rubies inlaid on that divine sword?"

"That's not enough, but rubies are needed." After that, Otto patted his son on the shoulder, "Come and talk to him."

Rurik nodded, raised his head to look at the huge bearded Klavassen, and couldn't help but wonder if this man was burning ore at his small stove, shouldn't he burn his beard?

"I'm Rurik, and I'm going to make some decorations with these coins."

"Ornament? Oh? For women?" Clavason asked.

"certainly."

"For your mother? Oh, what a good boy."

Cravason naturally thought so, and never wanted Rurik to make the most complete denial. I saw Rurik suddenly grabbed Rumia's tiny arm and said, "Make some jewelry for my servant. There must be a necklace inlaid with rubies or amber, and a bracelet."

Rurik wanted to make a set of jewelry for Rumia. Considering that she did not have ear holes, it was not suitable to make earrings for the time being.

Ten silver coins are actually forty grams, and Rurik can feel the weight of ten silver coins, so she won't feel uncomfortable if she wears less of them on Lulumia's body.

"You actually gave it to a servant..." Cravason looked surprised, he turned to look at Otto: "Boss, you all know?"

"Why, can't you?" Rurik retorted, "I'll give you the money, and I'll even give you a bar of soap. You should know that, clever blacksmith. Two silver pieces of soap will help you clean all stains, which is Definitely useful for blacksmiths."

"Ah! Soap!" Many magical rumors reached Klavathon at the first time, and he learned that behind the priests' soap making, Odin gave Rurik the wisdom.

Kravathan believed this should be true, but would Odin's favor be given to Thor's servants?

Soap is a good thing, and silver coins are even more wonderful.

Anyway, money is money, just smelting silver coins to make jewelry, and jewelry is actually rewarded to servants.

Clavasson couldn't help but speculate that Rurik really planned to marry this servant as his wife in the future, but the matter had to be kept secret for now. The purpose is very simple. It is not a good thing for the master to marry the servant.

Unless Rurik really becomes the leader, it doesn't matter how many servants he bestows.

Clavason tacitly understands that he has not been stupid enough to offend the accepted successor of the leader.

"Ten silver coins to make necklace pendants and bracelets, I can do it quickly, but it's more expensive because I use gems."

Rurik was also very generous, and he took out ten silver coins: "How is this reward? Together with the money to buy your gems."

"Ah, that's enough! That's enough! Even..." Cravason wanted to tell the truth, the so-called cost of gems and gems was less than three silver coins, and he just saw the money.

Rurik didn't say much, and looked very generous: "I'll be honest, I make jewelry, and all the rewards are ten silver coins. There is one more thing. I want an iron sword, and the hilt will be plated with silver. Silver-plate the blade if you can. I've heard that a short sword one-third the length of a stika costs three silver coins, and I'll give you five silver coins in return, and of course the silver-plated money."

Rurik's words were thoughtful and logical, and Klavassen secretly admired it. Of course, what he admired most was that Rurik actually took out 25 silver coins, which was a big deal!

Among them, as a blacksmith, you can earn at least ten.

Look at the child, and then look at the leader, he estimates that the money is from the leader.

It means that the leader takes himself seriously.

Rurik didn't say much, and put all the silver coins on Kravassen's calloused hands.

"Blacksmith, start now, I will see my servant wear the jewelry soon."

"Oh! I'll do it right away!" Klavathon roared a dragon, which meant that the old guy himself had to use all his skills to create a rare piece of jewelry.

Because of the ten delicate tasks of making jewelry, his son Kawei is currently struggling to make jewelry for the future wife of the future leader. This honor cannot be missed.