Rise of Rurik

The world, or the universe, how should it be formed?

What Rurik strongly believed was that in this age everyone in the world would think that everything they knew was created by a great being.

Therefore, every ancient ethnic group has a variety of beliefs, and they need a founder, so that they are no longer confused about their own existence, and they are also looking for a meaning for their own existence.

In a bleak world, the mountains of the fjord act as a barrier against most of the cold winds from the Arctic. The sea was frozen and the earth was covered with snow. The sky was very clear at night, and the moonlight and the aurora illuminated the snow. starter

The large number of wooden houses in Roseburg are warm places, and many people have already got into the nest made of animal skins and fell asleep.

Rurik sat on the leather cushion with the attitude of a teacher.

Two of his students were already very old, the blacksmiths Kravason and Kawhi, who wanted to hear what Rurik had to say about the human world.

The two of them sat cross-legged with their eyes burning like a torch, and Rurik also posed with a priestly seriousness.

"We all know that there is a giant named Ymir, and Odin created everything from his corpse. The giant tree holds up the human world and Valhalla. Odin is the Lord of Valhalla, The Valkyrie is his servant, and our fallen warriors will be the warriors of the temple..."

Rurik retells the mythological records he has seen on the boards of the longhouse, in an attempt to strike a sympathy with Kravassen first.

He kept on narrating, and suddenly, Clavason interrupted.

"Rurik, my dear, I have known these ancient stories. I also know that Odin created the human world, and I know that Odin is Thor's father."

"Huh? You all know?" Rurik's eyes widened.

Cravatson laughed. "We're blacksmiths, of course we know. Don't compare us to those fishermen, my dear."

"Fisherman, you mean those warriors?"

"Of course! They think they can go to Valhalla after killing a lot of enemies on the battlefield, but I hope they can. It has nothing to do with us blacksmiths, we are Thor's servants. You should tell me something more realistic, I just want to know now, your short sword was originally made of ordinary things, is it because it has been beaten and roasted more times, it has become extremely hard? Why?!"

Rurik scratched his head, he really overestimated the mythical beliefs of the blacksmith.

Perhaps from the beginning, blacksmiths and other professional craftsmen, they were more realistic and more mundane than others.

"Okay, I'll tell you now, but I'll start from the beginning!" Rurik emphasized.

"Where to start?"

"It started with the death of the giant." Rurik resumed his serious expression to emphasize that his words were true: "The giant Ymir died, and Odin used divine power to turn the corpse into powder. This powder is stronger than you can The powder of understanding is even smaller. It is the smallest existence that Odin can create, and it is the smallest existence that builds our human world. I don't know what to call it. I now call it the indivisible thing, It's called an atom."

Atom, derived from atomos, the classical Greek for "indivisible things".

What Rurik is talking about now is a statement that Kravasen, who has lived for a long time, can't understand it. He recalls it hard, and he is particularly sure that the wise man of the tribe, Willia, has never explained the composition of the world in this way, but it cannot be explained by It is nonsense to speculate on Rurik's words.

Because this child is indeed blessed by Odin, isn't soap a proof.

Kravason didn't care at first. He deliberately said: "I can't understand what you said. Could it be that we... including myself are also composed of what you call atoms."

"Of course! I can tell you with great certainty that everything is made of the smallest atom, and because of this, Odin can..."

Rurik suddenly had an epiphany, for in this matter they were best served by a fitting metaphor.

"Blacksmith, if you want to build a wooden house, it is impossible to carve with a big tree. You need to cut down some small trees and chisel them into large and small pieces with an axe. Then for a wooden house, each wood A block is an atom. A wooden block is just a wooden block. A hundred wooden blocks can build a wooden wall, and hundreds of wooden blocks can be put together into a house. By this time, a wooden block is no longer called a wooden block, but is part of the house.

Therefore, a huge number of atoms make up your body and mine, your blacksmith shop, and my sword. "

"This...is this true?" Hearing this, Kravason fully understood, and even more to think about it.

Kawhi is only twenty years old, and he prefers to be exposed to new things.

Rurik's description is full of very positive meanings, because the house is made of a large number of wooden blocks and slats. Not only the houses, but the ships of the tribe are made up of huge wooden blocks, making them extremely complex.

Kawi's eyes widened, and he stretched his head to look at Rurik: "I believe what you said!"

"Hey! Kawhi." Clavatson poked at his son. "You gotta think about it, it's amazing."

"Dad, isn't Rurik's words worth believing? Or is it because you are too old?!" Kawi stubbornly said, and then faced Rurik directly: "Go ahead, I am very willing to believe you."

"Okay..." Rurik swallowed, he knew that in order to convince the two senior blacksmiths of his miraculous words, more detailed and popular explanations and more examples were needed.

Is there an example? There is.

Rurik felt that he could now explain to them scientifically how steel was made.

"A person is like an atom. When multiple atoms gather together, they cannot be called pure atoms. For example, when six atoms gather together, it is charcoal." After speaking, Rurik also pointed to the Carbon pile in the corner of the log house. "Charcoal is made up of many small things, I call this thing carbon, and six atoms make up a carbon. Carbon is always pure in the tree, give it temperature, and other things will leave, leaving only Carbon in the lower tree exists."

"Ah! Is this true?"

"Kawei, this is true, can you fetch me a piece of ore?" Rurik asked.

"certainly."

At this moment, Kawi felt that he had heard the most incredible thing. He staggered up and hurriedly brought a small piece of ore and placed it in front of Rurik. His mouth also stammered. "Tell me...tell me more."

"Okay, this is the ore." Rurik's hands rested on the stone. "It's the smallest atom. For example, our tribe. If it's an atom alone, Kawi, you and Klavathon. And your mother, who formed a family of blacksmiths. As far as I know, there are five blacksmith families in the tribe. There are also many professional cobbler families, many professional carpenter families, and shipbuilder families. The largest number is the fisherman. Families are the main force of warriors of our tribe. So many families are made up of individual people, and as a result, each family has different jobs. We did not fall apart because of the different jobs of our families. Together we make up the Ross tribal.

This ore is the same! It consists of a single atom, in different numbers, to form a large number of families with different characteristics. A huge number of families form a tribe, which is this stone.

Therefore, we burn this stone with fire, that is, mixed families, forcing them to live together in their different identities.

For example, if my father Otto wanted all the families of our tribe to live in demarcated areas according to the characteristics of their occupations. In this way, the five blacksmith families of the tribe were neighbors to each other. And all the cobblers lived together, and all the fishermen lived together. "

Clavasson's face was confused, but he heard Kawhi here. His flexible mind successfully made up the scene of the big move of the Ross clan family, and successfully understood many of the mysteries in Rurik's remarks.

Kawi asked excitedly: "What if... if our tribe was a huge ore, turning the ore into iron, as if all the blacksmiths lived together?"

"Ah, you already fully understand." Rurik let out a sigh of relief. After all, it was the young man's brain that worked better.

Rurik thought about it for a while, and since this metaphor is the best way to go, let's just continue.

"Actually, every piece of ore is basically a tribe composed of sand and iron. If there was a tribe, there would only be a blacksmith's family and a fisherman's family. Now, due to some things, the fisherman's family has decided to move all of them from the tribe. The fisherman left, and even demolished it. Lost their own house. In this way, all the blacksmiths are left in the tribe. They have lost all their neighbors. They feel lonely and dangerous. So all the blacksmith families decided to live together again. https:/

So, when we burn the ore, we force the sand out of the ore, and what's left in the end is iron. All a blacksmith has to do is beat the loose iron together. Kawhi, maybe you'll understand when I say that. "

"I... it turns out... it turns out to be like this!" Kawi laughed enthusiastically, "Haha, it turns out that my job is like this."

"Klavathon, what do you think of what I said?" Rurik turned to the old man with the huge beard.

"Sounds interesting." Karawasson seemed silent because he couldn't jump to conclusions.

"My next words are the key, and what you want to know the most!" Rurik's eyes became serious, "14 atoms form the smallest sand, if these smallest sands form our warriors' favorite shield wall , the sand will turn into transparent pebbles, there are many such pebbles on the beach. But we need an axe and a sword, and we must get rid of all the smallest sand, and the best way is to burn!

But you can never imagine, don't think that just taking the smallest sand away, we get pure iron.

8 atoms make up..."

Suddenly, Rurik felt that it was really difficult for him to explain to them what oxygen was.

He simply took a deep breath and explained: "If a person doesn't breathe in, he will die soon. Because 8 atoms make up the breath of life." After saying this, Rurik really admired his own ingenuity. . Oxygen, a phrase was temporarily invented in Old Norse.

He continued: "We are in the gas, and it is mixed. What we need is the gas of life, and the other is the largest and most odorless gas, which is composed of 7 atoms, and we do not need it. It. The qi of life is very powerful, we need it to survive! The qi of life can enter the water so that the fish can survive, but the fish can only use the qi of life mixed in the water, and they die when they get to the shore.

The breath of life can also enter the ore, and they love iron as much as a man loves a woman. Therefore, the iron in the ore always exists with a small group of life energy.

But we ignite the flame with charcoal, and the breath of life is like an unfaithful woman who left her iron and went with the smallest charcoal, which is carbon, and turned into a kind of gas, and left along your chimney. .

What you end up with is pure iron. "

Kawi found it even more interesting, "Rurik...this...this is the funniest story I've heard."

"No, this is not a story!" Rurik emphasized seriously, "You can't be like your ancestors, who spent their whole life forging iron without knowing the principle of it. What I'm telling you now is part of Odin's wisdom. ."

"Go on." Clavason urged solemnly.

Rurik looked at the old fellow again, and saw that his eyes were burning.

"Okay, I will continue. Now the smallest sand and the breath of life in the ore are all gone, and there is only pure iron left, which you make into an iron sword. You have also noticed that if an iron sword is If you don't take good care of it, there will be red rust on the sword. That's because of the breath of life. Pure iron still likes to be with the breath of life. So Kravasen, if you find some red rocks in the mountains , no doubt, that is another iron ore, the same thing as the red rust on the sword."

"Ah!" Clavason roared and sat up suddenly, "Is that so?!"

"That's it, you don't have to doubt it. So you re-baked and forged the rusted sword, and it's back to what it was at the beginning. Because those life energies have been removed again. Well... Now you should understand a lot, I think it should be enough, and I should tell you why my hard iron sword can cut through ordinary iron swords."

With that said, Rurik stuck the iron sword directly on the ground and pierced the hide without much effort.

"Pure iron is very strange, it's more permeable to other substances. It's like salt permeates meat, and the result is cured meat, which is completely different from fresh meat. The same is true for iron. The breath of life permeates Go in, the iron sword becomes red and fragile. What if the smallest charcoal, which is carbon, seeps in? The blacksmith becomes brighter and stronger. The iron sword can smash the pottery urn without damage, because the iron sword is the hardest . My short sword cuts the iron sword, the blade is perfect, because my sword is the hardest.

To do this is very simple, you actually light a charcoal fire in your stove, do not use a blower at all to blow it up, and put an ordinary iron sword in it.

The temperature of the fire was not high enough so that a small amount of carbon could get into the iron sword. The more it goes in, the harder the sword becomes. However, carbon cannot enter evenly, so I ask you to fold and forge repeatedly. I ask you to burn the iron sword 50 times and forge it 50 times. The sword has absorbed enough carbon.

But the carbon can't absorb too much or it will break easily. When I think it's enough, I stick dirt in the sword and just let the blade absorb more carbon. Now you have seen that the blade is brighter than the color of the ridge. "