Rise of Rurik

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People paddling in the hustle and bustle steered their longboats to dock on the trestle, and they landed one after another, catching the ropes thrown from the Avrora.

There are wooden stakes rammed into the mud on the shore by sledgehammers, and ropes are entangled here.

Rurik's ship officially docked, and the long rocker connected to the trestle. After a while, Duke Rus finally stood on his loyal Novgorod.

Otto came over in high spirits, he straightened his gray-bearded head to examine it, and couldn't help but have a heart-to-heart.

"Niya! Where are you hiding with your child?" His cry didn't care about the feelings of others.

Old Rigus leaned on the coffin cane to see that Otto was a decisive and ruthless man in his heart, and his son Rurik was even more outrageous.

Otto is calling his old wife and looking for his granddaughter. I didn't expect this old guy to have such a tender side...

The call failed, so he directly approached to greet his subordinate's son.

"Where's your mother? Where's your daughter?" he asked.

"They still have some people to arrive in a month's time."

"Ridiculous." Otto grabbed his son's neck in a panic, "Isn't the letter delivered to my hometown? Don't they execute it? Look at you, you came with a group of wives and concubines, and you actually forgot your mother and yours. Daughter. Do you know how much I want to coax my grandson."

Teasing his granddaughter is already a great pleasure in Otto's life. He no longer needs to fight personally. He just wants to chat and have fun with the old guys in this warm place. Granddaughter Verika is a great source of fun in his later years.

The father's intergenerational relative to his granddaughter? Rurik felt that Daddy had become cute.

"Oh, it's not like this..."

Rurik was about to explain, when Otto asked again: "It seems that the crusade against Karelia is done. Did you win?"

"Win, but only partially."

"Why? No victory is a defeat. Tell me what happened? Don't tell me the army lost a lot."

Family affairs have to give way to state affairs, Otto intends to retire in Novgorod, and any power has been handed over to his son, but the honor and disgrace of the principality cannot be ignored.

Rurik frowned and explained: "We killed thousands of them. The enemy fled, and the holy places where they worshiped were occupied by our army. We expelled the Karelians, and the strategic goal was basically achieved. As for losses, our losses Minimal."

Otto sighed slightly, now that he was no longer surprised to hear the saying of "cutting thousands of heads". He looked at the slim girls beside his son again, and his heart softened again.

Noticing the change in Dad's attitude, Rurik turned his head and gave a slight command.

The girls in hooded burqas took off their hats to reveal their clean faces with an indescribable grace.

They are young, and they are the most beautiful youth in life. Eleven girls, including Svetlana, are Slavs, and this rising city is their homeland.

The local people onlookers cast curious glances, and Ross's arrogant soldiers are not surprised. Ross's girl stands here gracefully, just like a fairy descending to the world.

They knew Svetlana somewhat, and the entire Novgorod inhabitants witnessed her traditional Slavic wedding to Duke Rurik.

As for the other girls, they are all the duke's wives and concubines.

People can't help but muttering, a noble man can have multiple wives and concubines, but does Lord Rurik have more than ten?

The murmurs gathered together into a roar.

Rurik ordered the mercenaries to form a shield wall, and soon the noisy figures retreated, making way for a road leading to the city wall.

Here are all Slavs, all their own subjects.

The middle of Rurik clenched the wrist of the excited Svetlana, and casually faced the old Rigus who was on crutches and Medved who had something to say: "Let everyone go away, don't delay your own business. .I'm going to the place where I'm discussing, there are some big things I need to announce quickly.

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"Yes." Medved nodded deeply...

The hustle and bustle of the dock soon ended, and a group of people who lived a leisurely rural life were reluctant to leave for a long time.

The most tiring representative's wheat harvest is over. Since the duke has exempted everyone from this year's grain tax, all the farms loyal to Ross have accumulated an unprecedented amount of surplus grain.

People who had nothing to do were squatting or standing on the mountain. They watched the moored and unloaded ship and discussed how much cargo the ship could hold, and they focused on the beautiful girls.

"The duke is really an excellent boy. He has too many wives, I'm afraid he will be exhausted." One muttered.

"Is that so? In my opinion, as a hero, he is far beyond ordinary people. He will take care of those wives and concubines."

"Haha, it's a pity that I only have an old woman with a face like rotten wood, and my little daughter is always dirty, completely different from those girls."

"Speaking of which, apart from Rigus' daughter, don't you think the other girls look familiar?"

Someone suddenly reminded, and the people chatting suddenly became vigilant. A bald, thin old man was pulled out, and someone shouted at him: "Brother, I remember that you sold your unsupported little daughter to a Rus people, it seems that she was a slave, but I heard from someone who visited relatives last year that the earliest one. Ten little girls have been servants to Lord Rurik. They must have had a good life."

Halfway through the man's words, someone immediately seemed to have discovered a big secret, "Ah! After the big ship docked, in addition to seeing the little daughter of the old man of Regus, there were indeed more than ten girls standing beside the Duke."

"Could it be that they were from a few years ago..."

People continued to whisper, only to see the bald old man standing up and running away in a hurry.

At this moment, Rurik has entered his own palace in Novgorod, which is also Otto's current residence, and is also part of the old house of the Rigus family.

This is the sum of some woodcuts of different sizes. The houses are connected by boardwalks, and some boardwalks have continuous sheds for rain protection. There are also low walls and some annexed buildings.

The main body of the building complex has remained unchanged for decades, and Otto, who lives here, has long been accustomed to it.

Of course, a brand new palace is under construction, the foundation of the wooden pile matrix has been built, and not only has the large wooden poles that make up the main frame of the house been built, but the most important central beam has also been built recently.

Rurik saw all of this in his eyes. According to general rationality, the Slavs here have reached the limit of their ability to build houses. However, compared with the hometown of Rosberg, masons, carpenters and other partners have already learned how to build multi-storey houses. method of construction.

Building magnificent and tall houses can reflect the majesty of aristocrats, cities can become three-dimensional, and life can be more interesting.

When the population of Novgorod swells to a certain level, the core residents will spontaneously want to build high-rise buildings.

Rurik sat casually in the large wooden hut that was used for discussion. The chimney made of clay bricks was smoking, and the throbbing flames of the fireplace warmed everyone.

A group of girls quietly sat sideways on the soft deerskin cushion along with the duke they shared. Svetlana was in her family's old house, and among the girls, she was the most relaxed.

Can girls also get involved? Both Rigus and Otto were a little puzzled. Except for Carlotta, the Duchess of Ostara, other girls should avoid them even if they were wives and concubines.

However, at this meeting, all the girls present will officially accept their tasks.

"I see you building cities at a high speed, which is good. Rus needs several famous cities, and Novgorod must be among them..."

After some courtesies, Rurik stopped talking, he tapped the ground and officially announced: "I will start the measurement of the farmland tomorrow. The fields owned by the manor, investigate the fields owned by ordinary farmers and boyars!”

Rurik had already disclosed this matter, and Rigus sighed deeply: "It's finally about to start. My lord, this will be a very complicated job, can you really finish it?"

"What? Are you questioning me?"

"No, no, I don't dare." The old guy flatly denied it, and scratched his old face again, "However, I've lived here all my life, and I don't even know how many acres of land in the White Tree Manor fell." He glanced at Otto again. , said bluntly: "Over the years, how much tribute Otto has asked us to pay, we will take it out according to the requirements."

"That's right, but it's not suitable. I'm going to make a new rule, the 11th tax on the fields must be paid, it has nothing to do with the population, as many fields can produce as much output, and I'll take one-tenth of the output. As a tax. In this way, whoever has more farmland will have a higher tax. I have said this, and now I will implement it, and I have given you enough time to adjust your mentality. "

"This..." Rigus was speechless for a moment, and he weighed the pros and cons.

They are all ambiguous, after all this model of taxation has only recently been implemented in Novgorod, ditching the old Rothsorgon uniforms and implementing the new system in the sprawling agricultural region of Novgorod. Rurik's attitude is so firm, it should be a good thing.

Farmland is the most important means of production in the Principality of Rus at present. Those Boyars are the local big landowners. For Rigus, this policy is a kind of plunder of his family.

Since the old guy Rigus was pretending to be confused, Rurik deliberately looked at him, and also made Governor Medvedt listen.

"When it comes to taxation, you do not enjoy privileges. Your nobility is bestowed by me, and you must fulfill my orders. When it comes to taxation, you are exactly the same as ordinary people, no matter how much farmland your family has, such as pro rata Pay 11 taxes. As for how many acres of arable land your family has, none of your reports will count. I will send my cronies to investigate, and I will personally participate in the calculation."

Regus looked at his son Medvedt, took a deep breath and looked at Rurik, "Your Excellency... Your decision is wise and powerful. So, have you got all your capable officers? I will resolutely cooperate with Your Excellency. If it is not enough, I will provide it immediately."

"Very good, you are very smart. Have you seen the girls here? Including your youngest daughter, they are all talents that I have personally cultivated. They will visit all the farmlands, draw what the fields look like, and record what they are. Whose farmland, calculate the area of ​​the farmland, and mark the proportion of food that should be paid each year."

After some quite professional rhetoric, the Rigus and his son understood a part, and Medved complained in his heart. After all, according to this new strategy, his family could not be greedy.

The Rigus family has been in control of the manor, relying on the accumulated wealth and the close relationship with the Rus conquerors over the decades. Of course, White Tree Manor has to pay tribute. Who will pay tribute? Ordinary people pay tribute, the manor family pretends to pay tribute, and when the tribute is paid, their share is stuffed back into the warehouse.

In the past, Rigus was the taxpayer of the White Tree Manor conferred by Otto, but there was no official document to confirm it.

Rigus did the same, and the other Boyar nobles did the same.

On the contrary, it is the farms in remote areas. Because they are isolated from the world, those Slavs live in harmony. The so-called native landowners and aristocrats do not exist. There is no class difference, only one or two are elected by the people. If so, the person will be the mayor of the village.

The latter's rural model seems to be harmonious. If they have been isolated from the world, they can live like this for a thousand years, forever living their stagnant life in a cramped land. But the Rus conquerors have directly ruled here, and the expansion of conquest in all directions centered on Lake Ilmen has begun.

A group of girls became scribes, and Ella was the head of the scribes.

It was the first time Rigus had learned the term. Neither he nor Medved knew it, but they were glad to learn that their youngest daughter was going to be a scribe.

Why? The beautiful daughter became a very wise man, indeed nobler than others.

After hearing Rurik's next introduction, they began to doubt their own cognition again.

Look at the ten girls here, they were the dirty little girls who were sent out back then? Rigus was taken aback!

After all, Otto asked himself to hand over a group of little girls to choose from, the so-called slaves who were brought back to be servants. How could Rigus be willing to do such a thing? A group of dirty little girls were pulled out, and Otto chose ten to take away.

"These children are them? Impossible! They have all become fairies."

Rurik wanted to laugh and said, "It's their fate. They're all from your Whitetree Manor, and now they're loyal to me and will do anything for me. They're all wise, but you don't know it. ."

"Oh, that must be God's will." Rigus hurriedly snorted.

Rurik nodded and began to pronounce their names one by one.

"Anna Ryurikovich Mednova, Bella Ryurikovich Mednova..." He read all the way to Yulia, the tenth.

As soon as the name is read, the corresponding girl starts talking. The most powerful man in the Rigus Strait Farm in front of him is now as humble as a docile little sheep in front of Lord Rurik.

On the other hand, she is the woman of Lord Rurik, who will do things for him, give birth to him, and then become a noble...

The humble farmer's daughter who was sold by her parents and now returned to her hometown as a nobleman, what kind of scenery is this?

All the girls present had to take part in the survey of the farmland, and Rurik ordered them to do a good job. He was not allowed to be sloppy because it was his family’s farm. He even warned sharply: “If you stop slandering and play with statistics, don’t blame me. Heartless. Anyone who dares to harm my interests will be hanged, not even my woman!"

In a good mood, they suddenly tightened their muscles, and Rurik made them swear in public that all girls solemnly declare their absolute loyalty.

At this glance, for the first time, Rigus felt that his little daughter had become so unfamiliar...

Rurik just wanted to dispose of Rigus and Medved, so that they should guard against arrogance and impatience, and act in full accordance with the requirements of the Duke of Ross.

Things are just the beginning.

"I will hold an all-boyar meeting here, and the news will soon reach the ears of the farm owners. What I announced today will be preached again. Anyone who dares to refuse will be arrested immediately, and their family's wealth will be confiscated!"

Rurik was so determined and so ruthless, Otto admired his son, who was a hundred times more manly than himself. As for Rigus and Medved, the soles of their feet were already covered in cold sweat...

A commotion from the outside spread into the inner hall, and Rurik, who had already concluded the discussion, noticed the noise.

After a while, someone hurried to report: "Many farmers are standing outside, and they have something to ask for."

"Let them all leave and disperse!" Rigus frowned and shouted.

Rurik gestured: "Ask what they want to do. I'm the duke, I want to know."

"Yes." Medved stood up and went to investigate in person.

Soon he hurried back.

"What's the matter?" Rurik asked impatiently: "You are running so loudly, what made you so panicked?"

Medved glanced at the girls, then looked at Rurik, "These are the wives and concubines of adults. They... their biological parents are outside the door, and they want to see their girls."

"How could there be such a thing? How did they know this?" Rurik was stunned, and the girls raised their chests. They didn't speak, their eyes could speak, and they all looked at Rurik.

"Hey, it's human nature, you all look forward to it." Rurik thought for a while and waved his hand, "Anna, Bella, Sisia... Yulia." Name: "Go and see your parents and tell them your life is fine. As for whether they beg you to do something, I'm going to say that, that's not going to work. You all go. Medved, take someone. to maintain order."

"As ordered."

The thick wooden door opened, and a group of fairies walked out under the escort of Slav warriors who highly imitated the warriors of Rus.

The girls pulled down their burqas and glanced at the peasant and peasant women. They still remembered the looks of their parents and their names in their hometown. After confirming, they walked over with tears...

Even if his parents abandoned him, maybe this is fate. They don't hate their parents, or they don't care about hatred anymore, and they don't want to be rootless duckweed.

Parents hug their daughters they haven't seen in years, and their tears are sincere at this moment.

It's just that they are already strangers, and the sincere tears are limited to this moment...

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