Rise of Rurik

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After the snowmelt, the forest is full of mud, and only the flat areas around the lake can dry quickly.

The snow melted faster than Rurik imagined, and the continuous good weather brought the temperature at night back above freezing.

The warmth of spring overcame the chills in a few days, Lake Ilmen has thawed, the Volkhov ice has thinned and completely shattered, and the once-frozen Avrora is now thawed.

Thanks to the oak bottom of this old ship, her waterline has more traces of ice friction. She has worked hard and is scarred, but she still sails freely.

When everyone sees that the river is full of flowing water, according to the traditional experience of the locals, as long as there is no rainfall, a large number of fields by the lake can be cultivated in seven days at most.

There were a large number of modified curved ploughs lying on a flat ground. Looking at them, Old Rigus was eager to see them, and couldn't wait to use them.

This old guy is as curious as a child, and the plowshare is nothing unusual, he just pays attention to the funnel-shaped structure mounted on the back.

"Put the seeds in, and slowly leak out like an hourglass. Great!"

His praise really surprised Rurik, and he said with a smile: "It really looks like an hourglass. Since you know the hourglass, no one has tried to transform it?"

This sentence directly made Rigus ask dumbfounded.

It's like the steam runner toy was invented long ago, and it will be two thousand years before it really becomes a steam engine.

There are columbine behind the plough, and the leakage mouth of the columbine deep into the ground has a controllable partition to adjust, and there is a baffle at the end to cover the soil.

These transformed plows belong to the property of the entire White Tree Farm. Just like last year’s survey and statistics of the field conditions, Rurik fully knew their economic structure—the most crucial farm tools were shared by everyone, and everyone swarmed them for the autumn harvest.

The old man Rigus is naturally the most noble of the farm. In fact, he is also a farmer all his life, but now he has no energy to harvest wheat.

The onlookers realized its beauty and immediately discussed the spring ploughing plan.

Rurik directly smeared the paper with pine glue, and posted the so-called "Nongjing" in a public place, so that anyone who knew one of the words could know the farming rules provided by the prince, and then spread it by word of mouth.

Scattering indiscriminately is spreading, relying on the probability to basically utilize the entire farmland.

Maybe they should upgrade to on-demand mode first, which makes land use more efficient, but also takes a lot of effort. The use of new agricultural tools will be directly upgraded to the drilling mode, achieving the extreme value of seeding cost-effective under the current technical conditions.

After renovating all the plows, Rurik did not ask them for "technical fees". Technology is the primary productive force and must be used immediately.

The old people of Conglong in Baishu Manor have sharp eyes. The duke improves the farm tools for everyone and pays the craftsmen. He is a good man, so paying more tax is reasonable.

Rurik could indeed benefit in a short period of time, and now he still has as many as fifty curved ploughs in his hands, most of which have been transformed.

Even Carlota's Ostara team had twenty of them, so she didn't have time to modify them. It doesn't matter, she has reached the significant manuscript of the "Nongjing" in her hand, and several sheets of paper are strung together with twine, and they are simply framed as books. She copied the book herself, and its contents were deeply imprinted in her mind like a stencil of thought.

The land in the fence has returned to dryness, and the surrounding fields have entered a relatively wet state.

In April of the Julian calendar, there is little precipitation in Lake Ilmen, and heavy rain may occur until May.

However, the overall rainfall in this area is relatively low, and the effective rainfall is mainly concentrated in the early October of the Julian calendar to January of the following year, and it is mostly snow and ice.

Relying on Lake Ilmen, the Volkhov River, the Lovati River and the Msti River, despite the high latitude in the area around Lake Ilmen, oat farming does not lack water.

The people who are ready to go under the continuous good weather are full of confidence. In order to further inspire people, Rurik specially held another meeting.

The Novgorod Rus Dumane was crowded with more than 200 people, local farmers, the first permanent immigrant of Rus and representatives of the Ostarans.

They kept quiet and listened to the prince's decision.

"According to the plan, we will start spring farming in two days. This is a major event for all the Varyags and all the Slavs to act together! We now have the best farming tools, the most intelligent farming methods. Now the lakeside fields are returning to dryness, We have to complete the task in this warm and rainless period.

We will start operations in different geographies and work according to the previous plan. Friends, I will be plowing a field near the city with my wife, I will be a farmer myself, and I will eat my own wheat this fall. "

The prince's description of the Slavs was really comforting. They felt that Rurik and himself became the same people. Maybe he knew the hardships of farmers by plowing and harvesting them himself, and he could also give everyone a better strategy.

He turned to look at the young people of the first flag team, especially his cousin Arik.

"The river near the old pine needle manor is called the Mstis River, and I decided to call the new settlement Mstissk according to the locals."

Arik cheered happily: "Then according to what we say, it's called Msistad. It's okay to have a name."

"Very good. Brother, you will farm according to the method I provided. I will send my wives and concubines to help you and demarcate the land according to the contract. I am also ready to grow grain."

"Very good. It's just that there must be a large piece of land there, you won't really let it go to waste? I'm actually very worried about that..."

"The ship that transports wheat and grows grain in my hometown? It doesn't matter, let the extra land be abandoned for the time being. If they delay the time, I will plant onions and hemp straws, and I will not lose anything..."

After going back and forth, they reiterated their plan to cultivate the land, and the words finally fell on the Ostarans.

Although Carlotta is his wife and concubine, she is also a high-ranking leader.

Rurik was worried and did not worry about them, there was nothing to say, so he finally expressed his condolences: "Carlotta, I will transport you to the mouth of the Lovati River by boat, and I will send you five hundred reindeer, you To develop freely. If you need it, come to the north shore of the lake for help.”

She nodded, moved to tears.

According to the etiquette of the Slavs, a large number of people gathered towards the lake.

A small fleet headed by the resumed Avrolla, the largest ship, towed for all the rowing longboats, was the first to advance. Her cabin is stuffed with oats, which are crops.

Rurik arrived at the agreed lake shore one step ahead of the others, and completed the landing with his wives and concubines in a small boat under the rope net.

The world that was once covered with silver light has returned to dark green, and if you look closely, those branches are struggling to sprout.

Looking at the land, the grass has already sprouted.

A large dark area is in sight.

"This is the previous altar, and the fire tower has become a black coal in one place!" Svetlana was quite surprised by the strange traces after the sacrifice, and asked casually: "Are we going to set up a fire tower this time?"

"It's not necessary, we're doing it as a routine this time."

Some specific time nodes and the eve of major events are sacrificed to fix people's hearts. Baishu Manor will sacrifice to the god of agriculture every year. The local priests did not describe a clear image of the god, but the foreign Rus provided a real god.

Rurik wanted to worship Freyja here. According to legend, he was the god in charge of labor and production, and the sacrifice was at the right time.

This is an exclusive ritual for almost all the Varyags, and all the Norse-speaking populations of the region come in droves in various forms.

The sacrifice was carried out in a lively atmosphere, and Rurik's wives and concubines wore plain clothes and crowns of new green branches. A handful of oat grains is buried in the altar and becomes the key to the ceremony.

"Gods bless us! God Freya protects us! The Russ are standing here, please grant us a great harvest..."

Fierce warriors galloping across the seas will turn into peasants with scythes, not giving up their past bravery, but adding new skills to their inherent bravery.

The first batch of Varyag settlements totaling more than 1,000 completed the sacrifices, and the various Slavic farms scattered around the lake were also doing their spring sacrifices.

The crowd began to disperse, and they ran to different areas with their luggage. The men of the first flag team rushed to the old pine needle manor under the leadership of Arik, and Rurik sent a surveying and mapping team composed of wives and concubines, with those contract documents and measuring tools, to demarcate the world of each household while planting. .

All the ships in Novgorod were assembled, and the Ostara people of Kalota took the boats to the Lovady River in the south of the Great Lake, and the new Ostara officially started her construction. .

A huge and thriving picture of spring ploughing has been revealed.

The whole of Novgorod was busy, and the new farm tools were put into use immediately.

The city has basically become the city of the people of Whitetree Manor, and this situation will soon change greatly with the large number of Rus immigrants.

A private field that belonged to the Rigus family was chosen by Rurik. It was nothing but a field with a length and width of about 20 meters.

This is the land he chose for his own cultivation. The area is small and the significance is the most important.

Rurik just wanted to show that he was working hard, to show everyone in the know that what he said was true, and even turn it into a big show that is reserved year after year.

This is the emperor's "two acres and three points of land". The emperor personally tilled the land to show the monarch's emphasis on agriculture to his subjects, mainly peasants.

A hemp rope rested on his shoulders, and Rurik stepped between the ground with his boots.

A group of his guards guarded the tree stumps that seemed to stand on the ridge. They were ordered to simply stand, not to help their masters to do anything, and also to prevent onlookers from stepping into the fields.

The rope was attached to the plow, and Rurik was literally a bull.

Svetlana's tresses were wrapped around her head, and she wrapped her head in a turban. She was dressed in a smart Varangian dress, but she was holding the handle of the plow in both hands.

The columbine after the plough is filled with wheat grains, and another hemp rope is held in her hand to control the seeding rate.

"Rurik, a lot of people are watching. Are we like this? You are a prince, so maybe you don't need to pull the plow yourself." She couldn't bear it, and felt that her honorable man was embarrassing in front of the peasants and peasants who were watching.

Rurik gritted his teeth: "It's okay, I just want them to see! I'm going to exert my strength! Lanna, control the equipment!"

This was Rurik's first farming, and Svetlana's first time. She is a well-protected girl. In the past years, she has been forbidden by her family to do tiring spring farming and autumn harvesting, all of which have her father's intentions.

Since the old Otto revealed that the daughter was the only son and wife when the youngest daughter was still a baby, Rigus deliberately raised her daughter to be the best Slavic woman. She can be described as a person with thin skin and tender meat, which is really different from the children of local farmers.

Rigus and his wife were both leaning on wooden sticks and watching the outside of the ridge, and it was a great feeling in their hearts.

"In the end, our daughter is still farming, and Rurik's kid seems to really like farming. It seems like we've been nurturing our daughter for so many years."

His wife's doubts were directly refuted by Rigus: "What do you know! Rurik is performing. He does attach importance to farming, but he can't keep farming all the time. He is a prince and has too many things to do."

"I mean our daughter."

"I know it all. How could she have gotten where she is now if she wasn't dressed up? I dare say they planted the seeds in this land, and it's up to us to take care of it."

Ligus' description is very thorough, his ears have heard the whispers of many onlookers, and almost all he hears are the voices of praising the prince.

The plowshares swept across the developed ripe fields, and instantly the cold-resistant wheat grains from Britain fell from the soft ravines.

Rurik leaned forward, his strong legs pushing hard on the ground, and the entire plow moved steadily under the control of Lanna.

He can choose to use deer to cultivate the land. The domesticated reindeer can pull the sleigh docilely, and they are also good at pulling the plow. He did it deliberately, but that wouldn't be a good show.

Not far away, the old Otto changed into the attire of a warrior. Now he is too old to fight. He is standing like a god with his long sword, watching his son's efforts.

The gullies were reclaimed, the seeds were sown, and the gullies were filled up in an instant, leaving only some traces on the surface.

No one helped the couple, and Rurik forbade any help. He and Lanna didn't rest at all, and the price was the panting at the end.

Lana was anxious: "Rurik! You are too tired, why don't you take a rest."

"It's not in the way!" he shouted vigorously: "The war is more tiring than this, I can persevere."

This is the case, because of the short and intense physical labor, Rurik completed the work and did not fall down by relying on strong willpower.

He blushed and staggered to the ridge, John Ingvar and the maids brought by his hometown, they had prepared honey water.

He held the stall and poured warm honey water violently, and everyone could see his plain white linen shirt soaked in sweat, and those with sharp eyes could see his blood-stained shoulders and arms from the hemp rope.

How could the young prince have the power of a horse?

The onlookers covered their mouths and the men buzzed.

His precious son-in-law, the great prince blushed from exhaustion, and Rigus rushed back on crutches.

He looked at Rurik, who covered his tiredness with a smile, for a while he didn't know what to say, but his old face was indeed shaking.

"Your Majesty! You... you succeeded." Rigus held back his words for a long time.

After a short while, Otto cheered up and walked thousands of old soldiers with the heavy feeling of the old times.

One thug was on Rurik's wet head, the other on Svetlana's wet turban.

Otto spoke: "This...is this the sacrifice to God by you?"

"Yes." Rurik smiled unabated. "The gods are just. They have seen my efforts and will definitely give us a good harvest."

This is a good expectation. Otto believes in the gods, but he is not sure about the attitude of the gods to the large-scale farming of the Rus.

Brave warriors are farmers, is that really appropriate? If everyone is accustomed to a comfortable life and the military equipment is slack, the warrior will lose the soul of the warrior, and it will be abandoned by the gods.

This is fate! At least Ross has control over the land of the harvest, and can always open his appetite to eat in the future.

Otto saw the performance of his son and daughter-in-law, who were not only speaking to the gods, but also performing to the conquered Slavs.

He has a lot of words, and now he has turned his hands into the action of rushing over the heads of the two of them. The force of the pressure is the belief of this old soldier, and it also represents a thousand words.

A new era had begun, and Rurik personally demonstrated that the fields plowed by the princes had already sown the seeds of wheat waiting to germinate.

The entire farmland around Lake Ilmen is being cultivated, and the land obtained by the first flag team is the most lively.

In order to obtain the fertile land, Ross's young warrior's sword has endured the blood of the enemy, and now he has finally got his own land.

Unlike the Slavic community, the Rus' society has undergone fundamental changes. They fish as small families in their homeland and now tend to their fields as small farmers. This is the case in economic life, but everyone is used to living together, and now living together as a family is still helping each other.

They are the strongest Rus men at the moment. Some of their fathers are soldiers of the Second Banner. The seven hundred men not only have to demarcate their own fields, operate agricultural tools and sow seeds, but also cut wood to build new houses to accommodate the girls and children who are about to arrive. them.

A city named Mstisk rises from the ruins of the wine pine needle manor, and Arik, as the flag captain, plans to move his home here.

In just one year, 10,000 people from the old Pine Needle Manor were buried under the ground. The Duchy of Rus completely occupied it in the name of countering the rebellion, and began to build its own city and cultivate its own fields.

The frozen world is completely revived, and the seeds germinate when they touch the ground.

But after a few days, Rurik saw the green seedlings sprout from the field he personally cultivated. It was by no means a weed but a real wheat seedling.

Not only his own ploughing fields, but all the fields that have been sown can see the sprouting of seedlings.

Ross' first settlers are beginning to see their fruits, but spring farming is a process that can last up to half a month.

According to the local experience, the latest period of spring ploughing is on May 15 of the Julian calendar, after which no sowing can be planted, even if the climate is warmer. Because the planting is too late, the harvest season will be hit by frost.

Rurik actually gave the natives enough time. On the fifth day of May, two large ships without hull numbers, pulled against the wind by multiple rowing boats, successfully rushed to Novgorod. .

A young man whom Rigus was very familiar with jumped off the longship happily and without fatigue, he was none other than the blacksmith Kawhi!

There was also a fat man who cautiously and clumsily climbed down the rope ladder of the big ship. He was not a stranger, but the second son of the big businessman Gould, Blue Fox! This guy was supposed to be in Heizerby, Denmark, and it was a surprise to be here.

Rurik was pleasantly surprised by their arrival, and the quantity of wheat they brought with them was genuine.

A young man eager to take credit brought his buddy to stand in Novgorod after many years. He is the explorer Spuyut. From Britain to the hinterland of Eastern Europe, he is the hero of transporting wheat himself. Report to the prince, looking forward to the prince's heavy reward.

Now, Lord Rurik is standing on the Volkhov River, and behind him is the city called Novgorod and the farmland everywhere.

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