Rise of Rurik

Of course, there are some lockable wooden boxes for storage in the chief priest's house, and there are also many wooden boxes for small things, such as a particularly precious imported steel needle. Store in a small wooden box.

There are many such wooden boxes, and Rurik subconsciously thinks that such wooden boxes are really suitable for making soap molds.

Anyway, there are many wooden boxes, and their use has also been approved by the high priest. If the wooden box is not enough, the large number of vacant bronze oil lamps are also good containers.

As long as it is a heat-resistant and leak-proof container, pour the paste such as soap base liquid into it with a spoon, and then put it by the campfire, and use the flame to bake to accelerate the evaporation of water. Maybe by sunrise tomorrow, the relatively dehydrated soap will be ready for normal use.

Finally, all the soap in the urn is poured, and the rest is to wait for the changes brought about by time.

"Our work is over here." Rurik wiped the sweat from his forehead, lamenting his wit.

"It's over?" Rumia asked.

"Yes, we can rest now. The soap and the wooden box are right by the campfire, and when the sun rises, the soap hardens and I can show it to my father. I'm going to sleep here tonight through the night."

What Rumia heard most clearly was that Rurik was going to spend the night in the longhouse, just like the previous days.

"Okay, I'll put the leather blanket on you."

"You do it."

Rumia nodded and turned away without saying a word.

Rurik was still sitting cross-legged by the bonfire, looking at the girl's back and thinking a lot.

His eyelids were almost passively closed, and seeing Rumia struggling to pull the rolled up blanket over, Rurik's heart sank.

Two blankets are laid out on the floor next to where the soap is baked.

After all, Rumia is a servant, and she has received many favors, and she can only lay a floor in the long priest's house every night.

After all, she is not a priest and cannot enjoy the treatment of a separate room. She is only a guest here, and as her master, Rurik should prepare a separate servant's living room for her.

Or, according to tradition, bring her into your own home and become a member of the family.

Rurik is now thinking about soap and its commercial value.

Although he is a man who knows how to manufacture, Rurik also has a business acumen compared to the primitive illiterates in the tribe.

The original soap was only a test item, to be used to gain the approval of the father and priest. Only in this way, mass production is possible.

And the biggest problem restricting mass production is the material.

Do you still have to cook the oil yourself? It's not necessary. If you can pay the priests to do it for you, the grease problem will be solved.

In addition to the problems of containers and molds, they can also be solved by priests.

Rurik knew that the life of the priests and the sacrifices required great financial support. They are a small group of people who are not engaged in production and are completely dependent on the support of the tribe.

The Ross clan is actually a relatively loose clan that relies entirely on blood relations to maintain. In a sense, it is equivalent to the "clan village community" in the East, but its degree of organization is far from that of the "clan village community".

Rurik lay flat on the hide blanket by the campfire, wrapped in fluffy fur again,

The whole person feels very comfortable.

He had already thought of the wonderful prospect of soap in his mind, but he didn't know how Rumia felt at this moment.

Does she... understand the benefits of soap or something new?

At this moment, the girl was sleeping right in front of her, and the two of them were facing each other, sleeping around the bonfire for warmth.

"Rumia, are you asleep already?"

"No. I can't sleep."

"Why? You must be very tired."

"My arm hurts a lot."

Rurik's words caught Rurik's attention: "I'm sorry, but I must have made you keep stirring the stick."

"Please don't say that, I will."

Her attitude was quite positive, why did Rurik feel so sad to hear this?

"Rumia."

"Um."

"You don't want to graze tomorrow."

"Why, wasn't that the order you gave me?"

"Yes. I changed my mind. You rest tomorrow. You stay in this longhouse, or look at the planks, or improve your language learning at the priest. If there is anything else I will order you personally."

Rumia was a little excited, but she still had other concerns: "But those deer?"

"Other priests will do it for you. I know, they're actually watching you, afraid you'll run away with a deer. You're never going to run, right? You're very smart."

Rumia's heart tightened. She was originally a simple person, but now facing her master, she was willing to tell her heart.

She huddled in the fur, closed her eyes, trying to suppress the usefulness of her tears, trying to control her nasal voice so that Rurik wouldn't notice that she was about to cry.

She grudgingly said, "I used to want to run away, but now I don't. It's best for me to stay. I know you like me, my...my master."

Rumia, she is willing to honor Rurik as "herra", which is the word for "master" in the Rus tribal dialect in Old Norse, which actually means leader.

When pronouncing this sound, you need to flick your tongue. It is just the pronunciation of "rra" that Rumia has mastered quite well.

Hearing her words, Rurik smiled to himself.

"Rumia."

"I am here."

"Don't call me herra in the future. You can call me by my first name, and I won't mind, but it will be kind. If you feel that lack of respect, call me masta."

"Masta?" Rumia was curious, it was the first time she heard the word.

"Yes, it is masta, which means a wise man. I know a lot of things. If you are willing to follow me, I will give it to you. So you can become a wise person when you grow up. In exchange, you have to obey my orders. ."

"Okay, masta!"

Rumia was a quick learner, but she didn't know how Rurik came up with such a strange word.

This word was indeed invented by Rurik, and it is a simplification of the inherently thick word "master". Don't play the tongue or change the pronunciation, just pull it down with a vowel at the end, and listen to it comfortably.

The pure master-servant relationship Rurik felt a little uncomfortable anyway. If it became a teacher-apprentice relationship, the situation would be very different.

In fact, pure self-deception, by changing the words of the title, it seems that the relationship between the two has changed qualitatively, becoming a teacher and a student.

In fact, it is still pure master and servant.

Objectively, Rurik has absolute sovereignty over Rumia, and this power is recognized by everyone in the tribe, and Rumia also feels that this is a natural thing.

Lumia pondered the words she just learned, she shifted her attention, and it seemed that her arms were no longer sore, and she fell asleep after a while...

This long priest's house was very quiet, only the charcoal in the bonfire continued to burn, and gradually extinguished, turning into a smoldering fire.

Deep-stacked charcoal is the hardest to burn. They burn extremely slowly and release heat for a very long time. The heat bakes the wooden boxes that hold the soap, and the chemical changes are thrown in the process.

The paste-like soap was rapidly dehydrating. Rurik's actions were actually wrong. As soon as he woke up, he checked the condition of the wooden box and noticed his mistake.

"Oops, I also thought that baking would speed up dehydration. It seems that only the surface is dehydrated, and the inside is still soft!"

Many priests are awake, doing their own thing, like washing their faces to wake them up.

No one disturbed Rurik's sleep, and no one touched those "supas" out of curiosity.

Rurik was woken up by the noise, and he noticed massive cracks in the baking soap, as well as a mushy appearance inside.

But it's not a bad result.

He fiddled with a wooden box and buckled it, then slapped it hard against the wooden board behind, and the soap fell out.

"Huh? It looks good. It's brown, like soap should be."

The end facing the campfire became quite hard and cracked, and the other parts were quite soft, and a large piece could be snapped off with a little force.

How does this feel?

Holding a ready-made soap in his hand, it looks like a square brick, but it has two appearances.

One side was cracked and hard, as if it had been air-dried for a long time. The other side felt like it was soaked in water. At this moment, it was also the first time that Rurik, who made soap by himself based on theoretical knowledge, suddenly remembered those professional soap companies. They all seemed to have a process of "air-drying".

It is a long-term "natural aging" treatment technology. Under the condition of natural ventilation, the entire soap bar will be dehydrated naturally and evenly. This is really a haste.

But it has basically taken shape. At this stage, its key is whether it is easy to use. Only by proving to others that the thing called soupa made by the leader's son is really effective, will there be subsequent opportunities for improvement.

Rurik stood up and looked at the behavior of the priests, and was delighted that they were already boiling snow water and wanted to wash their faces with warm water.

For Bona, who was the replacement for the high priest, today was another ordinary day in the boring winter. Rurik wanted to come up with something new, but he didn't know how useful it was.

After all, for washing your face, wetting your face with water and wiping it off with a linen cloth is enough. Is this not clean enough, and does it need further cleaning?

Women are always beautiful, and so are the priests of the tribe. They happily wear gemstones and amber as accessories, piercing their earlobes for beauty, wearing gemstone pendants, or getting tattoos on their skin.

Tattoos, many men and women of the tribe are not opposed to tattoos. Pierce the flesh with a steel needle and then pound the toner in it, countless small holes can form a painting, and when the wound is completely healed, the skin will have more patterns.

Women do the same, they don't think that they can cover freckles with powder and make cheeks rosy, or apply red flower juice to their mouths to please men.

They don't have mirrors, not even bronze ones. At most, they can understand their faces when they squat on the water, but how can the reflection on the water clearly show the freckles on their faces?

Simply washing and wiping with water can't remove freckles at all, because it is the result of oxidation of the skin secreted by the sebaceous glands. If you want to remove them, use soap to take away excess sebum or a good choice. To make matters worse, compared to ordinary residents, the priests had to boil a lot of animal oil due to their work, and the fumes of the fumes actually damaged their faces.

Both men and women had freckles, and Rurik was accustomed to the faces of the tribesmen. He didn't think it was that bad, because these guys, men and women, would jump into wild ponds to wash off their dirt in summer, drill into steam houses in winter, or burn snow water to wipe their bodies.

The people of the Ross tribe are more clean than their distant Germanic relatives to the south.

This is a very good habit. If soap can be used in water baths or steam baths, it is bound to bring about a revolution in bathing, and also a revolution in hygiene and health.

Rurik aimed at Bona, who was splashing her face with water, and walked out with a large bar of soap.

"Bona! You can try this."

Suddenly, Bona, who closed her eyes, heard the voice of a child, and suddenly opened her eyes and saw that it was the lovely Rurik, holding a brown square and smiling and looking at herself.

"Ah! Rurik, I really disturbed your sleep? Is this thing in your hand..."

"That's it. It's there to wash your face and wash your hands. Bona, you must try it, I'm sure she'll make your face cleaner than ever."

"real?"

It was her curiosity, and Rurik's rhetoric, that made Bona want to try.

She first touched the so-called soupa tentatively, and then it turned into a touch. After a while, her wet hands were full of sticky tiny foam.

"What's the matter? Rurik."

"Hey, wash your hands quickly, you will feel incredible."

Bona did as she did. She put her hands in the wooden basin, stirred them and took them out. She could clearly feel the extreme cleanliness of her hands, and she could even hear squeaks when she rubbed them. experienced.

Why did she wash her hands and sleep as usual after finishing her work yesterday. The so-called hand washing is to try to wash the hands full of oil after boiling oil. Of course, it is not clean with water alone. Even if they rubbed around, the large number of gaps in the hands can still lock some oil molecules, which makes the hands of her and other priests always keep a slightly greasy state.

However, this annoying greasy also has an advantage. Other residents are prone to the embarrassment of dry and cracked hands, but the priests have never had it, which is inseparable from the protection of grease.

Rurik didn't get complacent because of a little success. He squatted down and put the soap next to the tub, and directly urged Bona: "You can do another common sense. You take oil from other oil urns and apply the oil to your hands. on, then rub my soapa, and when you see a lot of bubbles, put it in the basin and wash it off. I'm sure you can apply a lot of grease and it will still be very clean."

This prophecy completely surpassed Bona's cognition, and the actions of the two also attracted the attention of some other priestesses. Rurik's rhetoric was heard by others.

Under everyone's instigation and curiosity, of course, Bona has to do some experiments.

Someone with good deeds hurriedly brought the oil urn, and Bona really bravely painted her hands, and someone else brought a basin of clean melting snow water.

"Is it really recovering?" Bona finally asked.

"Of course, otherwise I'll be sorry for my efforts yesterday."

"Then try it."

After all, Bona boldly put her hand into the water basin, kneaded and stirred with her hands in the water, and when she took her hand out of the water basin, she shocked everyone...