Rise of Rurik - Chapter 730

[Chapter 731 Taxes of the Slavs]

Maybe some of them were still alive, Rurik hoped so, but the chances of them surviving were slim indeed.

The Ross people lost the opportunity to seize wealth in Denmark, and the biggest loss was the missing blue fox.

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When Rurik’s emotions stabilized and he regained his sanity, he thought about his loss carefully, and he could comfort himself that the loss was not big.

The loss is indeed small, but the insult is very strong.

In Novgorod and Novorosberg, people in the settlements of various principalities are still immersed in the joy of this autumn’s harvest.

The prince has publicly stated his attitude – revenge is necessary.

The prince chose to vent his anger through war, and Ross would declare war on Denmark.

Almost all the immigrants between Ross’s headquarters were around Lake Ilmen, and Rurik decided to hold a general meeting first.

In the city of Novgorod, the reserved space is shared. The people are still threshing wheat with flails. There are also children holding branches to disperse the sparrows that are staring at the tiger, so as to prevent the hard-earned food from being eaten by the birds.

In the long house of the Ross Duma Council in the city, all the wooden windows were opened, and the benches inside were full of people.

Everyone is in a good mood, and the attitude of the elite is the same as that of the general public. When the initial anger dissipates, what remains is more of a desire for war.

Think about it carefully, what is the death of a group of mercenaries, the son of a merchant, Lanhu?

Maybe this is fate.

Launching a large-scale war against Denmark must at least have a reason to do so, otherwise it would be difficult to gather momentum just by gathering a large army.

Of course, Rurik did not use this meeting to declare war on Denmark.

The attitude of going to war has long been clear. He needs the parties who escaped from the “shop attack” incident to describe what they saw and heard in person, so that all Ross elites can know what happened in the distant place.

Old Eric was born in Denmark. Even if he joined Ross and became a new Ross, the majority of the people of Ross would not feel at all about him.

In the bright longhouse, a pair of eyes stared at the old guy in a fox fur hat, listening to him tearfully describe what kind of disaster the Ross store had experienced in Hedeby.

“According to reliable information, a large army entered Denmark. Its leader was Horik Clarsson. He easily mistaken the king of all Denmark, and then sent troops to take over free Hedeby. The king of Denmark demanded a huge tribute from us, and then drove out Us! The King of Denmark says that Russ are not qualified to do business in Denmark…”

Old Eric said a lot more, and it was all true.

He didn’t even need to invent some unreasonable demands of the enemy to increase everyone’s anger, because just the last so-called “order” was enough to make everyone furious.

The angry bullfighting people stared angrily, and everyone kept holding their breath.

Then everyone roared in fury, clamoring that war would immediately begin.

Rurik sat on the most noble podium and watched their anger, and his eyes gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, the rebellious Arik stood up again: “A reckless villain who claims to be the king of Denmark dares to prohibit our trade. We look down on them when we take the goods to Denmark to do business, but we don’t expect them to be ungrateful.”

“It’s me who thinks highly of them!” Rurik shouted in shock, and deliberately blamed himself: “I am responsible for the death of the blue fox. I naively thought that as long as I do business quietly, especially in Haize in the Borderlands More than doing business, no one will interfere with me.”

The prince is guilty of himself. Even though many people think that it is unreliable to open up the market in Denmark, no one dares to stand up and act as an afterthought.

Rurik’s remorse was indeed sincere, and he also took into account the presence of Gould, the old father, to appease his emotions.

Arik took over the words carelessly: “So, when will we start the war?!”

“This matter should be discussed in the long term. Today, we all have to listen to the description of old Eric. You will all face the Danish army in Denmark. All of us must learn more about our enemy, and finally use means to obtain the All-time victory.”

It was another beautiful scene, and everyone’s ears grew calluses.

Many people whispered that the prince is still too conservative, it is better to restore the tradition, brothers use this winter to sharpen their knives, next year the whole army will kill the Danes and see, kill and burn everything!

Old Eric was ordered to continue to describe that in his mouth, Hadeby was indeed a free city, so free that bandits ran rampant.

The commercial atmosphere there is indeed strong, because of bandits, some wealthy merchants are doing business with swords.

The relationship between those Hedeby merchants and Ross merchants is not only not hostile, but they still try to make deals.

But the sudden emergence of new forces changed everything!

“So, that man named Horik is the root of all evil?” Arik asked angrily.

“It’s him!” Old Eric lowered his head, glanced at Eric, his emotions were full of grief and indignation, “We should have continued to do business safely, but that man ruined everything.”

“Oh? Could it be that that man’s army is stronger than the Hafgen we killed?”

“That’s true. They have cavalry, and they have armored warriors. They may be very strong, and they may have the support of the Franks behind them.”

“Frank? People from the far south over there?” Arik shook his head and was too lazy to listen, and yelled arrogantly following the atmosphere of the brothers’ booing: “Anyway, I will chop off my head!”

Old Eric had said a lot, but it wasn’t enough.

This meeting did allow the elite of the Principality of Ross to have a deeper understanding of the enemy. As for when the war will start, Rurik did not provide a clear time node, and simply suspended the meeting with a “re-negotiation”.

Novgorod has resumed normal life, and a large amount of wheat has been transported to their barns by the people.

Revenge is necessary, so as a more organized group of countries, it is time for the Principality of Ross to stockpile supplies for the war against Denmark, the first to bear the brunt of which is military rations.

The autumn harvest work has finally come to an end. Even the so-called fertile fields still produce about 2,000 pounds per hectare.

Without the assistance of fertilizers and irrigation systems, even if technological innovations in planting have only improved efficiency, the increase in yield has not been significantly achieved.

However, due to the scale effect, the farmlands in various places have achieved rich harvests.

The Slavs who have lived by the lake for generations are pleased with their current living conditions, because the Rus people don’t have to frantically exploit and ask for tributes when they start farming by themselves, and they have more surplus food in disguise.

It was already September, and a rain at the end of August interfered with Rurik’s tax collection operations.

This rainfall is the so-called “autumn rain”, which is characterized by long duration, and the rainy weather lasted for as long as ten days!

When the sun reappeared, the entire climate changed.

Rurik’s taxation work started, and others were in Novgorod. Taxation was originally a major task of Governor Medved. This was the first time that agricultural taxes were collected in the Slavic living area. It was of great significance for the first time, and he served as the supervisor Those who personally get started.

The empty Ross fleet is moored at Lake Ilmen, and the fleet’s work around the lake has officially started!

Rurik has the data of all the fields of the surrendered farms.

The data are all on paper, and the area of good and bad fields is recorded very clearly.

Although the Principality pursued a tax of 11, Rurik swiped his pen and set the tax rate per hectare, 200 pounds for good land, 150 pounds for middle land, and 100 pounds for poor land.

Excluding the acres newly opened up this year, the area around Lake Ilmen exceeds 40,000 hectares.

In the foreseeable future, the total number of acres in the favorable area around the lake will continue to increase dramatically.

However, the Rusben people and other Varyags who have immigrated here currently only control 10,000 hectares of them. For this part of the land, the tax rate is completely different, and there is even a time-limited tax exemption.

Rurik’s own farmland output went into the national treasury, and the remaining acres were the food tax base for the region.

The times have changed, and there is no such thing as a tycoon in the Pine Needle Manor, and Ross does not need to exploit the local Slavs again.

The Principality received nearly 4 million pounds of food tax at a low tax rate!

What kind of crazy concept is this?

If there are 10,000 people in Rosetown, everyone can eat an average of one pound of oats a day until next year’s tax time.

The Prince of Ross personally supervised the taxation work, which farm would dare to refuse?

Among them, the White Tree Manor, the main resident of Novgorod who paid the most taxes, was already the largest Slavic population group in the region.

Now that all the subjugated manors can’t hide the population and fields, the female scribes of the Principality investigated each farm separately. They all worked hard, hoping to gain the prince’s favor after achieving real results, and then get a chance to get close.

The men of White Tree Manor did their best to check the precise number of acres of neighboring farms in order not to suffer losses due to their power.

At the moment of taxation, it is a very scientific and efficient measure to collect taxes according to the statistical data and the drawn “fish scale book” as a reference, and it can highlight the fairness of a contract to all taxed farms. It is not random collection.

From this work, Rurik also understood that the Rus people were too conservative in searching for local materials in the past, and even learned that the productivity of the local Slavs in the past was also severely limited by poor farm tools.

The principality granary in Novgorod is full, and Mstisk is also building a new granary to store a huge amount of surplus grain.

The principality’s largest granary was in New Roseburg, and a very critical job was placed before Rurik—transporting at least two million pounds of oats there.

The tax work around Lake Ilmen came to an end, and Rurik also received a huge amount of wheat on his own property.

Only those who have clear data can realize how amazing the food assets of the Ross people are now. Ordinary people can only describe in general terms that they can live a good life eating wheat porridge every meal.

Today, in terms of the amount of food per capita, the subjects of the Principality have reached an outrageous level, and they are definitely ahead of a big country like Frank.

Because the principality’s population is not large, most small families have a lot of food wealth, but their own children are very few.

How to vent the ecstasy after harvest?

In addition to the people spontaneously offering sacrifices to the gods and eating extravagantly, there is something that husbands and wives love to hear and see-childbirth.

The people of Rossi who picked up the shovel and sickle naturally understood the true meaning of agricultural life the moment they became farmers.

They must have as many children as possible, not only because the family can raise more children, but also because children are labor force, and as long as there are more boys, it is more strong labor force.

A family with many boys will desperately expand to the forest, cut down the forest to create brand new farmland, the more farmland there is, the more wealth will be their own, this is a sure-fire business!

The Russ and other Varyags are still excellent fishermen. They are different from Slavic farmers. Today is cold and not suitable for land reclamation. A large number of fishing boats have begun to appear on Lake Ilmen and Lake Ladoga. The hot fresh fish market is in When Novgorod appeared, everything was like the hometown of Rosberg, except that the fish market here adapted measures to local conditions and the most appeared were bass and catfish.

The Ross people cannot lose the sea, and New Roseburg is also the central point of political and economic contact between the East and the West in the principality.

The most food had to be stored in the capital, and the big granary there had to store enough food for 10,000 people for a whole year before Rurik could really feel at ease.

This standard is actually 4 million pounds of oats, and the temporary goal cannot be achieved yet. With the current speed of the Principality’s development of acres in the Eastern European Plains, it will eventually be achieved within a few years.

The corn fleet loaded two million pounds of oats and one hundred thousand pounds of wheat.

The former is a strategic reserve, while the latter is bread for daily consumption.

At the beginning of October, under a bad but rainless cold snap, the fleet finally reached the mouth of the Neva River.

Rurik is willing to call the waters at the mouth of the sea Kronstadt, and this place is indeed a natural military hub, most suitable for berthing a fleet.

Compared with the Gulf of Bothnia, the entire Gulf of Finland is also frozen in winter. According to the experience of previous years, the part of the Neva River estuary is generally frozen from the end of November to the end of March of the following year. If it encounters a warm winter, it will be even worse. All right.

All the great ships of the fleet were anchored, and pulled by a multitude of cables, fastened to stakes on the shore.

Most of those paddling boats have been pulled to the shore, and the wooden stakes are nailed down and fixed firmly.

Under the cold current, some people have already noticed that the water stored in the Tao Wengli outside has frozen thinly overnight, and there are few people walking around in the cold outdoors.

Most of the raised cattle and sheep were driven back to the stables, and some reindeer were still gnawing on the already yellow-white grass on the banks of the Neva River because they were not afraid of the cold.

The biggest task of Rurik coming to the capital is to escort the grain into the warehouse, and the second is to pay attention to the construction of the Principality’s Great Temple.

Affected by the bad sea conditions, the work of collecting hard granite on Gogran Island has been suspended, and the Slavs who are eager to dig rocks to make money can only give up.

However, the clay-burning workshop is still in operation, and the blue-gray bricks of moderate quality are still being produced until the clay and charcoal fuel in the workshop’s reserves are temporarily exhausted.

The Great Temple will have a solid foundation of granite, stones will be combined with clay to form a solid wall, and cement powder and river sand from Roseburg’s homeland will be used as adhesives to ensure that the walls are strong.

The construction of the Great Temple needs enough time, but now the wind is like a knife, and the outdoor haze makes people feel desolate. Men and women who are eager to sell their physical strength to make money can only stay in a warm home with their children.

It was the same for Rurik as a prince. The palace became a real palace. He accompanied the high priest Rumia in the palace, and besides her, there were no other wives and concubines around him.

The wind outside became more and more severe, and it seemed that it was just the wind, and the blizzard did not appear.

Lumia was forced to suspend all the sacrificial work, and the young priests recruited by surprise (all young girls from the local area) were also ordered to go home first, and talk about etiquette after training.

In the bleak night, Rurik lay peacefully, his tired body could finally rest, but he didn’t feel sleepy at all.

Rumia snuggled up, she still had a lot to say to her man, especially about the construction of the Great Temple, and Rurik just listened to her.

“Do you know? I still have one worry.” Rurik’s sudden start caught Rumia’s tender body in a daze.

“What’s the matter? You… what else can you worry about? Will it still be a war against Denmark? Don’t worry, I will hold a ceremony to bless all the soldiers.”

“Oh, not this one!”

“what exactly is it?”

“Spurut.”

“Our great explorer? Yes, he hasn’t returned yet.”

“Ah! I’m just worried that he will be in danger at sea. I sent them to Britain to ask for food, but they encountered this damn storm on the way back!”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry about anything.” Rumia couldn’t help hugging her man tightly: “They are your soldiers. They will go to the end of the north and overcome all difficulties.”

What else could Rurik say?

Even if he is very confident in the big ship of the principality, the imitation caravel type sailboat is still small under the power of nature.

Perhaps a storm would indeed destroy them.

Rurik had no choice but to pray that Spout and his gang arrived in New Roseburg safely with the British wheat, and everything would be decided soon.

Because if they don’t get in port before the sea freezes over in November, there’s no need to fantasize about it.

[End of this Chapter]