Rise of Rurik - Chapter 756

[Chapter 757 Karl I Rurikosson Ostara]

A fine and long spring rain fell shortly after the spring plowing. The Slavs cheered that this was a sign of a good harvest, but the Rus did not take it seriously.

The spring rain forced the traditional fishing activities of the Rus and other Varyag people to adjust. People stayed at home to shelter from the rain, and even those Kyiv horsemen who planned to go back had to postpone their plans.

Sakey and other horsemen turned into leather merchants.

Fur coats made of polar bear fur, beautiful hats made of ferret fur, and even a small amount of glassware and iron tools.

The goods will be loaded on the small boat they came in. Since the ice and snow have all melted, it is completely unrealistic to expect to drag the ship across the Valdai swamp on the ice and snow. Everyone must cross that swamp, which is also the entire north-south waterway communication line. Bad barriers, so summer counterparts can’t load much.

The goods they plan to take away are not many, and the value is extremely high!

Especially those glassware, if sold to the leader of the Pecheneg people, they will definitely be able to exchange for many horses.

“The small crystal cups of the Ross people are only ten silver coins, and the crystal plates are twenty. These vessels (ten in total) are transported to the south and I will sell them. A small cup can be exchanged for ten horses! Horses again Ship it to the people of Ross. Haha, it’s 50 times more profitable!” Sakey is dreaming, although the trading income will not be so outrageous, the real situation must be a huge profit.

The huge profits directly dispelled businessmen’s worries about risks. They were willing to take risks, and now they only hope that the damn rain will stop.

A dignified woman, on the other hand, clings to a cloth gag and, with the combined help of a dozen women, strives to perform a feat that only she can accomplish.

A more distinguished old lady simply knelt on the ground, her mouth full of words of encouragement.

“Strong! It’s already opened…”

“Try harder, the head will come out soon.”

…

After a while, there was a sharp and piercing cry of a child, and the mother who was on the verge of collapse finally lay down in relief and happiness, and took a deep breath.

Rurik, who was waiting outside the door for the good news, heard the crying sound, pushed the men away and rushed into the room, and a woman slid up to his side and grabbed her hand: “You… are you okay?” .”

But the mother of the child had tears of happiness on her face. She watched her man try to sit up, but was stopped by Rurik: “Don’t be impulsive, you have to rest.”

Finally, Carlotta got her wish and became a mother.

She lay on her back and asked Niya, who was busy cleaning the child, “Is it a boy or a girl.”

“It’s a boy. You…” Niya, as the queen mother of the principality, is quite experienced as a midwife.

The baby’s umbilical cord was cut and a pine clip was placed around the navel.

While washing away the blood and filth of the baby who was blushing and crying and moving around, she deliberately muttered with dissatisfaction: “You are a woman who cares about you as soon as you enter the door, and you don’t come to see your second one.” son.”

Rurik smiled foolishly, it was indeed his child, but Carlotta was unique.

He slowly helped the new mother Carlotta up, and after the child was washed quickly, Niya gently wrapped it in a soft linen cloth and handed it to the mother.

The crying child fell silent all of a sudden, facing his own flesh and blood, Carlotta hurriedly lifted the sackcloth while smiling brightly.

She had to be sure it was a boy, because the title of Ostara required a male heir.

As Niya described, this is a boy.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she subconsciously kissed her son.

The child just closed his eyes and lay in his mother’s embrace to keep quiet, fiddled with his two little hands that were as translucent as fat, and pouted his mouth to suck something.

“He’s very cute. Carlotta, have you finally figured out the baby’s name?” Rurik asked relievedly.

“Just call it Carl.”

“Carl? Appropriate?”

“Very fitting. Austala needs male dukes, and Karl is the only one worthy of his name.”

“Also.”

Rurik didn’t ask any more questions, probably because she felt inferior to herself as a woman, and the feminine pronunciation of “Karl” was “Carota”. Presumably, she regarded her son as a male copy of herself, and she wanted to treat the public as her own. As promised, the Ostara people ushered in the male nobles, and everything has been normal since then.

Rurik’s estimation was partly correct, but Carlotta’s choice of this name for his son can be described as simple and rude.

Ten names were written on the ten wooden blocks, because he firmly believed that the son he conceived must be a son, and all ten names were masculine.

When she felt severe pain, she closed her eyes and drew lots, and the name she grabbed was Karl.

Everything is Odin’s will!

The child’s name is God’s choice, and so is the gender.

Odin issued a decree, and Odin asked Ostara to revive, thus choosing a male heir.

She was willing to call her son Karl I, Duke of Ostara, and even whispered in Rurik’s ear for the first time: “I would rather give up the duchess title immediately and hand it over to him. My duchy must have a A male duke, the matter is for you to decide.”

Although the words were very abrupt, Rurik realized the true meaning in an instant.

The Principality of Ostara is indeed not at the same level as the Principality of Ross, they are no longer even a vassal group, but are under the rule of the Principality of Ross.

The Duke of Ross has the right to appoint the nobles of the only duchy under his rule, which is equivalent to saying that the Duchy of Ostara is only a famous name, and its political identity is only the status of the earldom.

Carlota’s move cannot be said to be hasty, it must be the result of careful consideration.

Rurik thought for a while, and simply followed her wishes: “Okay. He is Karl I, Duke of Ostara.” He lightly touched the smiling face of his second son with his finger, and said gently: “My son, Your name is Karl Rurikosson Ostara. I hope you grow up and become a good soldier and man, and become the solid backing of the principality.”

The child didn’t cry, just twisted his body and made humming noises.

“Look.” Rurik laughed, “he’s responding to us.”

The reason why Rurik cared about Carlotta as soon as he entered the door was that he had witnessed the death of Queen Mary. He didn’t want his other woman to suffer the same accident, but fortunately, everything went smoothly.

Everything went very well. Carlotta started to nurse the child herself that day. The women who participated in the midwifery were shocked by the smoothness of the matter, and the good news was delivered in the city of Novgorod regardless of the rainy weather.

The cloudy weather in the spring rains is good, and Carlota has a lot of time to stay indoors to recuperate.

Rurik ordered her to stay in confinement, and she was provided with food and drink, but she was not allowed to leave the room.

Fried eggs, stewed meat, grilled fish, high-protein delicacies ordered by Rurik were delivered to Carlota’s mouth non-stop, which helped her recover and breastfeeding.

Carlotta didn’t care about that much, she was indulging in the present happiness, and she didn’t want to run around outdoors even if the weather was fine.

Such care was simply too much, making Svetlana unbearably jealous, and humbly complained to her man that the so-called care for Carlotta was too outrageous.

“Are you jealous? When our baby is born, I’ll let you stay indoors for a month and feed you into a fat seal with the best meals. If you want that.”

When Rurik said this, Lanna shut up.

She still likes the slender and agile posture now, and it is really unattractive to become a seal-like posture.

The spring rain did not last long, and the land fully recovered after the rain.

All the grass seeds have germinated, and the river beaches and fields are full of crazy green grass, especially the rush grass with long and thin leaves.

They are all high-quality pastures. All kinds of breeding livestock in the Principality of Ross are driven into the wild and let them crazily gnaw on the inexhaustible green grass.

Although there are no new war actions in the duchy, the expansion continues in another way.

A group of people from the port of Narvik arrived in Roseburg at the end of winter. They came with salt and walrus ivory, and planned to sell their products on a sailboat bound for New Roseburg, and then exchanged for better grain and linen. , leather jackets, etc.

Hunters cruising around will not miss the spring time, they are still hunting.

Driven by their interests, they ignore the principle of exhausting resources, or in other words, there is no need for restraint in the new form.

The expansion of the principality has greatly expanded the cause of the people. The so-called human world Misgard is a small world is no longer credible. Everyone has found the northern end of the ocean (Arctic Ocean). The end of the land does not seem to exist. There are also endless animals, running hides everywhere, which are basically inexhaustible.

The Russ and other Vikings continue the fishing and hunting tradition that everyone is accustomed to. After the spring plowing is completed, the fields are left behind. The outcome of the wheat growth depends on God’s will. Based on everyone’s experience, the wheat harvest season will definitely not have any bad results.

Lake Ilmen, Lake Ladoga, and the Gulf of Finland are all sea areas where they can plunder as much as they want, and the forest area by the lake is even more plundering.

However, the Slavic people are another kind of routine. In a sense, because of the closed environment they live in, they have imprisoned part of the heart of expansion. As they have long since given up their fishing and hunting life and become pure farmers, they have become Rurik’s main hired workers.

Both Novorosberg and Novgorod have major urban construction projects that require a lot of labor, and even state-run workshops are no longer limited to paper and clothing factories.

For example, here in Novgorod, there is no stone here, but there are a lot of clay mines, and the firing of pottery and bricks has become a must for industrial development.

To complement these industries, charcoal-burning kilns must also be built vigorously. It just so happens that the local area has inexhaustible wood resources to provide raw materials for charcoal-burning.

As for logging work, Rurik didn’t have to worry about it at all.

For the first time, the Slavic people could use iron in large quantities. It happened that Rurik sold them mainly mass-produced hand axes. Even though the ax was not big, it could already cut down small trees quickly.

Some large double-operated hacksaws are no longer sold, and the price is very expensive. Boyar nobles in various farms are not fools. They realize that the cutting efficiency of this tool must be bought.

They desperately cut down trees to ask the forest for the space necessary for survival, intending to transform them into farmland. In addition to using the big trees for their own use, they can sell them to the Duke to make a fortune.

Governor Medved also organized an army and continued to go deep into the dense forest to find out more hidden people and transport them to the wasteland by the lake to open up wasteland and farm.

The settlements in the Duchy of Ross are all thriving, with different lifestyles, but the same thing is that they are all producing wealth.

From the Gulf of Bothnia to the Gulf of Finland, the Ross ships flying the blue flag on a white background and hoisting special triangular sails are friendly very frequently.

Nor is the principality’s navy a mascot staying at the Kronstadt berth, performing armed patrols and trawling fish without military action.

They will not enter the South Baltic, not even Saaremaa.

The principality must defend the sea lines of communication, which are subject to regular patrols to ensure any enemy intrusion, though unlikely.

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Only one ship is running amuck in the South Baltic.

The Salmon Chief and more than 30 bloodthirsty pirates on board have been attacking everywhere under the leadership of Captain Spueut.

They were robbing by order, and they had a “private plunder certificate” issued by the kingdom.

From April to May now, in one and a half months, 50 fishing boats and cargo ships were recorded as being sunk, including even simple combat longships.

Originally, the Ross people did not have the habit of keeping voyage records. Of course, this is not laziness, but the lack of conditions in the past era.

In the floating environment at sea, people will go crazy once they don’t know the time and how long they have been floating on the sea.

Nowadays, the production of paper has entered the fast lane. The hard paper mainly made of birch bark is soft but also strong. A stack of thick paper is strung together by hemp rope and roughly bound into a book. Letters record the record and time.

According to his description, the crew can determine how many ships they have sunk, and roughly determine the number of enemies killed.

The sack hanging on the stern is really a human head rolling in the physical sense. The enemy’s head emits a stench, but it is blown away by the sea breeze to prevent the brothers from vomiting.

It’s just that sometimes the wind direction changes slightly, and the stench rushes over and everyone feels uncomfortable.

It was a terrible spoil, and it was the voucher to send to the prince later. No one was willing to throw it away, even if there was a stench, he had to endure it.

Cruising at sea has become boring in recent days. It seems that the Danes have become cowardly. Big ships cruise the entire Danish Strait. It is said that this is the best place to attract firepower, but they have not deceived the enemy to encircle and suppress them.

A number of ships were sunk, and the Danes seemed to disappear in the days that followed.

Everyone ridiculed the cowardice of the Danes, and complained that if this continues, they should withdraw first for resupply.

“A good fisherman doesn’t throw away the bait and think that the big fish will take the bait immediately, and we will wander for another three days.” Spueut persuaded.

It was good to have the logbook, so that he could read aloud to his bored brethren the exploits of everyone’s past days, highlighting the exact day of departure, and extrapolating how long the remaining supplies would last for the fight.

The hold of the ship is now stuffed with some useful spoils. It turned out that Spuyut had robbed a cargo ship, its hostile crew had been wiped out, and its contents had been plundered of wool.

The cargo ship was scuttled after its sails were removed and its daily necessities taken away.

Wool is a great gift dedicated to the prince. They must have been harvested in spring in the Jutland peninsula pastoral area, and after this season, it will wait for autumn.

The day after Spueut let go of his rhetoric, a cruising boat was slowly drifting along the coastline of the peninsula.

The big boat adjusted its direction like a tiger pouncing on its prey, and the brothers thought that the small boat would frantically flee for their lives along the coast, but they never expected that they were still drifting.

“How can the Danes have such stupid people, and think that the past loss is not big?” Spueut felt offended.

Someone yelled arrogantly: “It’s stupid. Or, are you praying that we don’t sink any more ships?”

“Pray? Our shop in Hedeby is completely peaceful. The Danes gave our brothers a chance to pray for peace. The son of the big merchant, Blue Fox, was killed, and the prince is still counting on that fat man to make money. If he doesn’t die, Our brothers will not kill in this sea area, and we will make a fortune today.”

Spueut’s words came from the bottom of his heart. He actually admired the courage of that fat man, who dared to trade in the Danish hinterland to make money.

Since that boat is a bunch of fools, smash it to pieces with a bronze ram!

As a result, shockingly, it happened!

[End of this Chapter]