Rebirth of the Viking King

"Dear daddy, I'm going poof!"

Just as he was about to speak, a strong old man with white hair and beard beside the hot stove raised his fist and punched Sanji in the stomach.

"Haha! My dear son, you finally remembered me as a lonely father!" After beating Sanchi to pieces with one punch, Old Gore had no intention of stopping. His fist violently rotated left and right on Sanji's stomach, and Sanji was helpless in his hands like a fragile child.

"You bastard!"

"As a Viking, why don't you learn to be a carpenter if you don't learn blacksmithing from me?!"

"It's okay to learn to be a carpenter, but to work in a shabby village on the 9th line. I'm really crazy." Sangji is the eldest son of Gore. He once had high hopes for his son, but Sangji's subsequent series of psychedelic operations He couldn't understand what he was trying to do.

"Your father and I are also popular people in Storm's End. Every time the Duke returns to the city after plundering, he always gives me gifts. When did he pass by Tempered Marash and didn't he give you and me a few bags of tobacco?"

"It's you!"

"The more you live, the more ridiculous you are! It's just a matter of running to the 9th line to destroy the village, and the village chief who doesn't even have hair is running around like a little Liba! Your father and I are the same in the 'River Valley' after all. A big shot like me, where do you want to put this old face of mine?"

"I have pity on your mother who died of illness many years ago. If she saw you hanging like this, wouldn't she be able to open the coffin and start running to knock your head?"

"Dad, I can't do it anymore, please spare me."

Sanji is a carpenter, and his physical ability cannot be compared with his father who works all day long. Dad is only 13 years older than him because the old bastard married his wife when he was 12 years old. His mother's family was the royal chef of the Viking King "Sabertooth" O'Sullivan, and their family was quite prosperous.

All the initial land and construction costs for the "Quenching Marashi" store were provided by Sanchi's mother's family. Although my father's craftsmanship is quite average, the large size of the shop and the luxurious decoration have intimidated most of Duke Bernard's men.

The Malash family is also one of the largest families in "Storm's End".

Half an hour later, Sanji, who was tortured by Old Man Gore's iron fist until he was almost foaming at the mouth, took a shower and changed clothes under the service of a maid. The father felt sorry for his son who couldn't eat anything serious in the remote seaside countryside, so he specially slaughtered a sheep. He took out the iron tongs and was skewering the meat, while Sanji's two sons sold out all the goods in the car and ran back to see their grandfather in time.

"Hey, look what this is." Old Gore mysteriously took out a silver jar from the iron safe in the bedroom.

"Last year, I went to the Conqueror's Fortress to participate in the Vulcan Festival. At the town market, I actually saw businessmen from the Eastern Tang Dynasty! Oh, look at these people! They had flying swords on their feet, and their clothes were fluttering. Many locals present even I knelt down for them on the spot and thought it was a god coming to the world!”

"Your father participated in the forging competition and didn't win any prizes, so he didn't have any money in his pocket. The merchants of the Tang Dynasty didn't care about the goods in their hands. The bunch of rubes in the Conqueror's Fortress have never heard of it."

"The porcelain is crystal clear! Snow-white, as bright as the bright moon in the sky! And the tulle like blue smoke passes through the square hole of the Tang Dynasty copper coins, and is as silky as grease!"

When Old Gore mentioned the goods sold by Tangren, his eyes flashed with a childlike light of intoxication. Sanji, who was opposite him, shook his head helplessly. His father had a restless heart, and he was still as innocent as a child even in his forties.

The silver jar was opened mysteriously, and inside was some variegated powder composed of chili pepper, cumin and sesame seeds.

The room suddenly smelled fragrant.

"Your grandma missed the old friendship and gave me a jar of spices customized by the O'Sullivan family."

"This is a homemade spice mixture made by merchants of the Tang Dynasty! It is said that they traveled across several continents, from the Eastern Continent all the way to the west, collecting seven or eight kinds of plants from different origins, and refined them using the unique baking methods of the Tang people. This thing is sprinkled with On the meat, wow, that taste."

"I'll give you juniors a taste today!" Old Gore put his big, thick hands into the jar, took out two handfuls of spices and spread them evenly on the tender mutton that had just been slaughtered.

"Son, listen to your father!"

"When people go to higher places, water flows to lower places. It is better to be a phoenix tail than a chicken head. This is the lesson your father has learned from his life! If I can go to the Eastern Land and take a look at the Tang Dynasty in my lifetime, I will also This life is really not in vain.”

"Ahem!" Sanji coughed twice and hurriedly stopped his father.

Dad is a successful businessman, but he is really not a successful craftsman. As early as his childhood, Sanchi could see that his interest was not in blacksmithing, but in poetry and distant places.

Get on a long boat and ride the wind and waves, drink wine you have never tasted before, eat dishes you have never tasted before, see scenery that others have never seen, and make strange friends at the same time. This is Gore's true pursuit in his life.

Sanchi, on the other hand, has no interest in wandering around the world.

He just wanted to stay in the studio, cut wood seriously, build the best wooden boat in Scandinavia, and pass his skills to his son before he died, so that his son could continue to make better boats. ship.

Shipbuilding was his interest in life and his only goal in life.

"Dad, I came here this time to buy an anchor."

"Anchor?" Old Man Gore lowered his eyelids.

"What do you want the anchor for?"

The air in the room condensed instantly, and the meat skewer in Old Gore's hand stagnated for a long time. The fire in the fireplace beside him crackled, and the father and son looked at each other for ten seconds before he opened his mouth and gently moved his head to Sangji's ear.

"The boy from Hanshui Village picked up a boat?"

In the Middle Ages, shipbuilding was among the most cutting-edge woodworking techniques. Because a simple ship involves the cooperation of many disciplines such as carpentry, blacksmith, textile, and forging.

Old Gore never thought that his son, who could only make wooden shields and carriages, could build a ship. In his opinion, the only possibility for Hanshui Village to obtain a ship was to pick up an empty ship on the shore with its anchor rope broken and blown into the sea by strong winds.

Although this is uncommon, it does happen a few times a year.

Sanji's face was extremely stiff. He held it in for a long time and did not dare to tell his father that the two huge three-masted sailboats were made by himself.

"Okay! I didn't expect that your new village chief, who has no hair at all, would be so lucky! How big of a ship is it?"

“very big”

"Oh my God! Did you pick up a Tang Dynasty ship? Oh my God! Is the draft deep? Is the damage serious??"

"Are there any dead people on board? A ghost ship with dead people is unlucky! You must ask the Storm Acolyte to perform a ritual ceremony."

Sanchi could not answer any of these questions. After all, the person in front of him was his biological father, and the fact that he could build a ship was too shocking.

If you tell the truth, tell your dad that all your knowledge was taught to you by Master Loki who just turned 20 years old.

Not to mention old man Gore, he doesn’t even believe it.

"Haha! Not bad, not bad!" Old Man Gore laughed. In Scandinavia, nothing is more joyful than picking up an empty boat on the coast. He stretched out his big hand and patted Sanji's shoulder hard, and he involuntarily accelerated the speed of Chuanchuaner.

"Have you finished reporting to Lord Bernard? Give me the bow of the ship later, and I will coat it with gold powder for you! The shiny look is the workmanship of old man Gore."

"Dad, that's the problem. I haven't reported it to Lord Bernard yet?"

"Then why are you standing still? Go quickly! Is it possible that you still want to go to sea privately? If the lord knows about this, why don't you break your dog legs?"

Mr. Gore never thought that Loki's idea was to go to sea privately. Sanji also helplessly coughed twice again, and explained hurriedly: "Ahem, this is a picked-up ship after all, it's in tatters."

"We're not sure whether the boat can be used. What if after reporting it to the lord, blowing off the cowhide collar and returning the bow portrait, we find that the broken boat is leaking here and there? How embarrassing!"

"How about your old man sell me the anchor first, and I'll go back and try to see if the ship can sail. Anyway, winter will come in a few months, and the actual sailing will have to wait until the ice sea thaws in the spring of next year."

Sanji's eyes averted and he lowered his head. Mr. Gore stared into his eyes for two seconds without showing any expression on his face.

He knew his eldest son too well.

This is a man who is dedicated to studying technology, and he will never lie.

But then again, Al Gore has lived for over forty years. This age is already considered a real senior among the Vikings. Could he know what the hairless Loki in Hanshui Village was thinking?

Of all the lords, which one has never thought about going out to sea to plunder privately? Who doesn't want all the gold and silver he has exchanged for his life to be put in his pocket, and one day replace the Duke who is weighing on his head.

After thinking again and again, he nodded gently with a solemn expression.

"Sure! I'll ask the apprentice to go to the basement to help you move the carriage."

"I'd better go by myself! There are many people and it's better to keep a low profile for this kind of thing." Sanji grabbed a rag to wipe his hands, stood up and left.

"Wait!" Gore growled.

The air between the two solidified again, but the next second, Gore suddenly shouted at the top of his voice: "Children, it's time to get off work!"

"I'll let you leave early today, and pack your things for me to go home!"

Suddenly there was a burst of footsteps outside the house, and after three to five minutes it returned to silence. Father Gore took half a basin of mutton skewers and went to the door of the house to light a fire. Before leaving, he took off the keys from his waistband and gently threw them on the square table.

That's the key to the blacksmith's basement.

The anchor that Sanji cherished so much was placed in it.