Rise of Rurik

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Almost all of the soldiers who formed the Slavic flag team were in Novgorod. They were the residents here, and they were also the heroes of the transformation of the farm into a city.

The local Slavs have a large population, and the foreign Varyags are quite powerful in military strength and technology. The time for change has come, and a whole new race is being born. The Slavic warriors were dressed in the image of the Varyags, they wore leather helmets, and their huge noses even covered their mouths. They held spears in their right hands and tied round shields with their left arms. Although they had no chain mail, they had thick leather cut to fit their bodies. At first glance, they looked like the same thing. Hand axes or daggers hang from the belts of their trousers, and everyone wears trousers made of linen, with special cloth strips tied around their calves, and steps on locally produced finely stitched leather boots.

The soldiers of the Slavic flag team are all half a head shorter than the Ross warriors, and they are also thinner. Their individual fighting power is very limited, and if hundreds of people gather to form a formation, the situation will be completely different.

As many as five hundred Slavic fighters were assembled, and they were logging on weekdays and practicing in the setting sun at the end of the gradually shortening days.

Medved really didn't know whether the bark could make a "cork board" as soft as cloth, but the brothers had a lot of harvest after logging.

A lot of fresh birch trunks peeled off some sap, this is slightly sweet sap is very thirst-quenching. The locals have long known that the sap can be drunk, but the effect is unknown. The drying trunks are thrown into the rammed clay stove, and birch charcoal begins to produce, as it has done in previous years.

The weather was obviously getting colder and colder, and the sun poked its head out lazily every morning. Once the sun swept across the huge Lake Ilmen, the lake began to transpiration with a thick, clammy white mist, until the sun rose high enough. The fog will dissipate.

Rurik didn't have time to inspect the bark. He had already decided to make paper. Now that the raw materials were already available, it was up to him to take action.

He and his men work on the fields of the old Pine Needle Manor.

The mercenaries carried shovels to eradicate the inherently demarcated sky stems on a large scale. These are all the property of the duke family. The various plots must be abolished, and the entire farmland must be transformed as horizontal and vertical as possible.

Rurik re-delimited these fields according to the standard he set for one hectare of land. The batch of rope rulers he had just happened to be a maximum length of 100 stikas, which was counted as 100 meters. "one hectare".

He saw this situation again, the area that was once full of buildings was deserted. The Ross Conqueror just killed the rebels, and finally buried the bodies of these guys in a giant cup. After the victory, the residential buildings were all torn down, and the available building materials were obviously divided up by the residents of the nearby farms in the past two months, and only a pile of sawdust was left on the ground...

Compared with wasteland, is it not a matter of minutes to transform these homesteads into farmland? Next year, the ponies will stop pulling wooden carts, and organize some horses to pull the curved plough to reclaim the homestead. Isn't this another large field?

The reality, however, was wilder and more gratifying than Rurik had hoped.

As long as the desolate homestead is counted, and the trophy acres allocated to the servant army are separated, Rurik is pleasantly surprised to find that the acres that belong to him alone have exceeded 4,000 hectares.

Indeed, when Rurik had multiple calluses on his feet, and his knees were sore as if they lacked oil, he and his team put together the statistics and got this crazy result.

Hundreds of people raided the dusty ruins of the old pine needle manor to set up field barracks.

The mercenaries and hired locals who broke up the ridges and operated the large stove to stew fish were already lying in the wooden shed due to exhaustion, and even the cool outdoor breeze could not disturb their dreams.

Wooden poles, lush fir branches and cloth make up Rurik's accommodation, and even a place where scribes gather for meetings.

Wives and concubines are scribes, and they are different in age and ethnicity.

These days, we all share weal and woe, although every day is very hard, everyone works hard for the same goal, even if the feet are bubbling, it is worth it. . More importantly, everyone is working together with the Duke, this is a good opportunity to express yourself.

Twenty oil lamps lit up the entire wooden shed, and everyone was dressed in furry bearskins, and the furs were like big quilts, which perfectly dispelled the cold of early winter.

The girls stared with wide eyes. They all washed the dust off their faces before the sun went down, but their tired, haggard faces, and their rough and calloused hands would not recover in a short time. Every day, they wrote new statistics on wooden boards and submitted them to Rurik, and today the entire area has been surveyed and mapped by various groups.

The boards on which the information was recorded were also erected into two towers, the height of which was the same as Rurik's.

Everyone just ate the oatmeal cakes sent from Novgorod, and just ate the freshly caught lake fish. Even now, the camp has a faint smell of stewed fish.

The exhausted man was somewhat more energetic, but the atmosphere was still too deserted. When Rurik waited for his wives and concubines to gather, he slapped his calloused hands and spoke!

"Finally, the gods saved us from the bad snow. We finally got the job done before the snow fell, and you're all exhausted these days."

"I'm not tired." Svetlana behaved well: "It's my happiest thing to be able to do things with you."

Listening to being a spoiled child, Rurik smiled: "Really? You can't enjoy this happiness alone. What about the others?"

All the girls said that they could continue to work, and they were all just teenagers.

"You said you were not tired, but I said I was very tired. Now we have finally completed all the farmland statistics. Everyone has worked too hard this month."

After speaking politely, Rurik suppressed the joy in his heart and explained the results after the summary: "You have all sworn to ensure that the results of the surveying and mapping of the areas you are responsible for are true. Record other information in the area. After my summary, the old pine needle manor belongs to us as high as 4,200 hectares!"

What is this concept? It is indeed much more than the existing 2,000 hectares of White Tree Manor.

Rurik couldn't hide his joy after all, he laughed out loud, and even said while laughing: "Do you know what this means?! Relying on my experience in investigation, as long as we develop these fields well, every year 10 million Roman pounds of oats could be harvested right here at the old pine needle estate! If we did a little more work, the grain yield could be even higher!”

He talked a lot, and it turned out to be his own one-man show.

The girls lacked a rational understanding of this extremely large number. Since the Duke pointed out that this is a good thing, everyone should be happy.

Tired is really tired, and the statistical results are really gratifying.

but……

All the data has been compiled. This night, Rick intends to lie in a shack by himself. He and his wives and concubines share the Datongpu, leaving him a quiet and lonely place to think about the data overnight.

When the hustle and bustle dissipated and the camp fell into silence, only the faint snoring and the sound of the wind broke into the shack, Rurik thought silently with his eyes open.

It is extremely optimistic to estimate that there are indeed two thousand acres of farmland in White Tree Manor, and their distribution is relatively scattered, and the overall geographical location is not good. Fortunately, the latitude around Lake Ilmen is lower, and theoretically the accumulated temperature is higher than that of the Lake Mälaren area, and the production capacity is also higher.

Putting optimism aside for now, Rurik’s results from his investigation at White Tree Manor are like this. The fields are graded. Only those fields near the lake can yield 150 Roman pounds per mu. one hundred pounds. This is still the data of a harvest year. If the wheat harvester encounters rainfall or frost, most of the loss of large-scale wheat production is due to the mercy of the gods.

The local Slavs did see production cuts and no viewing as punishments for the gods, and if such a thing happened, they would sacrifice on a large scale. In extreme cases, even human sacrifices...

It is ideal to presume the wheat harvest every year as a bumper harvest, and then levy taxes at this standard. Forcing the facts is afraid that a particular disaster year will cause anger and resentment.

According to the people of White Tree Manor, only half of the 2,000 acres of farmland in their hands are good fields. One hectare can harvest 2,000 pounds of sun-dried oats, and the remaining bad fields can also receive 1,000 pounds. .

So, what is the price?

The price is that whether the hectare harvests 2,000 pounds or 1,000 pounds, the farmer puts in at least 200 to 300 pounds of grain.

Therefore, the granaries of each household in the White Tree Manor will definitely store up to 400,000 pounds of grain.

This is a very crazy number, but even if their rough farming methods have begun to be blessed with curved ploughs, the biggest effect is to transform a batch of poor fields into good fields, and the exchange ratio between planting and harvesting is extremely ugly!

After the autumn harvest, about 15% to 20% of the grain will be sealed. Unless there is a serious famine, it must not be moved. That is the grain for spring ploughing!

One grain of wheat is exchanged for five grains. How to improve the exchange ratio without high-tech blessings in northern and northeastern Europe, where conditions are harsh, and oats that are naturally low-yield?

On the other hand, in the east, which is warm and suitable and where irrigated agriculture is developed, the rice planted in a good year is one seed for thirty harvests.

In Novgorod, if you want to have more harvests, you obviously have to rely on wide-ranging crops and small harvests, and relying on economies of scale to obtain a large surplus. This makes farmers suffer, and they have to work hard during busy farming seasons.

This is the case for White Tree Manor. The slaughtered Pine Needle Manor seems to be in a better situation. Rurik considers that Ross's continuous exploitation of this farm in the past has really made it difficult for its farmers. Rurik was more certain that their rebellion had a good reason because Ross exploited too hard.

"Do I still want to apologize to you? You are already dead. If you don't rebel, I will work on improving your living conditions in the future, but it's a pity that you collectively rebelled and acted arrogantly. It's a good thing for you all to die, so I will There is no need to increase taxes on other farms. Your death can make me a wise man. Your souls grudge, Ross needs rising capital, and the accumulation of primitive capital is accompanied by blood, your blood..."

Rurik didn't want to bother with the dead rebels. The dead left behind a lot of wealth, 4,200 hectares of land, even if a large area pretended to be acres of land, it was actually homestead. The old pine needle manor holds the best area around the lake. Almost all the fields are close to the lake. They are coherent with each other and have a large scale. This made the survey team including Rurik basically walk the marathon these days. He estimated that among them No matter how good the land is, there must be 3,000 hectares.

The best 3,000 hectares in a good year can yield 4 million pounds of oats. For this harvest, he had to invest 600,000 to 700,000 pounds of wheat according to the rough agricultural model.

The thought of this gave Rurik a headache.

The crops on hand are insufficient, and the crops that can be saved even by trying intensive cultivation are limited. Labor tribes can pay to rent idle labor on farms, but how to solve the problem of growing grain?

Rurik estimates that if he intends to fully use the real cultivated fields of the old pine needle manor for spring ploughing next year, he will have to invest at least 800,000 pounds. If the weather is pleasant and the weather is pleasant, next year's autumn harvest alone can harvest 5 million here. Roman pound wheat.

That is really an attractive figure. The output of this corner alone can solve the annual ration of the more than 10,000 men, women and children of the Viking population of the Principality of Rus, and nearly half of the young children can even eat fat per person.

Let's stop this dreamy idea! If it is no problem to collect enough 100,000 pounds of grain for Dad, the price is that the entire Viking population will live a traditional life of eating fish and meat for more than half a year.

Is this okay? This is not good.

Everyone is used to eating wheat. Even if they can only eat a small amount every day, everyone is happy if they have food at home. After all, wheat is more durable than pickled jerky, and if there is surplus grain at home, people will not worry about survival.

Everyone has the same concerns in this regard. Even though a few years ago, there was almost no stock of wheat in the homes of the Russ, in recent years, everyone has been inseparable from wheat.

"Son of God? I am indeed the son of God. Those guys are already inseparable from the wheat. If they can't get the wheat, my ruling authority will be shaken!"

This night, Rurik thought a lot.

The pine needle manor with a population of more than 10,000 completely disintegrated. They left behind a total of 5,000 hectares of developed fields. Except for the servants, Ross will get most of it.

Rurik has declared that the property rights of the farmland belong to the duchy, which is actually equivalent to the ownership of the duke's family. Ordinary people have no objection to this, or they can't think of anything that can be questioned.

This is simply the land riches that the Duchy has plundered on the old pine needle estate.

There were also five farms that participated and helped in the rebellion, the owner of the estate was killed, and the population was divided among the farms of the other servant Ross. The five farms also disappeared, and the pots and pans, as well as the wooden beams and planks used to build the house, were divided up, but the land left behind belonged to the duke.

I am afraid that another 5,000 hectares of land can be counted, and at least half of them are fertile fields!

Due to the limitations of the conditions, Rurik knew that he would not want to go to the ruins of the five farms again this year to measure the fields. Practical reasons forced him to wait until next year when the snow melted and spring ploughing to work again.

The property rights belong only to the duchy, or to the 10,000 hectares of land only belonging to the duke's family? !

If they all start producing, that's more exciting than taxing individual farms.

However, it is impossible for him to take care of these fields by himself in any case, and there is absolutely not enough surplus grain to be fully planted in the spring next year.

The vast fields needed enough tenant farmers, and Rurik, who realized that he had become the biggest landlord, out of rational consideration, was to bring the population directly from the hometown of Ross, as determined in the plan. As long as they start farming, they won't be able to solve their wheat-eating problem, and the prestige of the duke's family will skyrocket.

The most important thing is that the property rights of these farmlands belong to the dukes, and all they have is the right to use them. At that time, they will sign a contract with them to determine the number of years of use rights and how much tax to pay within that year. From the perspective of the result orientation of producing food, pulling people over to plant ready-made fields can produce more results than encouraging people to open up wasteland.

Or change the strategy, and part of the fields are planted with cash crops. Rurik remembered the manor that was good at growing flax. If you lease the land to them, then you will have to pay less rent and reduce or exempt some taxes.

"Ah! Ten thousand hectares of fertile land are mine! One hectare is two thousand pounds of oats! This place should be able to grow spring wheat, and the production capacity of spring wheat and spring oats is about the same, right? Ah, so I have to save all the wheat I got from Britain this year... Suddenly thinking of this, Rurik, who was lying on his back, suddenly sat up, "Damn it! I have to write a letter to Rosberg."

He was worried about this. When he needed to plant spring wheat next year, he found that the British wheat he had obtained had already been turned into flour and made a lot of delicious and fluffy bread.

That would be bad.

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