Chapter Seven Hundred and Seventy-Eight Foreign Trade of Horses without 2 Dealers and 2 Heads
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The tall and long wooden city wall made Kagan think of a legend. It is said that the Romans' Theodosian city wall was tall and long, and that the city of Novgorod of the Rus was also the same as the Roman Constantinople?
In the concept of the son of the grassland, the "city" is a very vague concept. If the people living together are large enough, the big account area of the own alliance can be regarded as a city. Tents sprang up all over the mountains and fields along the Volga River, where the herdsmen traded at the market, where khans and priests lived, and the honorable people of the entire tribal alliance were willing to come.
There are always flocks of cattle and sheep wandering around the big tent area. The large number of livestock raised by the people is the source of food and clothing for everyone. These livestock always eat the pasture clean, forcing the big tent area to go along the river every few years. Move once.
Rus people are not the kind of happy and free way of life at all!
Snow has covered a lot of flat ground, and it is said that the field was full of wheat a few months ago. The Rus have completed the harvest, and their warehouses have enough supplies to feed everyone until next fall.
This group of visitors from the far east stood under the city on horseback, as the messengers first galloped on the soon-to-be-frozen Lake Ilmen, reporting the news to Rurik.
A group of horse riders from the East traveled thousands of miles to sell horses? One shot is the scale of a hundred horses?
Such good things were completely beyond Rurik's expectations, and the good news was no less than a long drought.
Yes, Rurik dreams of building a cavalry unit to enhance his combat effectiveness and improve the efficiency of information dissemination. He really wants to do whatever he wants. But on second thought, this was not just a coincidence.
"Make Sakey, you really came again this year? Give me a big gift as soon as you come, and I will reward you again."
Rurik was ready, the team still had to walk along the river for two to three days, and he had enough time to set up an honor guard to greet him.
The messenger said that the horses had a group of armed men. Armed is not surprising, a group of businessmen have traveled a long journey, even the bears and wolves encountered on the journey can become a deadly threat, and it is more reasonable to pass through the control area of the Smolensk people.
But the messenger said that those people looked very strange, and some Finns looked very different. They are all black-haired, and the leader of them has a wonderful mustache. He is short in stature and does not understand Norse at all, but he knows Slavic, and those with bad pronunciation can basically understand it.
Are the main guests from the East? Looks like a Finn?
The messenger mentioned a word, and Rurik decided with a little judgment that the person who came was the Pecheneg.
OK! The owner of the horse has delivered it to your door!
The team of Kagan and Sakyi was too arrogant, they all walked at least, and the Ostara warriors who were "guarding" all walked with banners, as if this group of foreign visitors were the first class.
They passed the farm, and even though it was cold, the bored people still ran out of the house, or watched the group of horses from a distance, or directly approached for a glimpse.
Horses are not a rarity in Novgorod, and the large number of horse riders at the same time is unprecedented!
It is very embarrassing to say that the local Slavs do not know how to ride horses. They use horses as livestock for pulling carts and ploughs, and their functions are more similar to eastern oxen. Of course they knew about the existence of cavalry, but they had no choice but to have a small number of horses, not to mention their size.
Last year, foreign horses sold some better horses to the maharaja, and it is said that the maharaja is already planning to create a cavalry unit belonging to the duchy.
But what does this have to do with everyone who farms? Even if it is the profit, the biggest beneficiaries are the guys from the various Varyags and White Tree Manor who live in Novgorod City.
Think about it! There is nothing more interesting than watching the fun, and life lacks fun anyway.
The sneaky onlooker Kagan had already noticed it, and he didn't bother to figure out the reason along the way, probably because his team was too conspicuous.
He didn't mean anything arrogant, but entered new territory, surprised by the completely different way of life here, and curiosity trumped everything else.
Novgorod's tall wooden walls surprised him and gave him a real "city look". The uniformly dressed warriors gathered at the city wall not only made him subconsciously alert to realize that Prince Ross was fully informed of his arrival.
As it happens, Yevlo himself is in town.
In principle, Yevlo is not an earl of Finland. The real earl is his eldest son. He can exercise the power of lord and is actually a "political earl". However, in the core area ruled by the Duchy of Rus, Rurik was willing to catch up with him, and then appoint him to be the captain of the bodyguard until the snow melts next spring.
This is a personal relationship and a test. No, Yevlo was ordered to be the messenger of the contact.
Since both the Finnish Suomis and the Turkic Pechenegs originated from North Asia, perhaps their slightly similar looks could bring about a special affinity.
Yevro didn't know the prince's will, but he knew his duty very well.
The mercenary troops are the actual guards. They are best armed and dressed in the brightest light. Not everyone has blue-dyed geese flying feathers on their helmets, forming a gorgeous crown. The chests of everyone wrapped in white robes have huge interlaced blue stripes, the leather armed belts are firmly tied, the uniform style steel swords hang from their waists, and there are also various personal items.
The guards were short-handed, and now Ragnar's department also received the letter, and after changing clothes temporarily, he came to be an "extra actor". Suddenly, more than 300 people lined up at the city gate, forming two human walls along the road.
If you want the guard of honor, make the work of the guard of honor to the extreme!
No, Rurik gave Noren, a concubine who was obsessed with rhythm, another opportunity to perform. She brought a team of musicians she trained and dressed up like a simple priestess. She carried bone flutes and fart drums outside the city. Line up and play "Ode to Joy" as a welcome tune to welcome visitors.
The flag of the Rus is flying, with blue stripes on a white background, is this their symbol?
Their warriors are all dressed in burqas with armor inside, ornately decorated.
What hides under the gorgeous appearance is definitely fierceness. Kagan is also a veteran warrior at a young age. Whoever has killed someone, he can see from his eyes, and look at this group of Ross warriors who are absolutely murderous!
Those blond young girls aroused his curiosity. These women played the flute and drums, and the ensemble tunes were light and soothing.
"Guests from afar, the great prince has received your request. The prince allows Pecheneg's messengers to enter the city, and your leaders to enter the palace for detailed discussions. Please dismount first."
The speaker was a low man with a different face than other Rus. The man spoke in Slavic, which Kagan understood.
When he hesitated, Sakyi hurriedly dismounted first, then dragged Kagan down with his bare hands, and whispered: "I advise you not to hesitate and listen to their requirements. We are in their hands now, and they are very strong. ."
Of course, the snow outside the city was not the meeting place. Kagan skilfully dismounted, took off his own fur and walked towards Yevlo with a smile.
"You...are you a noble person?"
"I'm an aristocrat of the Duchy of Ross. You... it looks like you're the leader of the Pecheneg people?"
Sackey had never seen Yevlo before, and he knew from the scene that he was a big man. He bowed his back and introduced with a smile and flattery: "My lord, this young man is the son of Pecheneg Khan... Well, it is equivalent to the status of the eldest son of the prince and prince of Rus. He is Pecheneg's messenger, with for trade and peace."
"Also a noble? Then, please follow me into the city. The prince has ordered that you can bring ten followers, and the others will be waiting outside the city with their horses."
"Just let my people stay in the snow?" Kagan asked suspiciously.
"This is what the prince means. You and your people are not allowed to enter the city at will until you get authorization. I heard that you are here to sell horses. I saw that your horses are absolutely of high quality, and the prince must like it."
Shock is a joint action on both sides! The Russ army lined up also noticed the horses in front of them. Many people had experience fighting against cavalry and knew the advantages of cavalry. Even if the cavalry had been beaten by the torsion slingshot, if the cavalry army was in the hands of the Rus army, the situation would be completely different.
Ragnar was among the Guards, and he was also envious of these horses. After all, seeing the proud and heroic horseman, any man would be envious, and he wanted to ride it and try to feel and even gallop.
Kagan finally entered the big city of the Principality of Ross, and he saw neat houses, smooth roads, and even drainage ditches.
He also noticed the existence of the market, and saw a large number of people coming and going to stop and watch.
To his slight disappointment, Prince Ross does not have a particularly imposing palace. What is here is just a large wooden house and a number of annexes, which may be the reason why it is not a royal city.
At the same time, Rurik had already changed his clothes and waited for the guests. He was also specially invited to the left and right sides by the burly warriors, especially the burly men from the first flag team, who simply sat cross-legged on the side wall of the palace. Go up two rows to give Wanggong a place.
The house is brightly lit by candles, and a matrix of three chandeliers is lowered from the roof.
The oil lamp sockets on the side walls are very particular. Under each bronze lamp, there must be a white bear head, and the ferocious fangs are indescribably mighty and domineering.
A young man with a golden beard was sitting in the high hall. He was wearing a white bear skin, a fox fur hat, and a lot of gems on his clothes.
Does he look like a rich businessman?
Do not! This young man's eyes won't lie, he is an extremely vicious warrior, his sharp eyes are like saying "I killed 10,000 warriors".
Kagan and his entourage had to unload all their weapons. As soon as they entered the hall, they heard the news in Slavic language of the nobles on the stage: "Is the person who came here the Pecheneg messenger?"
Kagan was still standing, but when he heard the sound of Sackey, he hurriedly sat down with his legs crossed, and he yanked Kagan to the ground.
"Your Majesty, this is a warrior from the eastern grasslands, the son of a local leader, and he will inherit the position of leader in the future." Sakey flattered.
"Khan of the Pechenegs?" Rurik was also surprised. "You have such a noble status?"
"I do have a noble status." Kagan raised his head recklessly.
"Very well. It seems that what the messenger says is true. As you can see, I am the Prince of Rus, the conqueror of the north, the owner of the sea, the ruler of the Slavs, and the beloved of the gods. Man, and the best buyer of your horses. So, your name? Your intentions?"
Anyone with status can name a series of self-proclaimed noble titles. Kagan did show his timidity for a while. After all, he did not have any impressive achievements and dared not brag.
This prince of Ross is very young as rumored. This person is not as cowardly as his peers, and his words are full of confidence and arrogance.
The maharaja's arrogant Kagan is not uncomfortable. The maharaja is definitely smart, and has already named his intention to buy a horse.
There is a breakthrough in the topic directly, and the possibility of awkward dialogue does not exist from the beginning.
"I am Kagan, Pecheneg's next khan. We must be your best horse supplier. Yes, this time I am ordered by my father to directly trade horses with you."
"Very good! Happy! Come on! Give me a drink!"
With an order, a small minister served Ross wine. It is a kind of cocktail. The so-called crafted and distilled vodka is blended with a lot of honey, and some dried raspberries are also soaked. Its alcohol content is not low. The extreme sweetness overwhelms the spicy, only honey, fruit and wine aroma .
Rurik also held up a glass of wine.
Kagan was confused and shocked for a moment, but he was holding a crystal cup in his hand, in which the wine had a complex aroma and a yellowish color, and the whole was pure and pure.
Since the other party is a Turkic ethnic group, it must be the grassland for home. Any prairie people are always cool. The so-called drinking should be in a big bowl, eating meat should be gnawed on the bones, and drinking and eating meat roughly shows the pride of the host and the guest.
Rurik simply raised his glass and stood up, with a bold face: "The guests from afar, it is fate that we met, let us drink this glass of wine, let's talk about the horses immediately."
"Your Majesty, you are so bold?!" Kagan was quite surprised.
"Is there any more nonsense? I long for your horses, I think in your opinion, a hundred words of good wishes are not as good as if I buy the horses immediately with money? You are here for trade, we should Do your best to negotiate a deal today."
Such a good thing? Kagamba couldn't close the deal right away and keep the money in his hands.
"Since the prince is so interested in this transaction, let's toast! Your hospitable character will be preached in the grasslands, and we will have a more wonderful trade prospect." After that, Kagan drank the wine.
Doing business is doing business, and Rurik has no intention of harassing these Turks.
Kagan is actually the son of Pecheneg Khan, regardless of whether the name is true or not, whether the future trade can go smoothly is the last word. The so-called don't care whether the comer is a cat or a dog, it doesn't matter if the horse can be sent to Ross, whether it is stolen or robbed, the one who sends the horse is a hero.
However, the appearance of this group of Pechenegs instantly made Rurik think a lot - maybe the plan to train the cavalry should take advantage of the situation and enter the fast lane.
Better to negotiate the business first! Although the principality's large purse was placed in Novorossburg, the development of handicrafts required a large amount of cash expenditures, but Novgorod also had a small purse with up to 800 pounds of silver coins in stock. Rurik pondered this wave of unsolicited horse foreign trade transactions based on his experience in the spring. The money should be enough, and the big deal should be haggled.
"You really intend to sell a hundred horses?" Rurik asked hurriedly when he saw him toast.
"Exactly."
"Then..." Rurik wanted to find a price, but he decisively thought of last year's outrageous offer from Sakyi, and he held back his words.
"Price? According to our habit, a batch of mares has the highest price. All the horses I brought are mares."
"It's all mare?!"
"Because a mare is best for riding, maybe you don't understand it now, but you'll understand it when you buy my horse."
Kagan's meaning Rurik probably understood, the so-called steppe cavalry always carried mare expeditions. Except for the core elites of the Mongolian army expedition to Western Europe, all other cavalry were from Turks. They all live by water and grass, and have a lot of commonalities in their lifestyles, and naturally they can all be governed by the same Great Khan. The cavalry on the expedition could stay on the horse all the way, sleep on the back of the horse, and suck a mouthful of horse milk when hungry. The cavalry mare is not only a tool for riding and fighting, but also almost all the logistics.
"Okay, what's your price?"
"We've been on the road for three months, we have gone through a lot of hardships, and finally arrived at your territory, so..."
"Is the price going to increase?"
"Exactly. So, one pound of silver per horse." Kagan said a little timidly, but Rurik sat up straight when he heard the number.
"What did you say?!"
"Ah! Maharaja! We have gone through a lot of hardships. From the far east to this far north, it is reasonable to increase the price. Please accept it."
"You!" Rurik covered his face with one hand, his murderous eyes staring directly at the shivering Mak Sakyi through his fingers.
Rurik never imagined that there would be such a business. The horse breeder would have to explain the price of a pound for fear that the buyer would be unhappy. For the sake of 1000% profit, this group of Kyiv horses really dared to engage in the "Eastern European Series" to eat at both ends.
The trade was all spring, and the stallions that were bought were going crazy, so much so that now all of Novgorod's mares were bulging. Sakyi sold his horse and then withdrew. Thinking of those things, Rurik had to sigh with emotion that this Kyiv man was really motivated by trade. This man had been exercising fast for a whole year, and he didn't even have time to rest. The power gave him a big ship and he was not allowed to go directly to the new continent.
Apparently Sackey was still lying in the spring. The so-called bare-hearted description of ten horses costing 40 pounds of silver was still nonsense in the end. Now that he knew about it, Rurik was not angry, and should even have kept it a secret. Because horse suppliers deliver to their doorsteps, they take over the distribution work themselves, and there is no need for second-order dealers.
Cagan said with certainty that a hundred mares were available for sale, since the other horses were not included in the sale for riding and pack service on the return trip.
"When do we trade? When do I get the money?!" Kagan asked very earnestly.
The other party was so real, Rurik thought to himself that it would be inauthentic if he hesitated. He stood up again and announced, "It's now, you're about to get your money! A total of ten thousand fine silver coins! Let's go! I'll go see those horses first. What a happy event, Kagan, you and your people. All my friends. I'm going to entertain you tonight!"
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