"Congratulations, Lord Rostislav, it seems that you are more skilled."
Just a minute after Rostislav stopped, two other riders arrived, and Edward Wessex immediately congratulated the prince.
"Edward, you are hiding your clumsiness again. You must be deliberately not using the war horse that you often ride on. You have really taken great pains to keep me."
Rostislav did not hesitate to expose the English's clumsiness.
There was no embarrassment on Edward's face after being exposed, he just showed the smile that the prince was familiar with, like a fox laughing, and this was the smile that the prince was familiar with.
"That's right."
The prince looked at the Hungarian-raised heir of Wessex and said.
Edward grew up in Hungary, a country that still has a strong nomadic atmosphere. How could his riding skills be poor? Many riders there can still control their horses with just their legs.
And the prince was very sure that the man in front of him had such skills. After all, he could even run on an unfamiliar horse with him as a prince on horseback, which showed how powerful his riding skills were.
"And my riding skills are really poor, my lords."
Yang said helplessly. He tried his best to follow these two people, but in the end, someone was really hiding something, which was a huge blow to him.
Fortunately, Yang has long been accustomed to this. After all, he learned many things after coming into contact with Rostislav, and he has long recognized his shortcomings. Compared with these two nobles who have practiced riding since childhood, he is
It’s really not enough to watch.
"Yang, don't be too discouraged. Your riding skills are already very good. There are not many people in Northeastern Russia who can compare with you."
Edward comforted him from the side, and what he said was not a lie. In the Northeastern region of Ross, there were few people with better riding skills than Young.
These two people came specifically from their respective stations to visit Rostislav today. When they arrived on the outskirts of Moscow, they were summoned by Rostislav, and then they came to the current horse race.
"Okay, don't talk there, come over and have a drink."
Rostislav dismounted quickly, walked to the side of the racecourse, picked up a cup filled with kvass and poured it into his mouth, while the other two followed behind with a smile.
Originally, a drink like kvass was not something that a prince should drink. It was a substitute made by the middle and lower class people to cope with the shortage of beer. However, the prince liked the feeling of kvass very much.
Moreover, the kvass just taken out from the cellar is ice cold and very refreshing to drink, which is very suitable for the hot summer.
In addition, this kvass is not a popular product outside, but a refined product with honey added. Even the bread used for fermentation is special white bread, which is enough to be worthy of the status of a prince, and the price will not drop even if it is given to a banquet.
For Rostislav, the taste of this kvass is very close to that of later generations, which makes him even more fascinated by this kvass. He usually fills his kettle with it when traveling.
"You are such a good thing, Rostislav. I really didn't realize it. I thought it was just ordinary kvass."
Edward was able to appreciate the extraordinary quality of this kvass in just one mouthful, and said with some surprise.
"It's just a small improvement. If you like, you can take a lot. By the way, where is my aunt? Why didn't she come this time?"
Rostislav expressed his generosity very generously, which was nothing to him anyway, and then he asked about his aunt.
"She, there can't be no one in the territory."
When talking about the territory, Edward, who always showed a foxy smile, his face fell. That place really gave him a headache.
"Any questions?"
Rostislav asked subconsciously, with a very concerned tone in his voice. Edward was a relative of his, the kind who needed strong assistance and could be his strong support in the future.
The Prince of Moscow has always provided a lot of support to his two relatives. He really wants these two to secure their positions in the territory.
"It's okay here. The main thing is that I have to be busy talking nonsense with those farmers every day. I need to spend a lot of words to get them to pay taxes and fulfill their obligations. Sometimes I have to send troops to kill a few people. It's a headache. But in comparison
Come on, the Polish boy next door to me is always in a rage. He is not as patient as I am, so he just takes his knights to burn villages. Burning a few villages will make the farmers more honest."
Listening to Edward's words, the prince couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was just complaining about the troubles in the management of the territory. He thought it was due to unstable governance, which would be troublesome.
Looking at the situation now, there is no problem on Edward's side, but the problem with the Mishko boy is huge. Rostislav is thinking about whether to send some people there, and then go over to persuade the boy. Blind violence and suppression are impossible.
obtain peace.
But that was later, and now Rostislav looked at another person.
"Jan, are there any problems over there in Suzdal? Do those people still obey you?"
The Prince of Moscow is very concerned about the situation in Suzdal, which is the most independent area in Northeastern Russia.
Moreover, the nickname of Northeastern Rus' is the land behind the forest, which is most appropriate for Suzdal. Even in Northeastern Rus', Suzdal is also "the land behind the forest".
During the Bulgar invasion war, a great traitor appeared in Suzdal. Although the territory and property of the traitor Olaf had been divided up, the prince was still worried.
If this were not the case, he would not have asked his personal leader to go there and take charge.
"It's quite peaceful. Olaf's property has made Suzdal's powerful people well fed, and they have no intention of causing trouble. In addition, Vasily's family has helped me a lot. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have been able to take over all this so quickly.
"
Jan told everything in a very orderly manner, and Vishata taught his son all kinds of administrative knowledge. This is why Jan did not complain after going to Suzdal.
"In addition, I suggest that Vasily take over my position. I am now the mayor of Suzdal and cannot stay with you for a long time. Vasily is a good young man, and we can tie Hrensky to death in this way.
On our warship."
"Yes, I will consider it."
Rostislav had already considered what Jan said. Vasily was indeed a loyal knight. The prince also remembered that he would rather be captured and taken prisoner by the Bulgars than surrender.
Just as he finished speaking, a rider ran in. The man looked very nervous, which made the prince of Moscow subconsciously stand up. The news he brought made the prince feel nervous.