With the investment of resources, Ivangorod has indeed developed rapidly.
For those poor fishermen, the recruitment by the Prince of Moscow was too superior. I had never seen anyone recruit them like lousy fishermen like this.
Soon, thousands of people gathered in Ivangorod, and even entire villages moved directly there.
Then Gavrila paid no attention to this place except for delivering supplies. He was still very busy with his work, and the place was managed by the princes, so there was no need for him to take care of it.
After admiring the sight of Ivangorod for a while, Rostislav led his followers into the gate of Ivangorod.
Gavrila subconsciously began to judge the city's defense level. The gate was covered with iron in advance, which was very difficult to fight. The construction of the city wall was also very particular. The materials used were absolutely solid and intact, and there were several brick and tile towers.
Gavrila also entered the city for the first time, and at the gate of the city, Roman, the mayor of Ivangorod appointed by the Prince of Moscow, was there to greet the Prince.
Roman was originally a soldier in Rostislav's court, but because his father was a fisherman, he was sent by Rostislav to Ivangorod as mayor.
Roman was very dissatisfied with this at first, but after experiencing some things, his view completely changed.
Roman looked a little thin among the Prince of Moscow's personal troops, and there was a terrible scar on his hand, which showed that this man had been fighting on the battlefield a lot.
The current Roman temperament gives people the feeling of an old fisherman, just like his father, and Gavrila felt a firm temperament from this man. He seemed to see this person standing firm on the sea with constant waves.
of fighting the storm.
What Gavrila didn't know was that Roman's father had a story like this. This Rus' soldier, now the mayor of Ivangorod, often told people the story of his ancestor fighting a big fish.
He also said that it was because of his father's fighting that he was favored by the gods and given the strength to move forward on the battlefield.
"Roman, is that thing ready?"
Rostislav asked directly, while Roman gave the prince a confident smile and rubbed the fingers of his left hand.
"It has been successful. Lord Rostislav, a portion has been prepared. Come and have a taste."
Roman waved his hand, and then two strong citizens carried a large wooden barrel, and then Roman pried open the barrel himself.
Gavrila looked curiously, but he smelled a pungent smell first, and subconsciously covered his mouth and nose. The smell was really unpleasant.
What he saw next was some pickled salted fish. The mayor of Novgorod was instantly disappointed. He thought they were some kind of treasure.
But Rostislav felt as if he had found a treasure. He picked up a piece of fish and tasted it, with a satisfied expression on his face, as if he was eating some delicacy in the world.
Then the expression on the prince's face was as if he had eaten some unparalleled delicacy, which made Gavrila feel a little chilly. He really couldn't understand why this food tasted so delicious.
Then Rostislav handed one to Gavrila, and the mayor of Novgorod had an embarrassed expression on his face.
He didn't like the taste, but since the prince handed it over, he could only swallow it.
"How is it?" Rostislav asked immediately, his words full of expectation.
Gavrila was even more confused. He was just a salted fish. Why did the prince have such an attitude? He even wondered if Rostislav was setting a trap for him.
But in the end, after much deliberation, I felt that there could be no problem here, so I simply answered directly.
"Master Rostislav, this is just ordinary salted fish."
"Ordinary salted fish, ordinary salted fish, hahaha, Roman, tell him what it is."
Not only Rostislav, but also Roman and his fishermen were laughing, and this made the mayor of Novgorod even more confused as to what they were doing.
And in Inexplicable Fire is anger, is this playing a trick on him?
Next, Roman cleared up Gavrila's doubts, "Mr. Gavrila, this fish was pickled eight months ago. What you are eating now is eight months ago, and according to our estimation, this fish
It can be kept for up to one year.”
"impossible!"
Without thinking, this sentence blurted out from the mouth of the mayor of Novgorod. How could something like salted fish be preserved for so long? How could something preserved for such a long time be salted fish?
"Ahaha, hahaha, forgive me, Gavrila, it's just that your reaction is too funny. So, I swear in the name of God and ancestors that everything he said is true, and there is absolutely no problem with it.
."
Rostislav continued to speak in that suppressed laugh tone, and the mayor of Novgorod was completely stunned. The salted fish that has been preserved for such a long time... is this actually true?
"how did you do that?"
Gavrila said in a shocked tone, he really couldn't believe this was true, but the assurance of the Prince of Moscow was there.
Roman didn't hesitate and led everyone directly to the workshop at the port, where the salted fish was produced.
Then they saw a group of fishermen handling the herring they had caught. They saw the fishermen cutting off the heads of the fish with knives, then opening the belly of the fish, taking out the internal organs, then smearing it with salt, and finally throwing it into Gavrila.
Inside the vat.
Piles of herring entrails were thrown aside, emitting a very strong stench that made everyone avoid them, but the fishermen looked like they were used to it.
"This this……"
Gavrila was speechless. In the past few months, as the mayor of Novgorod, he knew very well what all this meant. Salted fish that completely disparaged all current pickling techniques could make Novgorod
Gorod made a lot of money!
Although he still lives in Rus', because he grew up in Novgorod, which has a strong commercial atmosphere, Gavrila has long known from the foreign businessmen that there is a strong demand for salted fish during the fasting period.
There is still a serious gap in this market, because salted fish generally has a pitifully low shelf life, and these products are not even available in many places.
While Gavrila was agitated by all this, on the other side, Rostislav and Roman were asking about many matters about production, the construction of the fishery workshop and future export targets.
When Rostislav turned his head, he found Gavrila kneeling in front of him, "Mr. Rostislav, this technology will definitely make Novgorod more powerful. It is really... an unprecedented opportunity.
In front of our eyes."
If Gavrila had some knots in his heart before, then at this moment the mayor of Novgorod was completely convinced.
Even if the prince does not share this technology with Novgorod, the businessmen attracted by these salted fish will drive the city's economy.
Oh, the latter situation is no longer possible, because Gavrila has seen all the processes, but this also shows that Rostislav has no intention of hiding anything.
"Don't be like this, Lord Gavrila. I'm sorry. It's just a small contribution, and the development of this industry is very limited by the amount of salt. Even if we start selling, it will take some time for our business to start."
Rostislav said with a smile, and the next sentence made Gavrila's mood fluctuate even more.
"I still have something for you to do. I want you to promote this technology in all the places near the sea in Novgorod, and then bid to buy salted fish from these fishermen. Lord Gavrila, the opportunity to take off is right in front of you.
Let’s see if we can catch it.”
"Yes! Yes! I'll do it right away!"
Gavrila responded excitedly that he had been working hard to cheer up Novgorod for so many years.
Now that the opportunity was right in front of him, how could he not be excited, but then he was stopped by Rostislav.
"Wait, wait, not now." Rostislav's words were filled with helplessness unconsciously, "We still have something to discuss."
"Yes, my lord, please tell me!"
Gavrila said immediately, with such a positive attitude that Rostislav felt ashamed.
"It's like this. When our salted fish business gains strength, I plan to use this as capital to establish a trade alliance across the Baltic Sea and the North Sea."
The ambition deep in the mayor of Novgorod's heart was suddenly touched. Could it be... It seems that Mr. Rostislav thinks much further than him...
"Form an alliance based on trading cities. Alliance members will enjoy preferential tariffs, mutual trade assistance, and even joint attacks... Sir Gavrila, what do you think of the prospects of this idea?"
If Rostislav was very calm when he said these words, then at Gavrila's place, he was almost about to take off. How could he not understand the meaning contained in every word of the Prince of Moscow?
But excitement was excitement, but reason was still there. Then Gavrila forced himself to calm down. He thought for a while and discovered a key.
"The alliance must be feasible. If this alliance takes shape, then a super trade alliance will emerge, and we want to occupy a dominant position in it. Lord Rostislav, we need a strong merchant fleet."
"Yes, yes, my friend, you have discovered the key.
"Rostislav was very happy to hear this, and he also believed that this was the key.
"I have recruited some Russian pirates, but our navy cannot rely on these people. I plan to use Ivangorod as our production center and military port, and build a large fleet here, so the mayor, Novgorod's support
It can’t be cut off.”
"Yes, I will fully support the development of Ivangorod, Rostislav, there will be no problems in the future!"
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