Follow General Cao to mix the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 174 The Prospects Are Bright

The whole of [-] AD, the second half of the year is not like this chaotic world at the end of Han Dynasty. All major forces are stable, as if they suddenly believed in Buddha. It is rare that they have not fought a battle. The only shocking news , that is, Sun Ce, the little overlord of Jiangdong, died!
Sometimes life really is life!In this time and space, there is no incident of Yu Ji Suo Ming, a demon priest!Yu Laodao is now staying in Xudu well, and pretending to be a ghost to apply medicines everywhere. By the way, he also serves as a pharmacy teacher at Wang Clan School, passing on his pharmacy knowledge systematically and professionally.

But there was no conflict with Yu Ji Laodao, Sun Ce died as usual, and lived a good life as the lord. But, going in and out of a row of black-clothed bodyguards does not show off, insisting on pretending to be Robin Hood in the wild, pursuing freedom alone , Good guy, a few assassins took him out of Jiangdong Xiaobawang.

However, Sun Ce's death is also inseparable from Mr. Cao. When the battle of Guandu was in full swing, Sun Ce once planned to gather the Sun family's troops and march northward to Xudu. He also wanted to get a foot in the Central Plains. When the fight is a lose-lose situation, a snipe and clam will fight and the fisherman will gain.

But who the hell knows that Yuan Shao was defeated all at once, the defeat was so miserable that the whole army was wiped out, Cao Zong won and at the same time recruited more than 20 generals from Hebei, including Gao Lan and Zhang Yun, and his strength was more than 1. All of a sudden, Sun Ce's dream of the Central Plains was cut off, and his grand ambitions and hegemony were all in vain. Coupled with the injury, Sun Ce would kick his legs and braids whenever he couldn't think about it.

However, his death indirectly led to the formation of Sun Wu. The successor Sun Quan retreated and no longer focused on the Central Plains. He turned his head to manage Wu County and attacked the Shanyue people in the south, which expanded China's influence to later generations. Zhejiang and Fujian areas.

Sun Wu in the south is stable, and Yuan Shao in the north is also licking his wounds, so Wang Hou's life in Dongjun will be much more nourishing.

Wang Hou also created a miracle, none of the 8 captives escaped throughout the winter. It seems that the attraction of marrying a wife is the same whether it is at the end of the Han Dynasty or later generations!In order to be a bed warmer, nearly 860 old men get up earlier than chickens, sleep later than cows and mules, and work hard like old scalpers. With their efforts, the north and south of Dongjun are close to the Yellow River and Jishui. In the fertile plains, more than [-] million mu of winter wheat has grown lushly.

And this year God is looking for extra care!You must know that winter wheat grows slowly. In the cold winter months, wheat does not grow leaves, and nutrients are mainly distributed to long stems. Therefore, as long as the temperature is not lower than minus [-] degrees in winter, it is safe. When new sprouts start to head, winter wheat is no longer frost-resistant.

After the new year, Wang Hou looked at the weather in fear every day, and lived up to his high expectations. On the [-]th of February, Jishui had already thawed first. It's a done deal.

These days, food is wealth, and it is GDP. Now Wang Hou can be sure, and in half a month, his Dongjun chickens will rise rapidly.

Zhen Cheng, the small building of the company, if an outsider came in, he might wonder if there was a rat, because the whole building was filled with the sound of crackling abacus beads, a "big company" with more than 8 people, accounting alone Eighty people, when the harvest is approaching, they have to calculate the food needed by their respective brigades, replace the damaged sickles, farm tools, and when planting in autumn, the extensive agriculture directly scatter the seeds in the ground and bury them, and then carry them to the hoes every day It’s enough to keep a big tongue like Mundo to prevent birds from stealing food, but in the spring harvest, 8 people occupy nearly 800 million mu of land, and there is definitely not enough manpower. Calculate the money.

It is also fortunate that Wang Hou crossed the Arabic numerals and the account books of later generations. If it were not for the bamboo slips carved with a knife in the tradition of the Han Empire, accountants from aristocratic families would probably hang themselves.

Wang Hou, on the other hand, lived a happy life as a "big capitalist". He didn't even need to worry about grain sales. The 30-odd shareholders solved it by themselves. Hold a meeting, talk a lot of saliva, and take everyone to enjoy the future. The subordinates are as busy as a grandson, and he is idle at the top. A cup of tea and a newspaper, one day passes , the days are leisurely.

Blowing on the hot tea, Wang Houmei happily calculated his small account book.

860 million mu of fertile fields in the alluvial plain, even if one acre of land produces only one shi, that is 860 million shi of wheat. Moreover, according to the current rising trend, at least one and a half shi. Cao will lend him 30 shi in winter After harvesting, he can pay back 500 million shi in one breath, and even the capital and profit can't support him. Sitting on the desk, Wang Hou can even meet Cao Cao with a silly face like a country bumpkin showing his big teeth .

The remaining 500 million shi, according to the dividends of the shares, Wang Hou can divide at least 70 million shi, excluding the cost of transportation, milling, and sales, and the hundreds of thousands of money invested in winter, it can be paid back this year. Ben.

Puyang City is in spring, and it can welcome a large number of business groups from east, west, north and south. Well salt from Pudong County and iron pots and ironware from Funiu Mountain, it should be easy to make tens of thousands of guan.

And this year there is another highlight, cotton!
Digged Mr. Cao's garden. Last year he harvested a batch of cottonseeds, and he will plant them again this year. The cotton bolls will be harvested in autumn, and the cotton coats will be on the market this winter!This thing is the only piece of scorpion shit. Using the scientific name of later American economists, it is called the monopoly organization big tractor machine. According to the current cloth price, there must be dozens of dollars a year without a million. Wan Guan.

Even in this era, cloth itself is currency, and growing cotton is directly opening a money printing field.

The only thing that bothers Wang Hou is that although cotton doesn’t choose land, it still needs a lot of idle land. Although there is land in Dongjun under his command, the old labor resources are close to exhaustion, and Dongjun is fertile. It is a pity to grow cotton on the land!
Where to open this cotton production base?
With a creak, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and Cao Hongjie, the first girl to eat crabs, came in wearing a small cotton padded jacket woven and dyed by her own. Compared with the wide-sleeved skirts of this era, Wang Hou designed it herself. The cuffs and placket of the cotton dress are narrowed down a bit. The pink cuffs, the hem of the skirt, and the coffee-yellow top completely outline this girl's exquisite figure. Every time Wang Hou looks at it, he can't help but straighten his eyes. .

"What are you looking at, it's not like you haven't seen it!"

It's something to be proud of to be so obsessed with her husband. Standing at the desk by chance, Cao Xiaoniu was also a little shy when she was stared at, and hummed in an angry look on purpose.

"You should design the skirt a little shorter, just to reach the thighs, and then wear skin-colored leggings, so that you can fully show your figure, madam!"

The skirt reaches the knees, this era is absolutely bold, and the skirt is only left to the thighs. Thinking of myself wearing a miniskirt, slender legs wrapped in leggings, and the shape of the legs are fully exposed, Cao Hongjie is almost the same Not ashamed to death, the little fist hit Wang Hou's head angrily, rolled his eyes angrily and cursed.

"Sex ruffian!"

"It's not exposed, I'll design it when I get back tonight, let's try it!"

Covering her head, Wang Hou pleaded with a pitiful look on purpose, seeing that Cao Hongjie's little face was burning again, she was really afraid that her heart would soften, so she agreed to this shameful person's request, and quickly changed the topic .

"Stop making trouble! Xu Du is here as an envoy, the prime minister invites you to leave today, and Xu will have an important meeting!"

"Okay! Nothing good happened again!"

Clutching his head, Wang Hou's face suddenly turned into a bitter gourd.

(End of this chapter)