Follow General Cao to mix the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 37
This time, Wang Hou took the business and stole the business from the grand master Dong Cheng. The charcoal fire that was originally used for heating the 1 Xudu soldiers in the Bafu in winter was changed from Dong Cheng's Royal Tight Garden to Wang Hou's honeycomb coal. The project funds of the era were called annual rewards, but it was also reduced from the annual reward of [-] shi of corn a year to [-] shi of wheat a month.

Moreover, Party A’s father also added an extra overlord clause. Prime Minister Cao allocated three thousand shi of wheat to Wang Hou every month, but every month he had to prepare steamed buns made of two thousand shi of wheat for Mr. Cao, and he had to return the wheat bran. Give him back to feed the army horses.

The reason why wheat is not popular these days is because making flour is too troublesome. Good guy, with a little income, he has to allocate more than 1000 women to work for Boss Cao every month. The income of Qianshi Wheat is barely enough to be consumed, and he also allocated additional resources to build infrastructure such as windmills and mills, so he did not lose this list, but he earned really little.

The sound of splashing is like a big river rushing up the hill, but in fact it is hundreds of women holding dustpans and constantly sifting the wheat bran in the flour, and a group of old men are collecting the wheat bran with brooms. These refugees are also pitiful. The vassals have been under Wang Hou for almost two months, and they haven’t had a good day. Now there are still many people who have to live in the straw piles in the middle of the night, and they have no expectations for life. Seeing Wang Hou holding the mustache growing on his chin, everyone was in a daze, without even raising their heads.

In the distance, not far away, there are more than [-] old faces with blackened faces. The bricks and the cement men are equally weak. It is really unfair. They have worked hard to build a big windmill and grind white flour. Come, but what I ate was the black-faced steamed buns that made my throat hurt.

In fact, not only they were troubled, but Wang Hou himself was also very troubled. Not to mention the profit this time, he also cut off an important source of income from the imperial relative Dong Taishi's family, which is equivalent to offending a group of idle gentry to death.

Although Wang Hou didn't have a good reputation in the gentry circle before, at least there was no fatal conflict of interest, and he would stab you in the back a little bit when he was free, unlike now, who is completely red-eyed and picks up the knife I have worked hard with you, and I learned from Cao Hongjie, a little spy, that just yesterday, Prince Dong Cheng, Fu Zhongji, and more than a dozen important officials jointly impeached himself in front of Mr. Run amok and occupy civilian women or something.

One of the charges was that he had obtained the "Huang Tian Book" written by the great virtuous teacher Zhang Jiao, and that digging coal on the mountain was to practice black magic and conspire to rebel.

This imagination!Future generations will be blind if they don’t write fantasy novels!

Fortunately, on the one hand, Mr. Cao planted a spy by his side. Others don’t mention it, Cao Hongjie is the biggest spy. If she makes something by herself, she will go to Cao Cao’s place to report, and the surveillance is thorough. Cao Cao treats herself Still feel relieved.

On the other hand, he works!
In the spring of next year, President Cao is about to order his servants to shoot Pei Mao to crusade against Guanzhong and wipe out a group of rebellious officials and thieves such as Li Jue and Guo Si. Now, the steamed buns for the past few months are to prepare military rations for Pei Mao's department. No one can turn the wheat that feeds horses into dry food for men.

But the sense of crisis is still serious and permeates his heart. He, a time traveler, has sympathy for the strength of the aristocratic family at the end of the Han Dynasty. Now, let alone comparing them together, he is only a side hall of the Wang family of Taiyuan, the prince of Xudu, and the number of fertile fields. Ten thousand, tens of thousands of servants, he, Wang Hou, is a small ant.

Now he lives comfortably because of the word useful. If he doesn't quickly find a way to become stronger, in case one day he is useless, God knows that Cao will not come to kill the grain officer to stabilize the morale of the army, and use his own head to calm down The resentment of the gentry.

Another girl is Cao Hongjie. Is she the adopted daughter of President Cao?The niece of a relative?or something?Asked her, she didn't say anything, Lushui and his wife did it, after several times, Cao Cao still didn't intend to marry her to him.

The relationship between the two of them can't be said to be particularly strong, but Wang Hou knows that if this silly girl marries someone else, he will definitely be very unhappy, so Mr. Cao's attitude makes him feel like he's in a tizzy. You have to improve your status to be worthy of this girl.

But how to improve it?

Liu Bei relied on the signboard of his uncle with straw sandals, Guo Jia relied on his bad intentions, and Guan Yu, the second master of Guan, was favored by Mr. Cao half because of his martial arts and half because of his integrity. What is rising?
Walking in deep thought, before he knew it, he came to the pile of coal again. The coal surface was picked out to make honeycomb coal, and the shiny large coal pieces were left there.

Looking straight at the shiny coals, Wang Hou suddenly slapped his thigh.

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In the evil feudal era, when the feudal landlord opened his mouth, his servants broke their legs. When Wang Hou said something on a whim, Wang Ganzi, Wang Ni, and the others were busy hitting the back of their heads again.

Needless to say, the construction level of the large earthen stove in the Wangfu is getting higher and higher in the process of tempering. The inside is built with bricks and the outside is made of cement. A large gourd with a flat mouth popped out in Wang Hou's mountain manor in one afternoon.

It's just that while the servants were adding ingredients, Wang Ganzi was speechless. Isn't his master in a hurry?
The entire furnace is separated into two parts, the upper part is thrown in lumps of coal that have been dug out and thrown aside, and the lower part is newly tempered briquettes and some large coal lumps, which are laid in a thick layer.

Coal smelting iron, this era has come, coal coal smelting?It's really unheard of, isn't this enough to keep you full?Seeing that Wang Hou was still directing the loading with great interest, Banlazhong's servant, whose brain cells might not be as heavy as biceps, couldn't help muttering beside him.

"My lord, what are you doing all this time? If you burn the charcoal at the bottom, can you still burn the charcoal at the top?"

"This thing can't hit a big knife!"

"I don't know!"

Seeing this guy nodding his head like a curious baby, Wang Hou was very proud of himself.

"That's why I am the master! You are the captain of the servant!"

yeah? ? ?
In a word, Wang Ganzi is even more confused. If it weren't for Chen Deng and Chen Gong, his father and son would have transformed from the housekeepers of the Chen family to the housekeepers of the palace?Could it be that if this thing is burned, it can burn Chen Gonglai?

But no matter how curious Wang Ganzi was, under Wang Hou's order, a handful of lit firewood was stuffed into the hearth below, and suddenly, in the dark evening, the coal fire burned with dancing red flames.

The burning lasted overnight, and an unpleasant smell of sulfides gushed out along the mountain wind, making people cry. If future generations of environmental protection organizations see this scene, they will definitely be on Wang Hou's forehead Stamped with a big red seal.

In the early morning of the next day, the thick coal seam was burnt to slag ash. Wang Hou, who slept comfortably all night on the kang in the lee, wandered out like a dog with his own gang of dog legs, and watched with everyone. The stove looked like a termite nest, and Wang Hou waved his hand in a happy mood.

"Come on! Take it apart!"

Full of curiosity to see if he could train a Chen Gonglai, Wang Ganzi put up the ladder with great interest, and was the first to pull down the still hot kiln bricks. Under the scraping, there are many people and strong strength. With the sound of clattering, most of the big furnace was scraped off in less than a few minutes, but what disappointed Wang Ganzi was that the big coal lumps piled up like sweet potatoes seemed to be taken away by others. Burnt and tarnished, nothing seemed to change.

Before Wang Ganzi recovered from his disappointment, Wang Hou waved his big hand again, which made him vomit blood: "Where is the blacksmith! Come on! Build two more iron-smelting stoves for the Patriarch!"

Toss!
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In later generations Xuchang was a province rich in minerals, especially iron ore, which is the most abundant mineral in the earth’s crust. Wang Hou found a small iron mine not far from his mountain fief, and the cliffs were black and red, containing The amount of iron seems to be quite rich.

The only bad thing is that this thing is too fucking strong!Aiming at a gap, Wang Ganzi inserted a shovel into it, clicked and pried it, but the iron ore did not fall down, and the pig iron shovel with a lot of impurities was the first to break.

Wang Hou never worked in a mine in his later generations, but when he was a child, he watched the excitement and saw the explosive mountain, and looked at the solid mine, Wang Hou grinned sadly.

"Wouldn't it be nice to have a bundle of dynamite!"

"Sir, what kind of explosives are you?"

Wang Ganzi's humbly asking for advice was directly ignored by some unscrupulous patriarch. He looked around listlessly and pointed to the cliff bottom slope covered in thick snow. This guy waved his hand full of leadership .

"Come on! Sweep out this piece of land for Master Ben, and let Wang Tiehammer give Master all the iron ore and I will move it back!"

The leader speaks out, and the employees run away!Seeing Wang Hou walk back leisurely step by step with narrow sleeves on his back, and looking at the pile of rocks at the bottom of the cliff several centimeters thick in the ice and snow, Wang Ganzi almost vomited blood again.

"Toss!"

It's a pity that if people work and get jobs, the leader's orders must be carried out no matter how unreasonable they are. They went back and called more than 100 people, and moved back to a large iron ore mine to offer a reward for a white flour steamed bun. A group of men gritted their teeth and took it. The stick and crowbar slammed under the iron ore cliff, and it was ten o'clock in the evening, and finally got back several hundred catties of iron ore for Wang Hou.

When working on this coal mine, in order for Wang Hou to form a tribal army, Mr. Cao gave him ten official slave blacksmiths of the smelting department under the overlord's mansion. Now it will come in handy. Groups of five, and then recruit Dozens of strong men worked together, and within a day, Wang Houyao's two iron-making furnaces were also built. The iron-making technology in ancient China was quite good. The small blast furnaces in the early days of indigenous steelmaking are almost the same, and standing there is also majestic.

But amidst the uneasiness of Wang Hammer, the chief blacksmith of the palace, his master was circling around the stove with his teeth bared, as if extremely dissatisfied.

"I always feel like something is missing!"

　I have worked for nine days, but today I was copied, sad reminder...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)