Follow General Cao to mix the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 40 Old Immortal

After making two investments successively, Mr. Cao's Bafu business suffered a small loss, and Wang Hou saw some profit in the second farm tool business.

In the last days of the Han Dynasty, in addition to the most valuable food, iron has the highest gold content. After all, only cold weapons can ensure that you can safely eat the hot food produced in your field, and the value of agricultural tools is second. There are no hoes, shovels and iron plows. You can't produce food, and no matter how much land you have, you can only drink the northwest wind.

Moreover, compared to the low-quality pig iron farm tools that broke in a single bite last time, Wang Hou's steel farm tools are more sought-after in the market. In front of these heavy iron guys, even Hongnong Yang, who has a deep relationship with him, can bow his head.

This one is former Taiwei Yang Biao, and the back door of Yang Xiu's father's mansion, a young servant who lived not far from Wang Hou. A few large ox carts from the Wang Mansion parked there stealthily, and a dozen Wang Ganzi seemed to be thieves. Like that, he crept into the small back door with a large bundle of straw-bound farm implements, and when he came out, each of them carried a box full of the hard currency of this era, silk brocade.

After tossing back and forth like this for more than half an hour, several large carts were transported cleanly, and a total of more than [-] boxes were carried out back and forth.

After the transaction was completed, the king's pole was still going back to check the number. Unexpectedly, the gate of Yang's mansion was closed tightly like a god of plague. Intimate contact, this came down ruthlessly, the 1.8-meter-long man was full of tears and squatted on the ground. After a long time, he swayed back sadly with his blood in his hand, and clasped his fist at Wang Hou, with a naive voice. clasped fists.

"Master! The transaction is over!"

This business is really profitable. Nowadays, steel in the whole society is inclined towards war, and metal products are absolutely in short supply. The Yang family made a big fortune and sold a total of 450 hoes, [-] steel shovels, and [-] more. Steel plows were exchanged for more than [-] bolts of silk, which were distributed evenly, and four hoes weighing about two catties were exchanged for one bolt of silk.

Although it is not silk, but according to the current market in Xudu, a piece of silk can be exchanged for Qianyiguan, a stone of corn or a stone of wheat for six or seven buckets, and converted to capital, thanks to technology, the coal is dug by oneself , The mine was pried on the mountain, and Wang Hou paid nothing more than some black-faced and white-faced steamed buns. The cost of iron-making for a month can be 150 shi wheat.

Three hundred percent profit!

It's just that watching his servants happily carrying the cloth boxes on the carriage, Wang Hou is still a little unhappy, and he has no intention of comforting his loyal servant. After listening to Wang Ganzi's report, he is just lazy. With a cry, he immediately turned over and stepped onto the bullock cart by himself.

Now that he has a bad reputation in Xudu City, he took his servants all the way back to the mansion through the alleys. Just after entering the door, Cao Hongjie greeted him in a hurry, with a small face flushed with excitement, shouting hastily.

"Hurry up! I've made a deal with Hong'er from Xiahou's mansion! The Xizhuang of Xiahou's family will also buy hoes and steel shovels, at least a thousand!"

It's a good thing to have a business visit, but her words just hit Wang Hou's pain point. The pain was as if a lot of silk flew away from her eyes. Pat thighs.

"My lady! Out of stock!"

It’s no wonder that the ancient emperors had to dig a big hole for a long time to build a mausoleum, which was a waste of time and money. Tens of millions of people went to battle for several years and ten years. In later generations, a mountain was leveled. Arching for a week is enough to change the landscape, but in this era, workers need to use chisels to dig small pieces on the mountain.

The iron ore that Wang Hou found was not a rich iron ore. The weathered and peeled natural ore was useless for the first iron smelting. Fortunately, there were a batch of strong new steel tools that could continue to dig. That’s the case, and 96 were transferred. When the strong man went to mine, he dug out more than 1 kilograms of ore in a month, and could smelt about [-] kilograms of steel. The product is cleared.

There is a market, and there is Cao Hongjie, an excellent salesman who runs errands by virtue of his familiarity everywhere, but the production capacity cannot keep up. This is probably the saddest thing in life!

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In the afternoon, Funiu Valley.

Now Cao Hongjie has become a frequent visitor to this dirty and messy small mine. I really don’t know why she, a little girl, loves to dance with knives and guns so much. This Wang Yuanwang blacksmith got his wish, waving the hammer Banging and smashing a sword embryo, the girl was gesticulating, as if she was the master.

If it is to build armor and swords, it is estimated that the profit can be doubled several times. After all, Wang Hou has stood on the shoulders of giants for more than 1000 years. It can hang the weapons and armors of the same era, but I really dare not take them out.

He didn't dare to increase the height of the product, and Wang Hou didn't dare to increase the scale. He brought back about [-] old, weak, sick and disabled. Add a few hundred more strong men, don't you just label yourself treasonable?Although now is the time when Mr. Cao can use him, but three people become tigers, and the most unreliable thing is the human heart. God knows what day and hour Mr. Cao will be in such a bad mood, and his little life will be over again. Don’t you see that in history? How did Han Fu and Yang Xiu die?So if you can stop Wang Hou, you have to stop as much as possible.

If it doesn't work, then Xiao Fu will be safe.

Listless, listening to the sound of tinkling irons, basking in the rare winter sun, Wang Houyou's eyes narrowed, and he was about to fall asleep in a daze, but at this time, a burst of fierce horseshoes suddenly sounded It shook on the mountain road, before Wang Hou could react!A burst of snow scum had already been thrown by the war horse, his face was covered with cold, and he lost all sleepiness in an instant, his face was thrown down, and the king was so strange that he plucked onions from the dry land and collapsed. Revenge, getting off the horse, Guo Jia rushed to the front in excitement, and grabbed his collar with his hand.

"Let's go! Let's go! Don't you want an alchemist? The blessing has arrived! This time, a living god has really come!"

It was the first time that Guo Jia was so obsessed and lost his composure. Before Wang Hou could react, he had already dragged him to the side of the horse, pushed him onto the horse, and followed this guy like he had been beaten with chicken blood. , flicking the horse's rein in front of him, that enthusiasm, just like Yuan Shaojun's fight to Xudu, wanting to go out desperately, poor Wang Houjue didn't understand, pulling the horse's rein, his big tongue in the cold wind seemed to come out.

It's not over yet, before they ran far, there was another scolding sound from behind, Wang Hou knew without turning his head, there was such a lively event! That girl Cao Hongjie definitely didn't even want the big sword, and she had to follow up with great interest.

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Guo Jia's news is really well-informed. The place where the Great God passed by was Changshe, which was the place where Huangpu Songhuo attacked the main force of the Yellow Turban Army. It was not close to Xudu. arrived.

However, this trip was really worth it. Changshe County, which had experienced wars and had also declined, Wang Hou actually encountered a long-lost crowd when the time came. Tens of thousands of people surrounded the burning and dark city of Changshe County, and it was not only the rural fools who crowded here, many scholars from the gentry crowded here.This Guo Jia is one of them, and it is also a typical example.

Looking at the crowd from a distance, Wang Hou was so frightened that he clicked his tongue, pulling the rein of the horse and throwing it aside, Guo Jia, who was about to dive in.

"Brother Feng Xiao, wait a minute, what the hell is going on? Could it be the Yellow Turban Bandits making trouble again?"

In future generations, sometimes relatives and friends can’t trust you, and they may take you into the pit of pyramid schemes. Although Guo Jia’s evaluation was quite high in history, a shiny thing can be smashed by yourself. Now Mr. Cao suddenly threw away his robe Wang Hou believed that he was a woman, and his mother and daughter said not to go to crowded places. Seeing these groups of villagers crowding in like mindless fanatics rushing to the concert, Wang Hou hurried Pulling Guo Jiayi by the collar, he asked.

"This is the transit of Yu Jiyu, an old immortal. Back then, he wrote the "Taiping Jing" and presented it to Emperor Shun. Now he has lived for more than a hundred years! He is recognized as a living immortal! You can rest assured!"

Pulling his neck back, Guo Jia yelled impatiently, but seeing him behave like Ji Taimei's fanatical fan, with his head poked in, Wang Hou felt even more worried.

It's a pity that he wanted to back down and walk back, but he couldn't stand Cao Hongjie, who was eager to watch the excitement behind him, watching him look like a blind man, Gu Yong Gu Yong was moving back and forth, this girl still squeezed him, a good-for-nothing, because there were too many people When he came out, without even asking a word, Cao Hongjie's small head was directly pressed against Wang Hou's back, and the barbarian pushed him straight and arched inward.

"Ouch! Don't push it! I'm sorry to let it go, my girlfriend is in a hurry to ask Ximai! Little girl, don't push it! Ouch! I'm sorry, big brother!"

Unable to stop the car, Wang Hou's mournful shouts sounded along the road, and he threw the horse and guards outside, and the three of them actually fought their way through the crowd and hurried in.

Not to mention, there is really a fairy style in it. An old Taoist priest with a long beard and white beard is sitting cross-legged under the big locust tree at the gate of Changshe County, looking at the wrinkles on his face. There is this bearded and white-haired guy, the old guy is definitely not young in age, but his body is handsome, his waist is not bent, his eyes are not dazzled, his body is not thin, and his body shape can catch up with a man in his 40s and [-]s. , he is definitely the image spokesperson of a certain health care product.

The aura of the boss also has to be supported by the younger brothers. Beside the old fairy, two Taoist priests with dark hair, but they should be a little older, also meditate cross-legged, and several little Taoist boys in their teens or even a few years old are sitting in meditation. He was busy burning a big black pot, and there was a bitter smell in the pot.

The scene was still a scene of gods saving lives. There was a young man lying on the cold ground, probably suffering from a cold or something. He was wrapped in a big quilt and kept swinging in the cold wind. The one next to him was aged. The woman should be his mother, and she knelt on the ground and begged bitterly. Seeing this scene, Guo Jia turned her head in excitement without compassion, and yelled at Wang Hou.

"Blessing is here. I only heard about the old fairy Yu's water talisman to save people before, but now I can finally see it with my own eyes. I really understand it!"

You'll have to drink yourself into a god sooner or later!
Speechlessly watching the thousands of people crowded in front staring at the old man with the white beard while their necks were like geese, Wang Hou also narrowed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)