Follow General Cao to mix the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 5: If you want to install it, you have to install it big

Wang Hou's first impression of this era is no longer that he is backward, but that there are too few people.

Departing from Shouchun, which is the later Yangzhou City, to Qiaojun, which is the later Bozhou, Anhui Province, the distance is almost 400 kilometers. Wang Hou and his party drove for ten days. The first five days were in Yangzhou, hundreds of miles away. No one was there, and it wasn't until they entered the territory of Qiao County that they saw a little bit of human habitation.

Even Qiao County, Prime Minister Cao’s hometown, is not much stronger. Now that it’s close to the autumn harvest, most of the fields on both sides of the official road are barren, and almost five or six of every ten villages passing by are barren and abandoned. The severe injuries caused by the Yellow Turban Uprising have not yet healed, but the more brutal warlord melee is coming again.

This apocalyptic atmosphere really hits the face.

But for the time being, Wang Hou is not in the mood to worry about the country and the people. His own head is still dangling on his shoulders.

Leaving the massacred Ping'e County, he suffered from headaches for several days. Although he was still not sure who was so vicious and slaughtered the entire county company officials and people, Wang Hou thought more and more. Fa affirmation, Boss Cao must have known about it in advance.

Under such circumstances, Cao Cao could think highly of him so much that he dispatched fifty tiger and leopard cavalry to follow him. It must not be just for the mere five thousand shi of food that could no longer determine the situation of the battle.

Whether or not he can handle this errand is related to whether he can put his head on his shoulders and continue to eat when he comes back. His life is at stake, forcing Wang Hou to hit his head on the ground. The college entrance examination has never been so exhausting. His brain cells were spinning desperately, and he could be considered to have made a preliminary plan.

As expected of Boss Cao’s hometown, Qiao County has been well preserved in this troubled world. Even in the year of severe drought affecting the Huaihe River and the Huaihe River, the surrounding area of ​​the county is still green and shaded, but it’s not the wheat that Wang Hou is familiar with. Or rice, but a slightly low, golden-yellow crop that looks like small round balls tied together on the ears of rice, and farmers are relatively leisurely lying on the edge of the rice field and dozing off.

Xiao Niangpao is worthy of being the person next to Boss Cao. She didn't enter the county government office, and directly led the team to live in the Cao's big manor outside Qiao County.

This is a typical feudal manor. The big house is located on the edge of a river, radiating from here, all of which have large tracts of land, with several tenant villages dotted among them, but it is also sparsely populated at the moment, because most of the men are I went to conquer Yuan Shu with Boss Cao, and when I saw an army returning, the old and the weak and women gathered in twos and threes, looking forward to the side of the road, but unfortunately, the scale of less than 50 people made most people Returning disappointed, and unwilling to give up, he cautiously approached the team to inquire about the news of his man.

Here Cao Hongjie is surprisingly tolerant, even if a tiger or leopard rides occasionally to stop and whisper a few words, she still pretends not to see it.

The manor is not as luxurious as Wang Hou imagined. There are a little more houses, but they are all the straw houses in the countryside decades ago when he traveled through. It is a stable. There is a large school yard to the east, and there is a blacksmith's shop next to it, burning black smoke into the air. The back house is a little better, just a few big tile-roofed houses.

After returning here, the little girl seemed to be a lot more relaxed. She murmured a few words with the steward at the door, and then led the people in. The tiger and leopard riders went to the stables to tie up the horses familiarly, and Wang Hou was placed in the middle. Wing.

But as soon as he got back to the house and took off his heavy armor, the door suddenly opened with a bang. Subconsciously, Cao Hongjie covered his chest with his left hand, and with a clatter of his right hand, he pulled out the ring knife and pointed at it. Wang Hou was so frightened that he hurried One staggered back and waved his hands hastily.

"it's me!"

"Who let you in?"

"There must be an imperial decree in Prime Minister Cao's old house! Hurry up and find one or two for me, hurry up!"

Before the little girl could get angry, Wang Hou yelled with sweat on his forehead, this request was so weird, Cao Hongjie couldn't help being surprised when he heard it, he even forgot to get angry, and asked in amazement.

"What do you want the edict for?"

"Don't worry about it! Do you want to complete the task of the prime minister and get the food?"

"Damn corrupt officials! Return stolen goods and return so many bad things!"

Needless to say, this tactic of coercion is really easy to use. After cursing, A has only unloaded half of it and put on a piece of clothing. The little girl went out depressed and hurriedly. She was very efficient in handling things. She rummaged through the imperial decree made of khaki silk, threw it on the table with a clatter, and said casually, "Hey, the imperial decree you want."

The decline of the Han court is also revealed from this. When the court was strong, who would dare to treat the imperial decree so roughly?
This thing is obviously very different from the bright yellow edict in the TV series. First of all, the fabric is earthy yellow, and the outside is the extremely simple dragon-shaped pattern in the Qin and Han Dynasties, with cloud patterns embroidered on the side, but thanks to Cai Lun, push it away The scroll is filled with fine paper made of mulberry silk, and what is written inside is no longer seal script, but traditional official script, which has gradually become the mainstream.

In the curious eyes of the little girl, Wang Hou made a movement that made her vomit blood in the next second, grabbed the inner lining with the content of the imperial decree, and tore it off with a bang.

"This is an imperial decree! What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

"Do you want food!"

This sentence is still very effective, Cao Hongjie's face was flushed, and Cao Hongjie's small face was flushed, and his strong little fist was shaken for a long time before he retracted it sadly.

"Waiting to recover the dirty food!"

"Go again, find me a carrot, a knife, and an old pedant who can write!"

He really treated himself like a servant. Seeing Wang Hou holding up the torn imperial decree and frowning tightly, resisting the urge to hit his one-eyed blue with an electric cannon, he finally went out again sadly.

Once again, the radish and the knife were found again, but the old pedant did not arrive. Seeing Wang Hou's dissatisfied eyes, the little girl pointed at herself with a proud thumb: "Thank you, you are still a civil servant. If you can’t write, don’t you just write? This general is competent, what do you want to write?”

"Oh, copy down the first half of this edict first, and I'll tell you the rest!"

The knife clicked everything, and the radish was cut in two. In Cao Hongjie's urge to vomit blood, he grabbed the torn imperial decree lining paper, and Wang Hou tore it into two pieces at once. He frowned and gestured at the carrot.

I was really afraid of looking at him a few more times to get angry because of irregular menstruation, his chest heaved violently, and he grabbed the first half of the imperial edict suddenly, and Cao Hongjie started to splash ink with his brush.

Male and "male" match, work is not tiring..., uh, anyway, from busy work in the afternoon to holding lamps at night, both of them have completed the work at hand. Under Cao Hongjie's weird eyes, Wang Hou is holding a seal carved from a radish, yes With her forged imperial decree, she slapped it down heavily, and several bright red seals, which were much uglier than the original, suddenly appeared on the paper.

In this newly created imperial decree, Wang Hou promoted himself to an official position, from his seven-rank sesame official, Cang Rong, to almost five-rank Huangmen master book, and from a local sesame official to a capital cadre. It is very shameless to apply the words of praise that Mr. Cao was promoted to Sima by the imperial court. The meaning of the whole imperial decree is that the emperor saw that Wang Hou was a talent, so he was elected as the imperial envoy to appease Xuzhou instead of the emperor.

Forging an imperial decree was a serious crime in ancient times for ransacking homes and destroying families. Seeing Wang Hou drying up the ink stains and pasting them on the outer yellow silk as a new inner paper with paste, Cao Hongjie shook his head helplessly.

"No wonder you dare to embezzle military rations! You dare to do such a reckless thing, you really deserve to die!"

Please, it's obvious that your boss, Mr. Cao, ran out of military rations, and asked me to use a small bucket to supply food. When the big guy is dissatisfied, he will trick me again and put the crime of corruption on me, okay?Thinking of this matter made him angry, Wang Hou rolled his eyes angrily.

"Hey! Don't forget that you forged this decree, and if you want to destroy the family, we should destroy the family together, okay?"

"You bastard..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense, go and find me a better official robe, and what about Jierong, I heard that you have to hang a mink tail! Why are you staring, do you still want food?"

It was rare that Mr. Cao entrusted himself with a big task, resisting the urge to beat Wang Hou's head into a chamber pot, Cao Hongjie once again turned around and left the room sadly.

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After only resting for one night at Cao’s Manor in Qiao County, the Dirty Chasing Squad set out again, but this time, Wang Hou changed his shotgun. Cao Hongjie gritted his teeth on his messy, dirty and lice-grown hair. Zhong washed it clean, and helped him comb it into a neat bun like a scholar-bureaucrat, and used a sandalwood hairpin borrowed from Mr. Cao to put it in the small Wusha crown from the middle.The old warehouse official robes on his body were also thrown into an unknown corner, and he changed into a Beijing official robe with soap on the outside and a red ribbon on the inside. He washed his face clean, and combed his short mustache. A big sword was slung around his waist. Not to mention, his public face value has increased by several percentage points, and he is almost catching up with the supporting roles of No. [-] and No. [-] in TV dramas.

The spears in the hands of the cavalry were hung with a large banner with the word king written on it, and the neat left and right followers were holding sticks in their hands, and beside Wang Hou, who had a sable tail, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. Supporting the bosses and setting them off, the imperial envoys traveling from generation to generation will be full of momentum.

Wang Hou's original plan was to sneak into Xuzhou disguised as a business traveler, and borrow food from Chen Deng as Boss Cao, but the truth can be found in practice. What I have seen and heard these days, because of the fierce war, even the farmers have run away, let alone a business traveler. If I really pretended to be a business traveler and went to Xuzhou, I guess I wouldn't be directly chopped up by Lu Bu as a spy, and I wouldn't have to go back and let Cao Cao chop it up.I am an imperial envoy!Come to Xuzhou for the autumn wind!

Under Cao Hongjie's eyes are bright but her mouth is straight, Wang Hou's Jierong is pointing heavily at the east.

"Go!"

(End of this chapter)