This business Wang Hou took down, robbed the business of Taishi Dong Cheng, originally for the 30,000 generals of the Bafu Winter heating carbon fire from the original Dong Cheng's royal garden changed to Wang Hou's honeycomb coal, the project of this era is called the annual reward, but it is also from the annual reward of 12,000 stone corn a year to a thousand stone wheat a month.

Moreover, Party A's father also added an additional overlord clause, Prime Minister Cao Cheng allocated 3,000 stone wheat to him every month, but every month he had to prepare 2,000 stone wheat for Mr. Cao, and he had to return the wheat bran to him to feed the military horses.

The reason why wheat is not popular in these years is because flour making is too troublesome, good guy, a little income, every month he has to allocate more than 1,000 women to Cao Zong's day work, work has to eat, increase the income of this thousand stone wheat is barely able to consume, and he also allocated additional resources to build windmills and mills These infrastructures, so he did not lose this list, but he can earn really little.

The sound of the rattling is like a big river rushing up from the hills, 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 holding brooms to collect the wheat bran, saying that these refugees are also pitiful, the vassals have been under Wang Hou's hands for almost two months, and they have not had a good day, and now there are still many people who have to go to the straw pile in the middle of the night to live, and there is nothing to look forward to life. Didn't even lift his head.

In the distance, not far away, more than 30 old men with black faces, bricks and cement are also weak, it is really very unfair, they have worked hard to build a big windmill mill, hard work to grind out white noodles, but eat black noodles steamed buns with a throat.

In fact, not only they are distressed, but Wang Hou himself is also very distressed, not to mention the profit this time, not to mention, he also cut an important source of wealth for the imperial prince Dong Taishi's family, which is equivalent to offending a group of idle scholars to death.

Although Wang Hou didn't have a good reputation in the scholar circle before, there was no fatal conflict of interest, and people also had nothing to do to stab you in the back a little, unlike now, he was completely red-eyed and picked up a knife to fight with you, and learned from Cao Hongjie, a small spy, that just yesterday, Prince Dong Cheng and more than a dozen other important ministers jointly impeached himself in front of Mr. Cao, reporting that he was embezzling grain and illegally occupying people's daughters or something.

One of the charges was that he actually got the "Yellow Sky Book" of the great sage and mentor Zhang Jiao, and digging charcoal in the mountains was to practice witchcraft and conspire to rebel.

This imagination! Later 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 say it, Cao Hongjie's girl is the biggest spy, she made something by herself, she went to Cao Cao to report it, and Cao Cao was at ease with herself.

On the other hand, he is useful!

In the spring of next year, Mr. Cao is about to order Pei Mao to go to Guanzhong to destroy a group of rebellious ministers and thieves such as Li Dao Guo Yan.

But the sense of crisis is still serious in my heart, the strength of the late Han dynasty family, he is a traverser, but he is related, now he doesn't say that compared to them combined, only the Taiyuan Wang family is a side hall, the prince of Xudu, tens of thousands of good fields, and tens of thousands of slave clansmen, he Wang Hou is a little ant.

Now he lives comfortably because of the word useful, if he doesn't hurry up and find a way to be strong, in case he is useless one day, God knows if Mr. Cao will come again to kill the grain officer to stabilize the army's heart, and use his head to calm the resentment of the Shi clan.

There is also a girl named Cao Hongjie, who is the righteous daughter of Mr. Cao? A niece of a relative's family? Or something? When I asked her, she didn't say anything, the dew husband and wife did it, and after a few times, Cao Cao still didn't mean to marry her to himself.

The relationship between the two people is not particularly strong, but if this stupid girl marries someone else, Wang Hou knows that he will definitely be very unhappy, so Mr. Cao's attitude makes him feel fifteen buckets in his heart, and he has to improve his identity to be worthy of this girl.

But how?

Liu Bei relied on his straw sandals imperial uncle's signboard, the little white-faced Guo Jia relied on a bad heart, Guan Yu Guan Erye was favored by Mr. Cao half by virtue of martial arts, and half by virtue of loyalty and integrity, why did he rise Wang Hou?

Walking in thought, before he knew it, he had walked to the mountain of coal again, and the coal surface had been picked up to make honeycomb coal, and the large shiny coal pieces were left there.

His eyes looked straight at the shiny coals, and suddenly, Wang Hou slapped his thighs violently.

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In the evil feudal era, the feudal landlord opened his mouth, and the slaves below ran and broke their legs.

Not to mention, now the construction level of the palace's big earthen stove is getting higher and higher in the training, the brick inside is bricked, the outside is made of cement, and a big gourd with a flat mouth has emerged in Wang Hou's mountain manor in one afternoon.

It's just that the servant is adding material to it, and Wang Zhuzi is speechless, isn't his master idle and panicked?

The whole furnace is separated into two parts, and the top is to throw in the pieces of coal that have been dug out and thrown to the side, and at the bottom, there are newly practiced honeycomb coals, and some large coal blocks, which are laid in a thick layer.

Coal to iron, this era has, coal to coal? It's really unheard of, isn't this enough to hold up? Seeing that Wang Hou was still there directing the loading with interest, this half-lazhong servant whose brain cells might not be as heavy as his biceps couldn't help but mutter.

"Master, what are you tossing about? If the charcoal block at the bottom is burned upward, can you still burn the charcoal on the top? ”

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

"I don't know!"

Seeing that this product was like a curious baby with a straight head and melon seeds, Wang Hou sold Guan Zi proudly.

"That's what I'm the master! The reason why you're the captain of the house! ”

Yes???

In a word, Wang Zhuzi is even more confused, if it weren't for Chen Deng and Chen Gong, would his father and son be able to change from the housekeeper of the Chen family's courtyard to the housekeeper of the palace? Could it be that this thing can be burned to produce a Chen Gonglai?

However, no matter how curious Wang Pole was, at Wang Hou's order, a lit firewood was stuffed into the hearth below, and suddenly, in the dim evening, the coal fire burned with a beating red flame.

This burn is a night, a foul-smelling sulfide smell spews out along the mountain wind, smoking people's tears, if future generations of environmental protection organizations see this scene, it is estimated that Wang Hou's head will be stamped with a big red seal.

Early the next morning, the thick coal seam was burned into slag ash, and Wang Hou, who slept comfortably on the fire kang in the leeward place all night, also took his own group of dog legs out like a dog, looking at the stove like a big termite nest, Wang Hou was in a happy mood and slapped forward.

"Come on! Demolished! ”

Full of curiosity to see if he can practice a Chen Gonglai, Wang Gongzi is interested in putting up the ladder, the first to pull down the kiln bricks that are still hot, and the remaining Zhuang Ding who is with his palace is also pulling down with seven hands and eight feet, the strength of the people is great, and in the sound of sparse noise, most of the big furnace kiln was picked off in less than a few minutes, but to the disappointment of Wang Gongzi, the sweet potato is piled up with a large coal block full of cellars except for the fact that it seems to be scorched and loses its luster, it seems that nothing has changed.

Before Wang Pole could recover from his disappointment, Wang Hou waved his big hand that made him vomit blood: "Where is the blacksmith!" Come on! Build two more iron-making stoves for the master of the family on the side! ”

Toss!

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In later generations, Xuchang is a large mineral province, especially iron ore is still the most abundant mineral in the earth's crust, Wang Hou, a fiefdom in the mountains, not far from a small iron mine, directly a mountain cliff is black, red, black and red, and the iron content seems to be quite rich.

The only thing that's not good, it's so fucking sturdy! Looking at a gap, Wang Pole inserted a shovel into it, and with a click of a prie, the iron ore did not fall, and the pig iron shovel with a lot of impurities was the first to fold first.

Wang Hou never worked in the mine in his later life, but when he was a child, he watched the excitement and watched the bombing mountain, and looked at the sturdy mine, Wang Hou grinned sadly.

"It would be nice if there was a bundle of explosives!"

"Master, what kind of explosives are you?"

Wang Gongzi's humble request for advice was directly ignored by an unscrupulous family master, and he looked around listlessly, pointing to the slope at the bottom of the cliff wrapped in thick snow, and this guy waved his big hand full of leadership.

"Come on! Sweep this land out for the master, and let the king hammer give the iron-containing ore to the master and I will move it back! ”

The leader speaks out, and the employee breaks his leg! Seeing Wang Hou walking back leisurely with a narrow sleeve on his back, and then looking at the pile of rocks at the bottom of the cliff where the snow shell was frozen several centimeters thick in the ice and snow, Wang Pole almost didn't vomit blood again.

"Toss!"

It's a pity, to work for people to get jobs, no matter how unreasonable the leader's order is, it has to be implemented, go back and call more than 100 people, move back to a mine of big iron ore to give a white-flour steamed bun under the bounty, a group of men gritted their teeth and took a stick crowbar at the bottom of the iron ore cliff for a meal, and it was ten in the evening, and finally got back a few hundred catties of iron ore for Wang Hou.

When making this piece of carboniferous mine, in order to let Wang Hou also form a troop army, Mr. Cao also gave him ten official slave blacksmiths of the smelting division under the command of the tyrant, and now it comes in handy, a group of five, and then recruit dozens of strong men to fight, one day, Wang Houyao's two iron-making furnaces have also been built, the iron-making process in ancient China is still quite good, two iron-making furnaces more than three meters high and the small blast furnace of the soil method steelmaking in later generations, standing there is also a majestic Linlin.

But in the apprehension of Wang Hammer, the chief blacksmith of the palace, his own master was grinning around the stove and constantly turning in circles, as if he was extremely dissatisfied.

"I always feel like something is missing!"