Throughout the year 201, the second half of the year was not like this chaotic era at the end of the Han Dynasty, the major forces were stable as if they suddenly believed in the Buddha, and it was rare that they had not fought a single battle, and the only explosive news that could be regarded as a shock point was that Sun Ce, the little overlord of Jiangdong, hung up!

Sometimes life is really fate! There is no Demon Daoist Yu Ji Suo incident in this time and space! Yu Lao Dao is now staying in Xudu, pretending to be a ghost and administering medicine everywhere, and by the way, he acted as a pharmacy teacher in the Wang clan, systematically and professionally passing on his pharmaceutical knowledge.

But there is no contradiction between him and Yu Ji Laodao, Sun Ce is still as good as ever, but he has a good life as a lord, and he has to go to the field to pretend to be Robin Hood, and he pursues freedom by himself, good guy, a few assassins will clean him up as the little overlord of Jiangdong.

However, Sun Ce's death and Cao Zong are also inseparable, when the battle of Guandu was in full swing, Sun Ce once planned to gather Sun's soldiers and horses, go north to Xu Du, and also insert a foot in the Central Plains, taking advantage of Yuan Shao and Cao Cao to fight for fishermen and profits.

But who the hell knows, Yuan Shao was defeated all of a sudden, the defeat was so miserable, the whole army was annihilated, Cao Zong's victory also received more than 20 Hebei generals such as Gao Ran Zhang He, and the number of troops was more than 10,000, this time Sun Ce's Central Plains dream was broken, and the dream of Hongtu hegemony was empty, plus he was injured, and he kicked his legs and braided when he couldn't think of Sun Ce.

However, as soon as he died, it indirectly led to the formation of Sun Wu, and the successor Sun Quan retreated, no longer focusing on the Central Plains, turning his head to run Wu County, attacking the Shanyue people in the south, but expanding the influence of China to the Zhejiang and Fujian areas of later generations.

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

Wang Hou also created a miracle, 77,800 captives, not a single one ran away all winter, it seems that the attraction of marrying a daughter-in-law, whether it is the end of the Han Dynasty or the later generations, is the same! In order to mix with a warm bed aunt, nearly 80,000 old men get up earlier than chickens, sleep later than cows and mules, and work diligently like old cattle, with their efforts, the north and south of Dongjun near the Yellow River and Jishui plains and fertile fields, more than 8.6 million acres of winter wheat grow lushly.

And this year, God is also looking for special care! You should know that the characteristics of winter wheat grow slowly, the cold winter months of wheat is not too leafy, nutrients are mainly distributed to the long stem, so as long as it is not less than minus 20 degrees in winter, it is safe, but in spring, because of the sprouts to start heading, winter wheat is not frost resistant.

Survive the New Year, Wang Hou is looking at the weather in fear every day, live up to his high hopes, February 10, Jishui has taken the lead in thawing, this year the Yellow River has not occurred in the flood, now to March, this year's spring harvest is already a certainty.

In these years, food is wealth, and it is chicken fart (GDP), and now Wang Hou can be sure, and after half a month, his Dongjun chicken fart will have to rise in an uproar.

Zhen Cheng, the company's small building, if it is an outsider, as soon as he comes in, he will probably wonder if it is a mouse, because the whole building, is the sound of crackling abacus beads, more than 80,000 people in the "big company", there are 80 accountants alone, close to the harvest, they have to calculate the food required by the brigade they are responsible for, the replacement of the damaged sickle, farm tools, and the autumn planting time, extensive agriculture directly scatters the seeds in the ground and buries them, and then carries the hoe every day as a big tongue to prevent birds from stealing food, but the spring harvest80,000 people put nearly 8 million acres of land, but the manpower is definitely not enough, and they have to calculate how many people they hire and how much money they pay for food.

Fortunately, Wang Hou crossed out the Arabic numerals and the kind of account books of later generations, if it were not for the traditional knife carving bamboo slips in the Han Empire, it is estimated that all the accountants from the family would have hanged their hearts.

Wang Hou is living a happy "big capitalist" life, and even the problem of grain sales does not have to worry about him, more than 30 shareholders have solved it themselves, every month he is the chairman of the county guard as long as he summarizes the information, holds a meeting, says a bunch of saliva, and takes the big guy to enjoy the future, and his subordinates are busy like a grandson, he is idle as a dog on the top, a cup of tea and a newspaper, the day has passed, and the days are leisurely.

Blowing hot tea, Wang Houmei counted his small ledger.

8.6 million acres of fertile fields in the alluvial plain, even if an acre of land only produces one stone, it is 8.6 million stone wheat, and according to today's rising trend, there can be at least one and a half stones, in the winter, Mr. Cao lent him 300,000 stones, this harvest is over, he can pay him back five million stones in one breath, and even the interest can not support him, sitting on the desk, Wang Hou can even meet Cao Cao and a hillbilly with a silly face full of big teeth.

The remaining five million stones, according to the share dividends, Wang Hou can at least share six or seven hundred thousand stones, excluding the cost of transportation, grinding, and sales, and the hundreds of thousands of dollars invested in winter, which can be repaid in one year.

Puyang City is in spring, and it can welcome a large number of east, west, north and south business groups, the well salt in Pudong County and the iron pot and ironware in Funiu Mountain, and it should be easy to make a profit of tens of thousands of yuan.

And there's another highlight this year, cotton!

He has harvested a batch of cottonseeds last year, and planted them again this year, harvesting cotton peaches in autumn, and cotton coats can be marketed this winter! This thing is the only one that is a complete scorpion, and in the scientific name of the American imperialist economists of later generations, it is called the monopoly organization big torlader, according to today's cloth prices, there must be hundreds of thousands of dollars a year if there is not a million guan.

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

The only thing that makes Wang Hou a little headache is that although cotton is not picked up, it also needs a lot of idle land, although there is land in Dongjun under his hands, but the old labor resources are close to a point of exhaustion, and it is a pity to grow cotton on the fertile land of Dongjun!

Where to open this cotton production base?

With a creak, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open, Cao Hongjie, the first girl to eat crabs, came in wearing a small cotton coat printed and dyed by her own textiles, compared with the wide-sleeved skirt of this era, the cuffs and placket of the cotton skirt designed by Wang Hou himself were smaller, the peach-colored cuffs, skirts, and brown clothes completely outlined the delicate figure of this girl, and Wang Hou couldn't help but straighten his eyes every time he looked at it.

"What to see, it's not that I haven't seen it!"

It is also a matter of pride to be able to make her husband so obsessed, standing in front of the desk skillfully, Cao Xiaoniu was also slightly shy when she was stared at, and she deliberately hummed with a puffing appearance.

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

The skirt is up to the knees, this era is already absolutely bold, and the skirt is only left to the thighs, thinking that he is wearing a miniskirt, with slender legs wrapped in leggings, and the shape of the legs is completely revealed, Cao Hongjie is almost not ashamed, and the little fist slammed directly on Wang Hou's head angrily, and he rolled his eyes angrily and scolded.

"Lewdness!"

"I didn't show my flesh again, I'll design it when I go back tonight, let's try it!"

Covering her head, Wang Hou deliberately begged with a pitiful look, Cao Hongjie, who was watching it, had a fever on her face, she was really afraid that her heart would be soft, so she agreed to this embarrassing request, and quickly diverted the topic.

"Don't make a fuss! Xu Du is coming, the prime minister will recruit you to leave on the same day, and return to Xu Du for important meetings! ”

"Gotcha! No good thing again! ”

Covering his head with melon seeds, Wang Hou's face suddenly turned into a bitter melon.