Wang Hou didn't know how lucky he was.

Prime Minister's Mansion, Cao Cao's office case, stacked with a thick stack of bamboo slips, all of which were impeached for Wang Hou's private recruitment of displaced people, at this time, Taishi Dong Cheng also personally stood under the desk, bowing painfully.

"Prime Minister, the filth of gathering Xu Du is chaotic with the feng shui dragon qi of the Han Dynasty, and he is good at recruiting more than 5,000 homeless people to think that it is a part, and this plot is already obvious! Such a disloyal and unfilial person really can't stay! ”

"Okay, the prime minister knows, and he will send someone to investigate Wang Hou!"

After talking angrily for a long time, Dong Cheng was obviously extremely unwilling, but before he could hold his fist and bow down, Cao Cao's voice was already impatiently raised.

"Recently, the order in the palace has been very chaotic, and there are even guards who dare to steal the royal property! Mrs. Dong has to worry a lot more about it! ”

Dong Cheng, who heard this, obviously trembled violently, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, he didn't dare to say another word, he bowed with his fists, and hurriedly retreated out of the hall.

It wasn't until he left that Cao Cao raised his head gloomily, but shook his head helplessly in distress.

"It's just a mistake to kill a woman, regardless of his own ability, he has made more than 4,000 old and weak women and children, so emotional, it can't become a waste material for the big climate!"

"The old man wants to see how he ends!"

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Mr. Cao lamented that when his employees were not successful, Wang Hou, as a small supervisor, took out all his resources and tossed desperately.

A certain great figure once said that if there are conditions, you must go up, and if you don't have conditions, you must also go up! Now Wang Hou is not in a position to put on thick down jackets for more than 4,000 displaced people, but the wisdom of the working people is infinite, and the millet stalks left for burning after the autumn harvest were harvested by Lao Wang Fu.

Then there is the grain, corn as the refined grain of this era is much more expensive than the wheat as a coarse food, two buckets of millet seeds can be exchanged for three and a half buckets of wheat, and all the remaining 37,800 stone millet in the house are taken out and sold, and all of them are replaced with wheat, so that there are 6,000 stone of grain, and it can be supported for a while longer.

On the edge of the high platform where a large number of biogas digesters were built in Niujia Village, scaffolding was set up again, and dozens of men in straw coats were busy under Wang Hou's fingers, carrying hammers and ping pong.

The mortise and tenon method handed down by Master Luban is indeed good, but the lack of tools is too protracted, if it is fast, or the nails are good, dig eight big pits on the ground, bury more than three meters high pillars into more than one meter, take a thinner beam to build a triangle, the skeleton is almost built, the rest of the house is covered with straw, the side of the pillar is pasted into a wall with mud, three or four days, a quite spacious shed is built.

It's just that this shed is not used to live in people, and the cover of the grass shed that was finally built has been peeled off again, and several longer pillars have been treeed, and the top of the pillar is connected to a huge "chrysanthemum".

In the middle of a piece of wood the size of a cutting board, with a thin wooden pole inserted around it, and on the wooden pole were nailed thin planks, which had just been erected to the sound of the trumpet, and then spun rapidly in the cold wind of winter.

It didn't matter if this thing turned, it drove the rope tied to it behind it to gurgle and turn rapidly, and the rope pulled the wood bearing below, and in the creaking sound, the stone mill weighing dozens of pounds also began to spin and turn.

Later generations mentioned the Netherlands, the impression of the second dimension is the country of, the impression of normal people is the country of windmills, the staple food of Westerners is bread, and a large amount of flour needs to be milled all year round, in order to save animal power, it is to build this kind of windmill, and use wind power to push the millstone, in the knight novel "Don Quixote", from the Spanish countryside, Don Quixote, who saw this thing for the first time, also regarded this thing as a cyclops, riding a donkey and dancing a knight's gun to challenge this thing violently, and then let the windmill fan aside.

From now on, the staple food of Wang Houfu is wheat, and he can't eat undercooked wheat rice if he wants to, but he can't afford to raise cattle, and he can eat half a day of grass, and then such high-intensity labor, the cattle must be tired to death, in order to save the spring ploughing of cattle, they can only use this tricky method.

But don't say it, this thing is really good, under the strong wind of the North China Plain, the mill rotates like an electric fan, and the wheat grains are poured into it, and the gray flour below falls together with the wheat bran.

Of course, these recruited homeless people have no luck to enjoy the white flour steamed buns that Wang Hou eats and roll noodles by hand, and these flour milled out with wheat bran are directly taken to the steamer made of clay pots, and the steamed out is the kind of blackened coarse steamed buns, which have a coarse and hard taste.

And this steamed bun can't be eaten in vain, this steamed steamed bun is put on the table, and the new account book of the palace is also placed on the table, and the Yangzhou refugees who have rested for more than three days are driven to line up, and Wang Fu and a few or two rough and inky Wang family members write down their names and press their handprints, so that they can receive these black-faced steamed buns.

The price of this steamed bun is that he has completely become Wang Hou's tenant slave and has completely lost his freedom.

No way, in the words of Mr. Lu Xun, this is an era when it is impossible to be a slave! There is still a way to live as a tenant slave, if you continue to be a homeless person, maybe one day you will have to become someone else's food, watching the child squatting in the snow with a big black steamed bun and gnawing happily, the adults can only pinch the black steamed bun that is still warm and sigh heavily.

This is the only way to live, no one dares not to do it, it took more than a day to enter the name, by the way, Wang Hou carried out a resource inventory again, no wonder the great family of Xu Du is unwilling to recruit displaced people, the quality of these four thousand or so parts is indeed not good, among the four thousand people, the heavy work that can be done in the field, the total number of men in the prime of life between the ages of sixteen and forty is only six hundred and twenty, the old man is more than eight hundred, and the boys and girls under the age of sixteen are seven hundred and eighty, and the rest are all women.

Yuan Shu was relentless, and most of the men of the Yangzhou generation were conscripted into the army by him, which is a high percentage! may be doing too little heavy work, Wang Hou is currently counting on a coal mine that can be turned over from Mr. Cao's hands, so it is really a little difficult to make ends meet.

But no matter how helpless, this is also a reality that needs to be accepted, after the statistics, the four thousand parts were divided into seven natural villages by Wang Hou according to the seven counties where the displaced people fled from Yangzhou, and in each village, twenty respected old men were selected as the production captains of the villages.

There were still more than two months before the spring ploughing, and after the production units were divided, on the fifth day after the rest in Niujiazhuang, all the displaced people were pulled into Funiu Mountain by Wang Hou.

The day of entering the mountain is quite grand, more than 4,000 people, under the leadership of the old people in their respective villages, the mess is tied into seven regiments, and a queue is barely coming, and the families of the other palace have piled up a big dirt bag on the ground, as the position of Wang Hou's feudal patriarch's lecture, a few tigers and leopards and more than a dozen strong men and family members of the king pole are also wearing a pair of armor, trying to hold their chests and stomachs, holding knives in their hands, or holding halberds, giving Wang Hou a majestic appearance.

Accompanied by Wang Fu, Zhao Laotian, and Niu Wanjin, two "old cadres" who pretended to be majestic with their hands behind their backs, Wang Hou ascended the earth platform with a stern face.

This is the second time, he faced these black pressure homeless people, just a few months ago, he was just a small employee of the company who had just joined the company, and anyone could manage it, but now he has changed, but he has become a "coal mine boss" with 4,000 employees, saying that he is not born to be a leader, not to mention Wang Hou, a waste otaku who has never been a cadre in this class once, and the black pressure eyes are fixed on him, and he is not nervous.

But maybe men have a desire for power flowing in their veins, and the life and death of these four thousand people are all decided by themselves, and in the midst of the tension, a unique excitement lingered in his heart without Wang Hou himself noticing, and he was silent for a second or two on the dirt platform, and under the urging of excitement, Wang Hou cleared his throat heavily.

"Folks! From today onwards, this is your new home! A good life will start here! ”

After saying a word, a group of workers did not give the leader face and did not applaud at all, but it is no wonder that even Wang Hou himself felt ashamed, the nearby mountains were cut down, and the wood for the mill was bought by him from some of Cao Zong's cronies in the relationship of Guo Jia at a large price, and now he really did not have the ability to build houses for these tenants, so he had no choice but to use ox carts to transport more than 1,000 bundles of straw from the bottom of the mountain, and at night, he could only light a bonfire outside the straw pile. The family burrowed into a straw pile to warm up overnight.

Such a condition of survival! Start a good life? Wang Hou himself didn't believe it!

There was a look of embarrassment on his face, and he stumbled for a second or two, but Wang Hou's tone immediately became urgent.

"In Liuxian, Lao Tzu promised you, as long as there is Lao Tzu to eat! I won't let you starve to death! But there is a premise for this, that is, you work hard for my Wang Hou and work hard! Today, let's talk about the rules of this winter, there is a carboniferous mine in front of me! You dig up the charcoal for me, and every basket you dig up, you get a steamed bun! Count by your respective village elders! In the evening, I reported to Steward Wang to distribute it, and recruited women to make steamed steamed buns with noodles, and every time a pot of steamed buns was made, a steamed bun was also distributed! This is personally co-issued by the chef in the house! ”

"In addition, the head of the family will send someone to verify the quantity, and once it is found that there is favoritism and fraud, the food distribution of your real village will be cancelled, and the head of the family will be hungry!"

"Remember! And that's just the beginning! Exchange today's hard work for tomorrow's warmth, sufficient food, warm clothes, and spacious houses, and there will be in the future! As long as you are willing to work and pay! ”

It is estimated that before Wang Hou crossed, any small company manager Lizard Ou could speak a hundred times more passionately than Wang Hou's words, but before his dry words fell, they had already stirred up infinite waves in the crowd, men, women and children scrambled to pick up shovels from the pile of tools that had been prepared, and rushed to the open-pit coal mine at the exposed site like a war charge, and they desperately dug up the hoe.

What drives them is just a steamed bun for dinner, and only those who have been hungry know how terrible it is to be starved.

There are many people with great strength, and the black coal baskets packed in the earth baskets were transported to the designated hillside one by one, and the black coal mountains began to pile up at a speed visible to the naked eye, but looking at this scene, Wang Hou still couldn't be happy, he was quite helpless, and shook his head heavily with self-deprecation.

"Black-hearted coal boss!"