The long queue of officials meandered on both sides of the east gate of Xudu City, for Chen Deng, Cao always gave enough face, not only mobilized the officials to send off, but also personally went out of the city to see him off, under the Jinluo canopy, Chen Deng, who sold Brother Lu cleanly, Ambassador Chen Deng Chen was slow and solemn to the fine snow and the cold weather wrapped in a down jacket did not shake the prime minister Cao Cheng made a heavy stroke, and then slowly boarded the BMW given to him by Prime Minister Cao Cheng.

However, before entering the carriage, the goods did not forget to smile at Wang Hou, who was standing in the line of seeing off the officials, and dusted off the same down coat, and then bowed his head and entered.

Let's go! The next one is finally mine!

More than a dozen knights opened the way, and Chen Deng's carriage gradually disappeared into the snow and fog, and his walk was like a fuse burning forward, faintly igniting the gunpowder smoke over Xuzhou.

But that's also the turn of the New Year, the farewell party is over, as the leader of Prime Minister Cao Cheng took the lead in riding back to the city, the assembled team of hundreds of officials also dispersed all of a sudden, this head before Wang Hou understood what was going on, more than a dozen colleagues around him pinched their noses and scattered like the plague god, Wang Hou couldn't help but be stunned, then shook his head with a wry smile, and walked towards the place where he parked the carriage with his arms.

This is the fate of the criminals, wherever he goes, there are Xu Du officials pointing at his back and making irresponsible remarks, full of contempt, and some people deliberately pinching their noses, looking mocking.

Guo Jia and Cao Hongjie both went to accompany the prime minister, Chen Deng also went home, and he was left alone, this situation was really lonely.

But it's better to be lonely than to be alone! Comforting himself, Wang Houfu walked towards his carriage.

The master wilted, and the servants also wilted, and it is estimated that several Wang Gongzi were also frustrated by other people's servants, and they were also listless, and they all drooped their heads.

However, after returning to Cangcao Mansion, Wang Hou was in a better mood, tossed for a month, and finally had a bit of a home here, there were big fires in the front and back yards, hot water on the stove at any time, and some tall sofa stools and tables were also beaten out one by one, so that there was no need to kneel to eat at home, and you could sit comfortably.

What's more important is that Wang Hou's oak bathtub has been built, there is nothing more comfortable than taking a hot bath on a cold day, anyway, there is no need to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to work after this dispersion, just jumped off the carriage, Wang Hou directly waved his face to Wang Fu who came out to greet him.

"Boil water, sir, I want to rest!"

"Little obedience!"

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Leather bag water in the morning, water skin in the afternoon, as an otaku, Wang Hou is very careful about his own acre of three points of land, in the palace reconstruction project, just solved the problem of the servants' ondol accommodation, and immediately started here.

The whole bathroom is about 30 centimeters high, about a dozen square meters of bathroom floor completely paved with a low kang, the porcelain of this era is not yet developed, not to mention the tile, so the bathtub is still made of cypress, leaning on the inner wall, there is a water injection port on the wall, the maid from the boiler room will be boiled hot water from the pottery hole injection, the whole bathroom quickly became steamy, clothes to the screen hanging, Wang Hou comfortably jumped into the bathtub, leaning on the specially created slope, comfortable rolled his eyes.

Soaking in the warm warm water, Wang Hou's brain melon seeds became restless again.

He is now eating the old book, supporting the operation of the entire palace of money and grain, he fooled Chen Deng to pay tribute to the Han Emperor, the only income left is the salary of 400 stone given by Prime Minister Cao Cheng, and because Cao Zong was short of money and food at the beginning of the business, the 400 stone was directly given to him in the mode of land, and the 500 acres of Zhongtian under his name relying on Funiu Mountain was worth his salary for more than ten years, and now he has a bad reputation and monopolized the fertilizer of the entire Xu Capital City, and next year's harvest will definitely be more than 400 stones, but it will also be next autumn.

This is the chaotic era of the late Han Dynasty, and there are too many variables that can occur in a year.

There is also Cao Hongjie, that night in Xuzhou, she has been crossed out by Wang Hou from the list of "female secretaries" who are "close" to Mr. Cao, but following Mr. Cao every day, she is either Mr. Cao's adopted daughter, or Mr. Cao's niece, nieces and other Cao family daughters, they are both like that, for Cao Hongjie, Wang Hou always has to have an explanation, but with his current reputation, wealth, and social status, it seems really difficult to let Mr. Cao marry Cao Hongjie to him.

Then you have to toss!

But where do you start? I used to read novels, and those who passed through the great gods to make a fortune relied on business, and now there are a lot of things that can be sold as commodities in Wang Hou's hands, because there are no things in this era, the most ready-made, he hasn't worn a down jacket yet, and Chen Deng almost didn't bite his tongue in the hot pot he ate, but in just a blink of an eye, Wang Hou gave up these two things again.

On the one hand, in these years, there is money to change thick clothes, and the people who go to the restaurant are all high-ranking officials and nobles, at least they are also a scholar family, he offended the boss of the scholar clan, the Taiyuan Wang family and the Hongnong Yang family, on the other hand, he is still a small shrimp in the meritorious camp of Mr. Cao, and the market on both sides seems to be extremely difficult to develop.

On the other hand, Xu Du really does not have this business environment, here is the political capital specially built by Mr. Cao in order to welcome Emperor Han Xian, just like the Yankees in Washington, it is estimated that even if a marketing genius has to starve to death, in addition to the official office in the city is the mansion where the dignitaries live, basically there is no environment left for business, outside the city is also a grange of big families, feudal era, this grange is an independent economy, cloth, grain, iron utensils, pottery, medicinal materials, etc. are produced from the grange, The serf tribe who farmed for the nobles in the grange was also poor, and there was only one clothes left, and you let them eat hot pot? Forget it!

If you want to do business, you have to get some indispensable necessities for people in this era! What are the must-haves? Grain? The more than 4,000 stone millets in the warehouse must be necessities, what do you eat if you sell them, and you don't dare to sell them for emergencies! Salt? The natural economy of that thing will definitely not be produced, and with the relationship with Chen Deng, it is not impossible to draw some money, the problem is that Mr. Cao also expects this thing to make a fortune! Wang Hou didn't want to get along with his head yet.

What else? Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar tea, people's desire in this era is so low, it seems that more than half of them are not necessities! What else is there to get rich?

Bubble's head was dizzy, leaning on the side wall of the bathtub, he was swaying and trying to climb out, but this time, a sparse argument at the door came into his ears.

The words should be Wang Gongzi and Wang Fu, a pair of father and son, and the tone was full of complaints, and Wang Gongzi hummed sourly like a resentful woman: "Father, you should also persuade the head of the family!" Our family is also a famous family, and we went to other people's houses to collect night incense! Now people call us Yexiang Mansion, this time we went out, other houses laughed at us, the children can't raise their heads, how can we live like this! ”

But Wang Fu, who has always been good-tempered, was rarely irritable this time, and he didn't have the courage to slap his strong son on the back of the head.

"What did the old man teach you? Keep your duty! Is it your duty to talk about the Lord's family behind your back? When others say you, you can't hold your head up? The huge Xudu, which house has corn and broth? Honglu Mansion, the descendants of the Diannong Mansion did not have a carbon fire to keep warm, and more than a dozen of them froze to death, and the head of the house just came back and set up a fire kang for you, so that you can sleep warm and warm at night, why don't you say it? You conscienceless thing! ”

With a creak, with a burst of heat, Wang Hou hurriedly pushed open the door with a robe, and asked with interest, "What's wrong?" What's wrong? Why did Da Honglu and Diannong Duwei's family freeze to death? ”

was taken aback, the two fathers and sons at the door almost didn't go up on the ground, full of sorrow, Wang Fu was trembling and kowtowing and bowing back.

"Homecoming, this year, the weather in Xudu this year is very cold, and the mountains have been almost cut down in the past two years, there are many people in several mansions in Xudu, and the carbon fire can't be allocated, and many people have frozen to death!"

"Thanks to the kindness of the master, our house didn't freeze to death, this evil animal is still ungrateful, the old man killed you a bad animal!"

As he spoke, Wang Fu slapped the back of Wang Gongzi's head angrily, and the stupid black guy shrank his neck, but Wang Hou, who saw this scene, looked anxious and waved his hands.

"Okay, okay, stop acting! On the mountain, there is really no firewood? ”

"Back to the master, there is really no firewood!"

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Before the crossing, Wang Hou accompanied the old lady out, and his old lady sighed that now no one has picked up so many straws, weeds, dry branches, and branches, what a waste, if it was in the early years, it would have been picked up and burned firewood, Wang Hou didn't feel anything at that time, and now he believes it.

Xuchang is not far from Funiu Mountain, most of the whole territory is plains, good guys, it is not easy to get closer to the hills and forests, and the ones that were cut down are the same as Uncle Ge's head, and they are almost gone! The whole mountain, the whole ridge is bare there!

Not to mention the weeds and shrubs, the forest of trees that should have been dense was also cut down, and was taken by Mr. Cao to build a palace for Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty, and even the roots of the trees were dug out and burned for the common people.

Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar tea, firewood is the first, and Wang Hou, who is either a natural gas or a gas tank in later generations, only realized the importance of this thing at this time, no wonder Jiang Ziya's apprentice in the Romance of the Gods has to explain the identity of a woodcutter, and the Water Margin has also mentioned many times that the heroes of Liangshan carry firewood to fool the past, in this era, fuel is also a scarce commodity, and it is also an indispensable means of production for the lives of ordinary people, which is too closely related to life at that time.

Looking at this bare mountain, feeling the suffering of the world, for the toiling masses who are suffering from the cold, Wang Hou's sympathetic eyes are as bright as light bulbs, and the huskies who let out of the house run half of the hillside, and they are full of urgency and grabbed the shoulders of the panting old Wang Fu, and asked excitedly.

"Wang Fu, last time you said that the woodcutter found the coal pile, where is it?"