The first feeling given to Wang Hou in this era is no longer backwardness, but that there are too few people.

Starting from Shouchun, that is, the Yangzhou City of the later generations, to Qiaojun, that is, Bozhou, Anhui Province in the later generations, a distance of almost more than 400 kilometers, Wang Hou and his entourage rushed for ten days, the first five days in Yangzhou, hundreds of miles of no one, until entering the territory of Qiaojun, only to see a little bit of people.

Even Prime Minister Cao's hometown is not much stronger, now that the autumn harvest is approaching, most of the fields on both sides of the official road are barren, almost five or six out of every ten villages passed by are deserted and abandoned, the damage caused by the Yellow Turban Uprising has not yet healed, and the more brutal warlord melee is coming.

This apocalyptic atmosphere is really coming.

But for the time being, Wang Hou has no heart to worry about the country and the people, and his own head is still hanging on his shoulders.

Leaving Ping'a County, which was slaughtered, he had a headache for several days, although he still didn't dare to determine who was fierce and slaughtered the entire county town and the officials and people, but Wang Hou thought about it more and more certainly, Boss Cao must have known in advance.

Under such circumstances, Cao Cao could look up to him so much, and transferred fifty tiger and leopard cavalry heavy cavalry to follow him, it was definitely not just for the sake of five thousand stone of grain that could no longer determine the situation of the war.

Whether he can do this errand well is related to whether he can put his head on his shoulder and continue to eat after he comes back, his life is at stake, forcing him Wang Hou is head melon seeds to hit the ground, and the brain cells that have not been so consumed in the college entrance examination are turning desperately, but it can be regarded as a preliminary plan.

It is worthy of being the hometown of Boss Cao, the overall preservation of Qian County in this troubled era is not bad, even if it affects the year of the great drought of the two Huai, there is still green shade within a radius of more than ten miles near the county seat, but it is not the wheat or rice that Wang Hou is familiar with, but a slightly low, golden crop with small round balls tied together on the ears of grain, and the farmers are relatively leisurely lying on the edge of the rice field and dozing.

The little sissy is also worthy of being a person next to Boss Cao, she didn't enter the county office, and directly led the team to live in the Cao family's manor outside the county.

This is a typical feudal manor, the big mansion is located on the edge of a river, radiating outward from here, all have large fields, several tenant villages dotted among them, but this is also sparsely populated, because most of the men have followed Boss Cao to conquer Yuan Shu, seeing that there is an army back, the old and weak and the women gathered in twos and threes, full of anticipation on the side of the road, but unfortunately, the size of less than fifty people disappointed most of the people to return, There are also those who do not give up and cautiously approach the team to inquire about the news of their own men.

Cao Hongjie here is surprisingly tolerant, even if occasionally a tiger and leopard rider stops and whispers a few words, she pretends not to see it.

The manor is not as luxurious as Wang Hou imagined, the houses are a little more, but they are all the kind of straw houses in the countryside that he traveled through a few decades ago, and the outside is built into a low wall more than one person high with rammed earth stumbling straw, the west is a stable, there is a large school yard in the east, and there is a blacksmith shop next to it, burning black smoke in the air, and the back house is slightly better, just a few large tiled houses.

Back here, the little sissy seemed to be a lot more relaxed, muttered a few words to the steward at the door, and led people directly in, the tiger and leopard riders went to the stable to bolt the horses familiarly, and Wang Hou was placed in the middle wing.

But when he returned to the house, he just took off his heavy armor there, and the door was opened suddenly, subconsciously, Cao Hongjie covered his chest with his left hand, and pulled out the ring knife with a bang with his right hand and pointed it over, so frightened that Wang Hou hurriedly staggered back and waved his hand hurriedly.

"It's me!"

"Who let you in?"

"Prime Minister Cao's old mansion must have a holy decree here! Hurry up and find me one or two, hurry!"

didn't wait for the little lady to get angry, Wang Hou first shouted with sweat beads in his head, this request was too strange, Cao Hongjie, who listened to it, couldn't help but be surprised, and even forgot to get angry, and asked in amazement.

"What do you want the decree for?"

"Leave it alone! Do you want to complete the prime minister's task and get food? ”

"Damn dog corrupt officials! There are so many bad things to return the stolen goods! ”

Don't say, this trick is really good, scolded angrily, A was only half unloaded, put on a dress, the little girl was depressed and hurried out, she was very efficient, in less than a moment, a few pieces of earthy yellow silk decree were rummaged out by her, threw them on the table, and pointed casually: "Na, the holy decree you want." ”

The decline of the Han Dynasty was also revealed from this, when the court was strong, who dared to treat the Holy Decree so roughly?

This thing is obviously very different from the bright yellow holy decree in the TV series, first of all, the fabric is earthy yellow, and the outside is the kind of extremely simple dragon-shaped pattern in the Qin and Han dynasties, with cloud patterns embroidered on the side, but thanks to Cai Lunda, he pushed open the scroll, and the inside is a high-quality paper made of mulberry silk, and what is written inside is no longer a seal, but a traditional official script that has gradually become the mainstream.

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

"This is the decree! What are you doing? Crazy? ”

"I don't want food!"

It's still a good sentence, Cao Hongjie, who was angry all of a sudden, had a red face, and his sturdy little fist dangled for a long time, and then he took it back sadly.

"Waiting to recover the dirty grain!"

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

I really thought of myself as a little servant, seeing Wang Hou holding up the torn holy decree and frowning, resisting the urge to smash him with an electric cannon, and finally went out again sadly.

Again, the radish and the knife were found again, but the old pedant did not arrive, looking at Wang Hou's dissatisfied eyes, the little sissy pointed at himself with a smug thumb: "You are still a civil servant, you can't write, don't you just write?" General Ben is competent, what are you going to write? ”

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

The knife clicked everything, the radish was cut in two, and in Cao Hongjie's urge to vomit blood, he grabbed the inner paper of the holy decree that he ripped off, Wang Hou was torn into two at once, and took the second half of the big seal that was stamped with several large seals, and he frowned and gestured against the radish.

I was really afraid to look at him a few more times and get out of menstruation, his chest rose and fell violently, and he snatched the first half of the holy decree violently, and Cao Hongjie pinched the brush and began to splash ink.

Male "male" matching, work is not tired......, eh, anyway, from the afternoon to the evening to the light, both of them have completed the work at hand, in Cao Hongjie's strange eyes, Wang Hou took the seal carved from the radish, and stamped it heavily on her forged holy decree bar, and several red seals that were much uglier than the original were suddenly revealed on the paper.

In this newly created holy decree, Wang Hou promoted himself to an official, from his seven-grade sesame official Canglu to almost five-grade Huangmen master book in one breath, and transferred from a local sesame official to a Jingshi cadre, and the front was also very brazen to apply the previous Cao Zong's promotion to Da Sima, those imperial court praise words for him, the meaning of the whole holy decree is that the emperor sees him Wang Hou is a talent, and he is selected as the minister of the Qin Mission, instead of the Son of Heaven to appease Xuzhou.

Forging the holy decree, this is a big crime in ancient times, seeing that Wang Hou dried the ink, and pasted it on the yellow silk outside as a new lining, Cao Hongjie shook his head helplessly.

"No wonder you dare to embezzle military rations! Dare to do such a bold thing, you really don't regret to die!"

Please, it's clear that your boss Mr. Cao has no military rations himself, so let Lao Tzu use a small bucket to release food, and when the big guy is dissatisfied, he will pit Lao Tzu again and put the charge of corruption on my head, okay? As soon as he thought of this, he was angry, and Wang Hou rolled his eyes angrily.

"Hey! Don't forget that this holy decree was forged by you, and if you want to destroy the door, let's destroy the door together, okay! ”

"You bastard......"

"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense, go find me a better official robe, and what kind of festival, I heard that you have to hang a mink tail! What are you staring at, do you still want food? ”

It was rare for Mr. Cao to entrust himself with a big task, and resisted the urge to beat Wang Hou's head into a night pot, Cao Hongjie once again turned around and walked out of the room sadly.

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After resting for one night in the Cao family manor in Qiaoxian County, the dirty chasing team set off again, but this time, Wang Hou changed the shotgun, and his messy, dirty and lice hair was washed clean by Cao Hongjie gritted his teeth, and helped him comb into a straight bun like a scholar, and used a sandalwood hairpin borrowed from Mr. Cao to put it in the Wusha small crown from the middle. The worn-out cangguan robe on his body was also thrown into the corner where he didn't know, and he changed the set of Beijing official robes with soap on the outside and red on the inside, and the ribbon on the inside, and then washed his face, his beard was combed smoothly, and he carried a big sword in his waist, not to mention, his public face and appearance have increased by several percentage points, and he is about to catch up with the supporting roles of No. 3 and No. 4 in the TV series.

The spears in the hands of those cavalrymen are hung with a big banner with the word king written on it, and the neat left and right servants are holding a stick in their hands, hanging this mink tail next to Wang Hou, people rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, and the younger brother supports the old official.

Wang Hou's original plan was to disguise himself as a business traveler to sneak into Xuzhou, and borrow grain from Chen Deng as Boss Cao, but he could practice the truth, what he has seen and heard these days, because of the fierce war, even the peasants have run out, not to mention any business travel, if he wants to pretend to be a business traveler to Xuzhou, it is estimated that he will not be directly chopped by Lu Bu as a spy, and he doesn't have to go back to let Cao Cao cut it, rather than this, it is better to play a big one! Lao Tzu is Qincha! Bright and honest to your Xuzhou autumn wind!

In Cao Hongjie's little sissy's eyes shining but pursed her mouth, Wang Hou's Jierong pointed heavily to the east.

"Go!"