The yard was full of twitching and crackling sounds, and mud sounds, and there were also constant housekeepers, maids or mothers running around happily. After Wang Hou's kang renovation plan was successful, he waved his pen and wanted to transform the entire mansion, whether it was the main room, guest room or shop, into a kang house.

There are fifty-five kangs on all sizes, full of novelty, and a group of servants are very happy to work.

Well, the sound of happy labor was mixed with the rattle of ducks and gooses. There was no way, the first down coat was used by Cao Hongjie, the little unconscience-free person, to curry favor with Mr. Cao. The rotten Lord Wang wanted to avoid the freezing, and the suffering geese had to experience the second wave of inhumane fleeing.

The servants were busy and busy, but their heads looked sad and looked like they were wearing their legs on the kang.

Two worries, first of all, he found out that he had been deceived!

Just after get off work, Wang Fu jogged over happily and reported on Funiu Mountain near Xudu that a firewood man discovered a carbonite mine. Wang Hou was also excited to buy the land, and hurriedly opened the box of ten kilograms of gold that Lu Bu gave him, but he was instantly disappointed.

What gold! It’s obviously a ten-pound brass block!

Then there was an uninvited guest who occupied the head of his kang. He sat cross-legged with his slender thighs, and the very young girl put her little hands in her sleeves. Now Cao Hongjie's excited little face was red, and she kept urging her there.

"Why are you still standing there? Let's go and catch the rats!"

I really don’t know why she, a woman, was so obsessed with the officials, rectified Taicang and snatched food from the rat families who had sacked the official warehouse for food. Don’t she know what it was thankless?

And indeed, Wang Hou didn't urinate. As soon as he received the task, the girl came to him.

"It's almost the sun set! What are you going to set out!"

He collapsed on the kang with headaches. Wang Hou ruthlessly shook, but in one sentence, Cao Hongjie immediately became angry and widened his almond eyes and slapped the edge of the kang and shouted.

"Hey! When you asked me for help, I didn't say anything, and I came immediately during the day and night! Why did I feel so unhappy when I got here? I had known that you were a useless person, so I wouldn't be reliable, forget it, I don't want to help me, so I will go by myself!"

This girl was really popular. As she said that, she was about to turn around and get out of the kang. Looking at her back, Wang Hou couldn't help but wail, and quickly rolled and crawled two steps, grabbing her sleeve.

"Wait, I didn't say I won't help!"

"You're not leaving!"

It wasn't really about to leave, so the little woman Cao Xiaoniang stopped, but her little face still looked angry, just like the expression of Wang Hou's colleagues who asked him to buy love for him.

"The question is where to go now!"

The salted fish was spreading on the hot kang like that, and Wang Hou once again spread his hands sadly, but he couldn't help but pull out the ring-headed knife hanging around his waist.

Looking at the cold Uz steel blade, Wang Hou was shocked. He thought that this girl was crazy about gaining and losing her heart to give him a big slap in the scene, and sat back on the kang.

He didn't know that in Wang Hou's eyes, he suddenly became a crazy girl, but Cao Hongjie's eyes were bright and he danced twice at the breathable threadbare window, shouting excitedly.

"The Prime Minister asked me to act as a prisoner, so naturally he arrested all the stolen officials who embezzled Taicang's grain, tortured them and made them plead guilty!"

Looking at Jianfeng, Cao Hongjie seemed to see that she had become a woman named Qingtian. Holding her big knife, she was posing in a handsome poss, but at this critical moment, Wang Hou was splashing a basin of cold water on her little head.

"Then what? Cut all these corrupt officials. Where can you find twenty warehouse rafters familiar with warehouse affairs to manage Taicang? You must know that Yuan Shao is in the north and Yuan Shu is in the south and Zhang Xiu is in the west of Lu Bu. Maybe one day the Prime Minister will have to use troops. Before the troops move, the food will be carried out first. Then we cannot transfer food. We will have to kneel on the execution ground together and lose our heads. That is really not a request for birth in the same year, the same month, but a request for death on the same day of the same year, the same month and the same month!"

Seeing Wang Hou spreading his hands with a sad old face, Cao Xiaoniang was also stunned. She dragged the knife with her ring head for a long time before she could widen her apricot kernel eyes and asked in surprise: "What should I do? Just look at the group of stolen officials who are free from justice?"

"The water is clear and there is no fish. The Prime Minister doesn't want to kill everyone. What the Prime Minister wants is a proper way. He can transfer food when he needs it. Besides, do you really think that a small 100-stone warehouse can embezzle a warehouse of more than 100,000 stones of food? Find out why these foods are gone, and then prevent the problem from being lost so that the food will not be lost. This is what the Prime Minister hopes to appoint you!"

"Of course, the unlucky guy must pay the price for it now. Among these twenty or so people, the unlucky guy must be calculated if they take the unlucky guy!"

Wang Hou pinched his chin helplessly and explained, but Cao Hongjie was confused when he heard it. The beautiful apricot kernels had a circle of ecstasy in his eyes. He inserted the ring-headed knife back to his waist with a bang. He sat on the kang with a skillful butt, crossed his long legs and hugged his arms. She simply shook her head with a bitter face.

"If you say you can do whatever you want! Anyway, Guo Jiugui will come to you if he has something to do!"

It was indeed Guo Jia who had planned it, but even so, he had "deep revolutionary friendship". Wang Hou could not ignore Cao Hongjie's affairs. His old face was like bitter melon. He turned around sadly and looked at the heavy brass box on the kang. After a while, he slapped his thigh.

"If you listen to me, just listen to me. The first thing is to buy the lead sheep first... No, this is a business, you can go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to take the lead!"

"sheep???"

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It was still Mr. Cao who was generous. Cao Hongjie returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion in a burgeoning manner and brought back a group of sheep, which made the backyard of the palace now smoky, either sheep or ducks, making Wang Hou confused.

If I had known this, I would have asked Cao Hongjie to get back with another copper.

However, Mr. Cao was generous, and he could not be stingy, so he took out the ten kilograms of copper that Brother Lu gave generously. He drew the drawings on the paper that was also rubbed from the prime minister's mansion. Wang Hou immediately handed it over to the blacksmith Wang Tiechung in the mansion. In the eyes of this silly guy with a silly and silly armed muscles, he sent him down and beat him.

I don’t know if this era has not reached the level of the Northern Song Dynasty’s women who manage and manage the tutors and do not go out of the door, or if they have already been with the bed and thrown up. That night, Cao Hongjie still did not return home, so he stayed on Wang Hou’s warm kang. Although he was not sure to touch it, the girl sprinkled a row of soybeans between the two, shouting that he was a beast when he was sleeping by his side. But Wang Hou was still very happy to be a "bird and beast" all night.

It was another night to feel comfortable on the kang. The next morning, before Wang Hou was reluctant to get up, someone from the Prime Minister's Office informed him about what he thought about Wang Lingguan's contribution to the book and gave him paid leave. As for when the leave was to be taken, the official did not say that he probably would have solved the matter in Taicang and when he would have come back to work.

Anyway, the offending thing was that he could not escape no matter what, so Wang Hou simply bowed openly to take over the official document, and then went back to sleep with the quilt.

This sensation was not until the afternoon when he couldn't bear it, and then he yawned and got up after he couldn't stand it.

If we say that the efficiency of the feudal era was not all slow. At least the slaves did things for the head of the family and were very quick to do. After studying the drawings given by Wang Hou for a long time, the last two hairs on his naked head were suffocated. Not to mention, Wang Tiech really made what Wang Hou wanted.

All ten kilograms of brass were used up, and a shiny thing was placed on Wang Hou's kang. It was a large semicircular bowl with five claws at the bottom. There was also a copper chimney in the middle of the bowl. It was completely different from the mainstream cooking utensils in this era, and it looked strange.

However, if another foodie travels here, she will definitely shout in surprise.

"Isn't this just a hot pot?"

That's right, Wang Hou made it with great fanfare, it's really a hot pot.

A few days ago, Wang Hou had been tired of drinking the old hen soup. He had long wanted to change his taste. Well, everything was for business! He, Wang Hou, with a red heart towards Prime Minister Cao.

Then the pot is available, and the next step is to prepare the ingredients.

I also have to thank Zhang Qian here. After he walked through the Western Regions, he brought the sesame seeds back so that Wang Hou could have sesame paste for shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu shabu

In terms of meat, yesterday, the sheep that Cao Hongjie moved back was slaughtered on the spot. The fresh mutton was hung in the house to relieve soreness for an hour, and then buried it in the snow for a night. At this time, it was already hard to get frozen.

Among Cao Hongjie's 100 reluctances, her dagger made of Western Uzi Steel was borrowed by Wang Hou to use it as a piece of mutton. There was no trick. In this era, there was no coke iron smel and blowers. The quality of the knives was too poor. Only this thing cut into frozen mutton, and it was the old butler Wang Fu who took it himself.

Don’t say, I wonder if this old guy was an executioner when he was young, or if he was a fish scale cut. Pieces of mutton were cut into his hands as thin as a cicada’s wings, and the crystal clear code was placed on a plate. This thing was the most delicious mutton when put into the pot.

With the meat slices, the solidified sheep blood jelly can also be considered a dish, as well as the lamb liver slices. The meat is four or five kilograms, which is enough for a dinner party. However, the dishes that Wang Hou didn't care much before traveling through time became embarrassed at this time.

Sweet potato slices, no, are still lying comfortably in the tropical rainforest of South America!

The corn ring, no, is still comfortable in the sun on the North American plains! And even if you find this era, it is useless. It is useless after hundreds of years of selection and cultivation by the Indians. At this time, the corn cob may be smaller than the sheep's hooves.

Cucumbers have existed in this era, but there is no place to get them in the cold winter.

There are also spinach and kidney beans, but similarly, the emperor can’t even eat them in the cold winter. Where can he get them?

In the end, I only took out the radish that was hidden in the autumn cellar and cut a plate of shredded radish to make up the number.

"Next time I see Chen Deng, I will remember to ask for some kelp for him!" Wang Hou muttered depressedly, holding the mustache on his chin.

The next one is the highlight. The tofu and stone mill for clay and lime was washed two days ago. Wang Fu bought it several days ago. A dou of wheat that had been dealt with after a series of tossing was poured into the hole above. It was still an old cow given by Chen Deng. He pulled the millstone and turned it up. Below, the bran and flour leaked out.

No wonder flour is not popular in the late Han Dynasty! It is indeed not delicious to make things with bran flour. Black bread, a staple food eaten in Europe for thousands of years, is made directly. It is black and hard to bite. It needs to be soaked in soup before it can be eaten. Later generations Wang Houzhu Forum, this thing is said to be used as a hammer in the era of cold weapons. In history, no one knows which foodie invented the method of sifting and removing bran. Noodles and steamed buns have shined since the Tang and Song dynasties.

However, this foodie was replaced by Wang Hou. Another piece of Lu Cai who was priceless in the village was tied to the bamboo circle as a sieve under his command. More than a dozen weaver girls shook the willow waist and stuffed the sieve in the backyard. The ground flour was sieved, and the delicate white flour fell down one after another and fell into the bucket.

There were eggs at this time, and Wang Hou did it himself, rolling the flour and water with eggs, and the slender hand-rolled noodles slowly fell on the black ceramic plate in his face with white flowers.

Looking at the pile of ingredients on the dining table, Wang Hou patted the flour on his hand with relief. But before he could appreciate it for a long time, a chill suddenly came from behind. He turned around in surprise, but it was Cao Hongjie's little face that was as if a volcano was about to erupt.

Gripping his teeth and pointing at the hot pot to serve wine and dishes on the table, the girl roared madly.

"Wang Tuqiu, this is what you said to investigate Taicang!!!"

A cold sweat suddenly appeared on his back, full of sadness. Wang Hou was about to wave his hand to explain, but when this skill came from outside the door, Lao Wangfu's urgent report came.

"The head of the family, Yu Cangju has arrived outside the mansion!"

Yu Bing is here!
Chapter completed!