Yu Bing did not come empty-handed. These days, cloth is harder than copper coins. He pulled a box of Shu Jin. If the value is compared with later generations, it would be equivalent to sending Wang Hou a car directly to a big bus, which would be the same as 660,000 yuan leaking oil.

For him, a small official who only had a salary of 100 stone, this transaction was definitely considered to be a cut of his flesh. However, even if he cut his flesh, Yu Bing would be able to cut it. No one expected that the newly appointed Lord Cang Cao was really capable. In three days, he settled the bad debts in Taicang and handed them to the prime minister. Now there are twenty warehouses and four officials in charge of entering and leaving the warehouse. Everyone is panic. In the future, the corrupt people are subject to double supervision. They are going to lose their heads these days!

At this critical moment, no one invited the King of Cangcao, but only invited him to go to the mansion to drink. Although things may not be over, it means he has a chance! After receiving the invitation, the little fat man with a small eye and a whisper ran over and over again.

But he got off the car and before he could take the initiative to offer the gift, Wang Hou was already the first to be happy like a flower, and suddenly grabbed his hand and muttered with complaints.

"You said you, our colleagues are just a friend, and we are just contacting the friendship between the mansion. What are you bringing with you? I am honest. If this is spread, your and my official voice will be bad!"

"Cangcao, this is Shu brocade, from Bashu to the Yangtze River..."

"I understand! Brother Yu is a good person! If I don't accept this, wouldn't I slap you in the face? I haven't moved in yet, so I won't be an example! I won't be an example!"

Wang Hou raised his hand, and several servants were already raising the box happily, making Yu Bing’s fat face red again, and he stumbled there sadly: “Cangcao, this is Shu Jin….”

"You guys, drive Yu Cang Ring's ox cart to the backyard. When you leave, the wine is ready. Today, I have made some new food for my brother. We will not return until we get drunk!"

After all, he didn't give him the chance to say how expensive his gift was. Yu Bing was dragged into the house by Wang Hou. Seeing that the guy was still talking to himself, Yu Fatty was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood.

After entering the yard twice, the third master bedroom was confused again. In this era, the food sharing system was popular. For example, when a family in later generations sat together and had not appeared yet, it was usually the owner and the guest and the case. Good guy, Wang Hou put forward a case in a stingy case. On the other side, a girl dressed in a somewhat masculine manner was sitting there and knocking on the edge of the bowl with a bored chopstick.

However, the cooking utensils for eating are quite special. They are made of expensive brass. This is the first time someone has brought the pot directly to the table.

"Brother Yu invites you to the kang! Wang Fu, don't wait for Brother Yu to take off his clothes!"

"Oh! No need! The officials are afraid of the cold! They are afraid of the cold!"

I don’t know if I am still used to the bad warmth of this era, or if I am afraid that Wang Hou will leave his clothes as a gift, Yu Bing repeatedly slapped his fat face. The guest followed the host and the host also followed the guest. Wang Hou ignored him and took off his coat and hung it up, then crossed his legs and sat down on the kang, and carefully sat to the other end. Yu Bing seemed to be stung and jumped in surprise.

"Wow! The couch in the Cangcao family is so warm!"

"Haha, a little trick, Wang Fu, why don't you drink soon!"

He proudly put the sesame paste mixed with salt and leek flowers into the plate. Wang Hou immediately made another call. He had been used to his novel tricks. Cao Hongjie was unceremonious to fill a large spoon for himself. On the other end, Yu Bing, whose hot fat face was red, imitated Wang Hou's appearance and washed the mutton into the clear fish soup that had been cooked in the charcoal fire, and then put it in the sauce. After a few seconds, the fat man couldn't help but lit his eyes and gave him a thumbs up.

"Cangcao is the rebirth of the Kuid Ding. It is a great pleasure to have this beautiful soup and sweet meat in the cold winter!"

He was still praising him here. Cao Hongjie, who had just turned cloudy with his face, picked up a large piece of mutton and rinsed it into the soup for the second chopsticks. His red little mouth was also covered with a piece of leek flower sauce. Wang Hou couldn't help but shake his head in a funny way.

"My brother and I fell in love with each other as soon as we saw it, we should come and have a drink!"

After two big bowls of rice wine given by Chen Deng, a whisper appeared on both of them. The senior official level was crushed to death. In Xuzhou, Wang Hou was a grandson and had to praise Lu Brule everywhere. But when he arrived here, it was his turn to praise him. Yu Bing still flattered him. Unfortunately, Fatty Yu was not yet professional enough. He turned around and turned to be a good talent, knowledgeable, and righteousness. Cao Hongjie, who was eating broth and sesame paste, rolled his eyes.

But after all, he came with something. After all, Yu Bing held up the wine bowl and asked with some concern: "Cangcao, don't know about Taicang, Prime Minister..."

But every time, Wang Hou would interrupt him with a bowl of wine and smile: "Today, I only talk about love, come and drink!"

Looking at the wine bowl that Wang Hou raised high, Yu Bing had to dry it in one bite.

.............

In the Romance, the ancients drank jars at jars, as if they were drinking very much, but in Wang Hou's view, it was definitely drizzling! First of all, there was no distillation technology in this era, and the alcohol content was low. The jar of yellow wine in front of him was only about ten degrees, similar to beer in later generations. There were many rich women and strong men who drank in boxes in later generations all at once. It was not surprising that the drunkards would occasionally drink a few jars.

Then, wine in this era is very precious. At least a small official like Yu Bing doesn’t have the financial resources to drink it every day. Without exercise, the alcohol tolerance will be even worse. When a jar of yellow wine was at its bottom, I don’t know if it was because Wang Hou brought about his alcohol tolerance in the future. This guy is already full of peach blossoms and his mouth is not so clear.

The first time I ate noodles, Cao Hongjie was still fighting inhumanely with the noodles in the bowl, but Wang Hou suddenly stabbed her in the arm, and then his face turned right and suddenly shook his head with emotion.

"Brother Yu, are you General Yu Jin's nephew or are you directly in charge of the granary? You are very envious of me!"

As soon as the person drank high, his mouth unconsciously relaxed. Hearing that Wang Hou was pointing something, Yu Bing, who had just praised and flattered him, finally changed his tone.

"Cangcao, don't make fun of Yu! You..., this time you are here, you are given a house, 500 acres of land, and the grain, wine and cloth offered from Xuzhou. You are a wave of fat. We little officials can't even envy you! We..., hiccup~~~, where do we have any oil or water?"

Although he still flattered, the words with big tongues obviously had a strong sense of jealousy. Coupled with the heat of the kang, this guy's face was almost red as if he was bleeding.

Wang Hou felt thoughtful when he heard this, but Cao Hongjie, who was outspoken, couldn't help but hummed with mockery.

"The C-shaped warehouse has 680 million stones, but the actual stock is only 25,000 stones. More than 40,000 stones are recorded at once. Yu Cangcao is still crying here, but it is not authentic!"

With a bang, Yu Bing actually jumped up in confusion, which scared Cao Hongjie and Wang Hou all the time. But immediately, this guy was very angry and started to yell.

"Sister-in-law, you don't know. If there is really more than 40,000 stones of food, brother... I'm willing to be even if my head is chopped off! The problem is that there is no at all!"

"You don't know that our officials are suffering! According to the land book, there should be so much food, but who is really willing to pay the food in the local area? Take Chenliu, who was accepted by my warehouse for example. On the book, it was 17,000 stones in the warehouse this fall, but in fact? 1,700 stones are mixed with most of the old mold! There are also outer yellow, 5,000 stones, and even 400 stones! The grain in the warehouse was still the officials who were willing to offend people, and they were stuck in Jiyang, and Xiao Huang and several poor counties were forced to pay it."

He sat back on the kang, and the guy actually filled himself with himself again. He was filled with resentment while humming in disappointment: "Indeed, our warehouse manager must be unclear, but he was so worried that he could get more than ten or twenty stones to help his family. The family was large and there were not as many land as the warehouse owners. It was difficult to survive! But the warehouse owners cleared out a deficit of 40,000 stones at once and let the officials..., the officials...."

After drinking, he spoke the truth. This guy was very unpromising and cried loudly on the table. Cao Hongjie was crying with a small face, but Wang Hou was pinching his chin and thinking.

"Since it is because of the fraud of each county and the amount of food paid in handover, why don't you report to the Prime Minister's Office earlier and impeach them?"

"Is impeachment useful? Most of the staff members under the city are composed of these prefectures and counties. The officials are three levels older than us. One person can drown us little officials first with one mouthful of saliva! It's so difficult!"

He was really drunk and shouting in confusion. This guy just made the rice cake stick on the hot kang like that. A few seconds later, a heavy snoring sound came. Seeing this guy's fat face, Wang Hou couldn't help but sigh. Another chopstick of mutton was rinsed in the pot, and then threw it into his mouth and started chewing it heavily.

He had completely misunderstood. He originally thought that the problem was in the central government, or the heroes, or the old Han officials relied on their power to collude and bully these warehouses and steal a large amount of food from Taicang. However, from this guy, the problem was from the local area, and there was not so much food at all.

However, thinking about it, it is not impossible. With Dong Zhuo's last blow to the central court in the late Han Dynasty, the Han Dynasty was actually dead in name only, and the local rule that relied on was completely collapsed. The effective dispatch of money and grain was gone before. Although Prime Minister Cao seems to have a vast territory now, his territory is loose and tight, and the local government is completely controlled by local families.

This situation was everywhere in the late Han Dynasty. To give the most obvious example, Tao Qian! When he entered Xuzhou, Zhao Yu, a scholar in Guangling, pointed at his nose to fight against him. In order to gain the support of the Xuzhou gentry, Tao Qian still had to pinch his nose and appoint him as the prefect of Guangling. Another example is Mr. Cao himself. When he seizures Yanzhou, he killed a group of scholars who opposed him, which immediately caused dissatisfaction with the gentry like Chen Gong, colluded with Lu Bu to invade, and almost embezzled all Cao Cao's foundation. If Xun Yu had not defended the last three counties to win the hope of counterattack for Cao Cao, there might not be Wei Gong who wrote poems with a spear in history.

Let’s look at Chen Deng, Guangling. How rich his family is, and he supports the army for more than 5,000 stones of grain in a month. He said he would take it out. How did this grain come from? He suppressed the tenant farmers and serfs and intercepted the national taxes and fertilized!

These greedy families are willing to pay taxes on the order?

"what to do?"

Knowing the seriousness of the problem, Cao Hongjie stared at Wang Hou again. Just as he was about to roll his eyes, Wang Fu, who was serving outside the door, suddenly nodded and came in.

"Master, general, Master Wang of my family has sent someone to post to you!"
Chapter completed!